Chapter Fourteen
Brick
It was well after midnight when I finally arrived home. I’d spent most of the night at an upscale bar down the street. The day had been hell. I wasn’t a man of violent mood-swings, but my desperate need to fully take Daisy, combined with the fear on her face, had put me on edge all day. After leaving the office, I’d had the driver take me home—only stepping out of the car seemed impossible. Instead, I instructed him to drop me off at the bar.
She needed to be punished. This was supposed to be an easy arrangement, and we were days into our contract and I still hadn’t fucked her. She was to blame. That deceptively sweet face and hot body of hers was anything but easy.
Finally, when I’d had just enough liquor to know that Daisy would sway me from my desire, I went home. A single lamp was still on in the living room, and the penthouse was spotless. She’d done everything on the list and then some. A slow smile played on my lips.
Daisy was learning.
There was a note on the refrigerator address to Master. I immediately hardened. This was the first time she’d used the title unprompted. Fuck, she was learning fast. There were notes on the proper reheating instructions for dinner. She also noted that she’d be more than happy to fix me dinner if I wanted to wake her up.
Oh, I had every intentions of waking her up, but it was not going to be for dinner.
I stripped off my jacket, folding it over the chair and leaving my briefcase on the table. Unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt and rolling up my sleeves, I headed quietly up the stairs to her room. Easing the door open, I could see her sleeping form on the bed. The light from the hallway spilled in, bathing her in soft golden light.
She was dressed in a blue sheer negligee. One strap had fallen down her shoulder, pushing the fabric down, leaving me just a glimpse of the edge of her rosy nipple. Her hair was spread over the pillow, and the diamonds around her throat glittered in the moonlight. She was so beautiful and so inviting. My feet almost moved on their own, carrying next to her bed.
Her lips parted just slightly as she shifted, and I slowly leaned down. The need to taste her was overwhelming. To slip my tongue between those pouty lips, to nibble on them until she moaned into my mouth.
Freezing, I gripped the headboard and closed my eyes. What the fuck was I thinking? I don’t kiss my subs. They weren’t relationships. They weren’t girlfriends. They were just for pleasure, and a kiss on the lips was far more intimate that anything I would do between her legs.
It had been a long time since I kissed a woman—since even feeling the urge to kiss.
Irritated with myself, I unlocked the closet door and find what would be needed for tonight. Returning to the bed, I gently picked up her wrists and secured them in the cuffs. Her large caramel eyes suddenly fluttered opened, and she gasped. Instinctively, she tried to scramble away from me, but the cuffs prevented her.
I gave her a few minutes to wake up and realize what was happening. “Mr. Langston?” she whispered. “I thought something might have happened to you. I was worried.”
Instead of answering her, I held up the blindfold. Her chest heaved as she stared at it and glanced uncertainly at me. Leaning over her, I covered her eyes and tied the blindfold in the back. “I’m going to have you, Daisy. I understand the importance that women put on their first times, but this isn’t going to be some romantic story that you tell your friends when you leave here. This is business. This is about money and pleasure. When you think about this moment, you don’t need to picture my face. You’ll just remember what I do to you. Do you understand?”
At first, she didn’t answer. Angry, I reached out and pinched her nipple. Hard. She gasped and jerked under me. “Do you understand?” I repeated coldly.
Whimpering, she took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. Master.”
God, she’d done it. The acknowledgement had come on her own, completely unprompted by me. Clearly, her time alone had been well spent. With a growl, I shoved the covers back and reached between her legs. I’d expected to find her panties, but instead, she was bare.
And wet.
“What is this?” I hissed and slid a finger inside her. “Did you touch yourself tonight, Daisy?”
“No, Master. I was waiting for you.”
“So why are you wet?”
Even in the dark, I could see her blush as she turned away. Withdrawing my hand, I smacked her pussy, and she groaned. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I didn’t do anything. I swear. It’s just that when I think of you…when you’re near…” her voice trailed off, and I smiled. The girl more than pleased me.
Withdrawing my hand, I stood from the bed to undress. Her head turned in my direction, and I could tell that she was trying to find me, but I kept my movements silent. Her hands clenched above her head, and she started to close her legs. “Master?” she asked hesitantly in the darkness.
