Chapter Nineteen
Daisy
The next week flew by. Brick didn’t touch me at all during the weekend, and for that, I was grateful. Poor Gemma already went to bed terrified of her nightmares. I wanted to be there for her if she needed me, and Brick apparently felt the same.
Sunday night, Brick was in my bed all night long, making up for lost time. I wondered if things were changing between us, but Monday morning, there was a list of things for me to do around the house again, along with explicit instructions on what to wear that night. We fell back into the same routine. There were no more dates out or pretend family nights in. Still, it had been nice while it lasted.
“You seem happier,” Suzie commented as she started to prepare for dinner. “Smiling. Humming. You aren’t doing something stupid like falling in love, are you?”
“What?” Sitting directly on the floor, I was still trying to figure out how these gold strappy heels fit. They looked like they were supposed to wrap all the way up my legs, but there were so many loops and cross tucks. Every time I thought it was right, the buckle didn’t meet the strap. Who the hell designed these?
“Falling in love. Hoping that Brick Langston is going to be your knight in shining armor?”
“Of course not,” I muttered, but didn’t meet her gaze. “I have a boyfriend that I’m going home to when this is over with, remember?”
“Right. The boyfriend who sold you.” Suzie grunted, stirring something in a bowl as she eyed me. “Does he make you smile and hum like that too?”
“Ralph makes me happy. We have a future together,” I said blandly. The truth was that I hadn’t thought of Ralph all week. Hadn’t called him either. We hadn’t talked since his last surprise visit and since then he hadn’t gotten in touch with me at all. Not even a message on social media.
“And you and Brick don’t have a future?”
My hands started to shake, and I looked up sharply. “Weren’t you the one who warned me of the dangers of having romantic delusions? Now you want to keep planting that notion in my head?”
“So you are falling for him.” Suzie smiled in triumph. “I know what I told you, little girl. That’s because in all the time that I’d known Brick, he’s never once defended a woman. Never cared about her feelings. Never tried to do anything to make her happy, at least outside of the bedroom. He’s done all three with you.”
It would be a lie if I didn’t admit that her words made me feel…something. I loved to see Brick softening towards me, and hoped that it meant something, but that kind of thinking was dangerous. I did not want to get hurt. “Has he ever invited a woman to live with him for a month?”
Suzie shook her head. “No.”
“That’s the difference. He’s just around me more. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Why are you so against the thought of a romantic ending? Why are you so against the idea of falling in love?”
I sighed and discarded the shoes. “There is no such thing as a romantic ending. Falling in love only ends in pain. What Brick and I have is chemistry and passion, and it’s going to burn out at some point. My parents were in love. They had all that chemistry and passion, and you know what it got them? Crying and fighting every night. I used to lay awake and listen to my father assault my mother every night. She’d scream no and fight him, but she never left him either.”
Suzie’s eyes widened in horror. “That’s why you were a virgin, isn’t it?”
“I loved my mother, but I don’t want to end up like her. With Ralph…we may not have passion and love, but he cares about my future, and I can build a life on that.” I stood and nudged the shoes away with my foot. There was no way that I was going to find a way to wear them. It was back to the black pumps.
“Ralph doesn’t care about your future, darling. He cares about his money. What is it going to take for you to see that?” Suzie shook her head. “You can’t be so afraid of finding love that you get trapped in a passionless and loveless relationship, darling. You won’t be any happier than your mother.”
My heart ached at the thought, but before I could dwell on the unhappy thought, there was a knock at the door. With a frown, I adjusted the skin-tight cream-colored dress that I was wearing. I prayed that Suzie wasn’t making anything with red sauce.
One of the employees for the building stood on the other side with a box. “This was delivered to the front desk,” he said and held it out to me. “Mr. Langston wanted to make sure that you had it for tonight.”
“For tonight?” I frowned and accepted the box. “Thank you.”
As I shut the door, Suzie shouldered her bag and pointed to the pot. “You let this boil, and it’ll be ruined. Simmer until you pull the steak out of the oven, okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I was barely listening as I put the box on the counter. What would Brick send me that would be for tonight?
“If you burn the sauce, it won’t be my fault,” Suzie muttered. “There’s some bacon in the fridge. For some reason, Brick wants it for breakfast pizza. Honestly, I don’t even know where he got that idea.”
I smiled to myself as Suzie bustled out of the condo. Tugging at the tape, I pulled it off and opened the box. Inside, there was another box. Gold and white stripes with an ornate label. Erotic Elegance. Flipping the lid open, I pulled out the fabric inside.
Black crotch-less sheer panties and a matching bar that hid absolutely nothing.
Immediately, I grew wet.
Apparently, Brick had some interesting plans for tonight.
I wasn’t wearing any panties under the dress, so it was easy enough to slip on the new garments, but I needed to exchange the bra. I unzipped the dress just enough to pull the straps down and unhook my bra. From the corner of my eye, I could see the sauce starting to boil. Cursing, I turned the heat down and stirred it with one hand while I stripped off my bra. Finally, I slipped the new bra on, managed to hook it in the back, and pulled my dress back up.
My nipples easily showed beneath the dress with the new bra on. There would be no hiding my arousal.
Once the sauce was safe, I gathered up the boxes, my shoes, and my discarded bra and hurried them upstairs before Brick would see the mess.
When I scurried back to the kitchen, he was already there. “Brick. Mr. Langston.” I still wasn’t sure what to call him when we weren’t in bed. “Dinner is almost ready.”
With his eyes trained on me, he reached across and turned the stove off. My mouth immediately dried. “Are you not hungry?” I asked slowly.
“Take off the dress,” he ordered. “Now.”
