Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... day? Daisy, say what-chu mean.”

“I am. He says he wants me to be with him for a day, to see if we can survive it apart, I guess. To test us. If we pass the test, the money is ours.”

“He propositioned you?”

His choice of words caused her breath to hitch in her throat. “Pete…”

“He wants you to whore yourself to him for a million dollars?”

“No! It’s not like that!”

“The hell it isn’t. He gave me the money, so what am I, your pimp?”

She froze on the last word. Daisy shook her head wildly. Her lips moved. Nothing came out but weak gasps. He paced in front of her, full of rage. Did he hear her? It was a million dollars—a million dollars. She hadn’t imagined his reaction would hurt this much, but really, what was there to consider?

“Would you calm down and listen.”

“Listen to what, Daisy? You explain to me how you’d rather sleep with a stranger for a million dollars than be my wife?”

“NO!” She reached for him and he slapped her hand away. She stepped closer, desperate, eyes pleading. Her bottom lip quivered. “No. It’s our chance. Don-cha see, Pete? It’s our turn to have what we talked about.”

“What you talked about!” He pointed an accusatory finger at her. The spark of hope extinguished. He was too angry. He was just a bullheaded country boy that would risk everything over his stupid pride.

“One day out of our lives won’t change the lifetime we have together. I don’t want him. I love you, only you.” She touched his chest and he snatched her up ...

... by the wrist.

“Shut up!! Don’t you say another word!!” he shouted in her face. In all the years she’s known him, he’d never threatened her. Not once. “I don’t care if it’s 20 minutes or 20 days, I would never sell you to a man. Do you understand? Do you know what that makes you? What it makes me?”

“Poor,” she said weakly. “Dirt poor. It makes us our parents. Struggling for the rest of our lives. Pete, please… please listen to me. Stop and think about it. It’s a million dollars.”

He let her go. Her wrist burned from his manhandling. She stepped back from him when the knock at the door came. He smirked and turned away.

“Pete, no!”

But it was too late. Pete was at the door in a flash, yelling, and flinging it open like a madman. “Get the fuck away from here or I’ll break your fucking necks!!” He shoved at the guy in a suit. Behind him stood another. Daisy reached Pete in time to grab his arm and prevent his swing. She dragged him backward with all her might, her eyes pleading with their visitors. The casino manager dusted at his lapels, and the other man behind him, darkly dressed like a mortician, just stared. It was as if they expected it. Had Aiden made these deals before?

“Can you come back? We need an hour, or maybe more. Please. Aiden said we had the day.” She rushed the words out in a hushed tone. Closing the door halfway, she checked behind her for her angry boyfriend. He had walked off into the back of the suite. Daisy could hear things being tossed ...