Naked and aching, I returned to the bed and crawled between her legs and pushed them apart again. She was wet, but she still wasn’t ready for me. I was large, and knew that taking her virginity would be painful for her. Still, I didn’t want to hurt to the girl. Leaning down, I slid two fingers in her and stroked while also stretching and preparing her as best as possible.
“Mr. Langston. Master,” she whimpered. I leaned down and nipped at her inner thigh. Immediately, she shifted her legs farther apart, and I wedged a third finger inside her. Daisy cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I quickly slid my tongue over her clit. From her body’s reaction, I could tell that she was confused. She retracted and pushed forward, working through the pain and wanting more.
I stroked harder and rough, but continued to lick and suckle on her until her whole body went taut and her pussy shuddered around my fingers.
“Oh, Master,” she moaned, her climax close. I pushed even more, plunging my fingers into her, driving her pleasure.
“Do you enjoy this?” I asked her, mouth hovering over her pussy. I licked her clit again and she cried out, falling over the edge.
“Yes, Master!” she yelled while writhing under me.
Her gasping moan sliced through the dark as she arched towards me and twisted. The handcuffs clanked against the headboard, and I used my body to anchor her to the mattress.
“Oh, God,” she panted as her muscles relaxed.
She was a sight. Her lingerie was twisted around her waist, and she was open completely to me. Her legs. Her mouth. Her knees were up as she continued to run her heels along the bed, and it took all of my control not to impale myself in her right then and there.
“We’re not done,” I told her, pulling down her negligee and baring her breasts. The fabric snapped easily from the strap and fell. Leaning down, I latched on her beautiful nipple and roughly grazed my teeth over her. I wasn’t gentle. Frantic and desperate, I built her up again, making her ready for me. Just before she peaked, I pulled her knees up, and pushed myself inside her.
A strangled moan ripped from her throat, and I winced as she squeezed around me. Pleasure. Pain. I was barely halfway in, and every cell in my body wanted to plunge deeper until we were one, but I forced myself to still.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please.”
What was she begging for? For me to stop or for me to continue? “Stop moving,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Just relax.”
God help me, I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to tell her that it was going to get better. That I was going to make it better, but instead, I let her calm herself.
Slowly, she stilled. Closing my eyes, I reached down between us and gently stroked her clit. When I felt her body relax, I supported my weight and started to rock back and forth.
Inch by inch, I eased deeper inside her. Soon, her small whimpers of pain turned into something different all together. She wrapped her legs around me and tightened them. “Master,” she moaned. “More.”
I lost all control. Gripping the headboard, I fucked her hard and fast, relishing the feel of her around me. The need to feel her cum around my cock was the only thing that helped me stave off my own orgasm. The sound of the headboard slamming into the wall faded away until all I could see and feel and hear were Daisy.
She was unlike anything that I had felt before. God knows, I’ve fucked some talented women, but her surprised and raw reactions to everything I did to her were pushing me to new height of sexual pleasure.
“Oh, God. Please. Please. Please. Brick!”
My name on her lips, not Master or even Mr. Langston but my first name, pushed me over as her orgasm clenched around me.
“Brick,” she said again, ending my name on a moan. Her own climax built, her body rocking against mine in pleasure and the ecstasy inside of me overtook all thought.
With a shout, I anchored myself inside of her and spilled my release. My whole body shook, building and building up, until the orgasm exploded inside me.
This was what I had craved on an animalistic level. What I’d needed. Daisy. All of her.
My orgasm filled me as I filled her pussy with my cum until there was nothing left. Nothing but the softness of the beautiful woman under me, and with a grunt, I collapsed on top of her.
Sweat. Sex. Soft sighs. When I came to, I was still inside her and my cock was stirring again, hardening for her. Gritting my teeth, I reached up and managed to release Daisy from her cuffs. How long had I been asleep? Were her arms numb from being cuffed above her? She slept peacefully, but when her hands landed on the pillows she shifted.
And circled her arms around me. I froze.
How easy it would be to stay here. To sleep in her embrace until I had the energy to take her again. We’d stay just like this. Sleeping and fucking.
Her fingers slipped into my hair, and I pushed away from her. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Clean yourself up,” I ordered quietly and gathered my clothes. “And get some sleep. You’ll have a lot to do tomorrow.”
As she reached for the blindfold, I turned my back and stalked out the door. Slamming it behind me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I was shaking, and it had nothing to do with the shattering orgasm. Fucking her hadn’t taken the edge off of anything. It had just made things so very much worse.