There was no denying him. There was never any denying him. I unhooked my dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. He’d seen me naked, but that didn’t stop the flush from creeping up my chest. I could only imagine the sight that I made, standing there in his kitchen in the most scandalous pair of lingerie that I’d ever put on. Nipples exposed, tight with arousal. Crotch-less panties that didn’t protect my thighs from my juices. My desire was all too easy to see, and his eyes slowly swept over me from head to toe.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said harshly. “Come here.”
As I walked towards him, Brick undid his belt, but rather than removing his pants, he slid the belt out of the loops and folded it in his hands. I immediately stopped, eyeing the strap of leather in his hands. Just what was he planning on doing with it?
“Come here, Daisy.” His gaze narrowed, and I slowly blew out my breath. Either trust him or don’t.
One step forward and a look of pure satisfaction crossed his face. “Give me your hands,” he demanded.
Shivering, I held them out to him, and he looped the belt around my wrists. The leather was supple and warm against me as he tied my wrists together. “I don’t want you to touch me,” he said in a strangled voice. “I want to play this out, Daisy, and if you touch me, it’ll be over before it even begins.”
“I’m yours, Master. Do whatever you want,” I said breathlessly. Hooking his arms around my waist, he lifted me to the kitchen table.
“Spread your legs.” I did as he asked, but the table kept me from widening my thighs too much. “More. I know how flexible you are, Daisy. Spread your thighs for me and let me see that beautiful pussy.”
Feeling wicked, I lifted my legs until I straddled the table. My balance was a little precarious with my hands tied, so I gripped the table in front of me, but he immediately grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head. My breasts rose, and he groaned.
“Perfect. This is what I’ve been thinking about all day. This is what I’ve been picturing. Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me? I’m supposed to be running a multi-billion dollar corporation, and all I could do was wish that you were in my office so I could fuck you on every surface.”
“You could have called,” I whispered. “And I would have been there to do whatever you wanted.”
“Christ,” he groaned. “You really are perfect.” Leaning down, he kissed me long and hard as his hands stroked up and down my thighs but never touching me where I needed him most. My hands were still above my head, and I was helpless. I couldn’t touch him, but needed him naked.
“Brick, please,” I whispered, dropping my head back. He trailed kisses along my throat, and my body ached for him. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I want to see you.”
Stepping back, he smirked as he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. I watched in tense anticipation, hungry for more as he exposed his skin. When he finally pulled his shirt off, I purred. “You are so beautiful, you know that?”
“Beautiful?” he echoed.
“Like a Roman god. All smooth and taut. Radiating power,” I confessed. “You’re perfect.”
With a growl, he tossed his pants and put his hands around my throat. I felt absolutely no fear as he pushed me down against the table and leaned over to take advantage of my risqué bra. As he kissed and suckled my exposed breasts, he rubbed his thumb over my pussy. I arched into him, mindless with pleasure.
“You’re wet, baby. So fucking wet,” he groaned. “This is for me, right? Only me. No one else.”
“No one else,” I agreed. “Just you. Ah…Brick…please.” He stroked his fingers in and out of me, but he avoided my pulsing clit.
“You don’t wish that anyone else was here?”
“No,” I cried out. “Why would I want anyone else? Brick!”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear. I’m the only one, Daisy. I’m the only one who is ever going to make you feel like this.” He released me and pulled me roughly off the table. “On your knees, Daisy.”
Confused, I lowered myself to my knees. He pushed me to the floor, and I just barely caught myself with my bound hands before he joined me on the ground. Gripping my hips from behind, he buried himself inside of me in one swift move.
Gasping, I dug my nails into the hard floor. He reached around and finally pressed his fingers against my clit as he rocked inside of me. My body coiled tight, his fingers rubbing hard and building me up.
“Oh god, Brick,” I said, moaning on his name.
My moans only drove him, he pumped into me faster but it wasn’t enough. I moved against him, shifting until he drove even deeper into me, until the sound of his balls hitting me and out panting filled the room and I came undone.
Pleasure exploded inside of me and I cried out, shaking as the hard orgasm rocked my body, but Brick didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, massaging my clit and grunting into my hair. My muscles tensed as the climax crashed before fading away, but Brick wasn’t satisfied with giving me just one orgasm.
“Give me another one,” he demanded hoarsely. His hand reached up, capturing my breast and massaging it before moving back to my clit. “Come with me, Daisy. I want to feel it. Come with me.” His other hand gripped my hip, guiding my waist back to him as he thrusted forward, faster and faster. Every time his hard cock drove into me it sent my head spinning, my pussy pulsing, until I was begging for another orgasm.
As his fingers continued to strum and flick my clit, I was reaching that point of pleasure and pain. His movements were rough, and my knees ached as he pounded me. Suddenly, his teeth were sinking into my shoulders and, with the hand that had been guiding my hips, he squeezed my breast tight. Another orgasm thundered over me, and as I squeezed around him and screamed out in pleasure, he shoved himself hard inside me and shuddered as he found his own release, massaging my tits with both hands as he did.
I was still breathing hard when he, with gentle hands, flipped me over. I stretched out under him, and he stared at me wordlessly. There was something going on behind those stormy blue eyes, but he didn’t share. He just stroked my body lightly.
I was exhausted and sore, but recognized the hunger in his eyes. What we’d just done had hardly sated him. His roaming hands grew more targeted. “I need you again, Daisy,” he finally growled.
“Release me, Brick. Please. I want to touch you,” I pleaded.
Leaning back on his haunches, he undid my wrists. As my arms circled him, he slipped his hard cock back inside me, and I tensed, but he was gentle as he rocked inside me. If we were waging a war, I had a feeling that I had somehow won the battle.
“I want you in my bed tonight. All night, Daisy,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Please?”
“I already told you. Whatever you want. Whenever you want,” I assured him. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, I stroked him, reveled in him, and we didn’t speak again.