Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... fleeting, he felt a flush of shame for showing her his anger. How she got him to show any emotion puzzled him. When she turned and fled, so did any reservations he carried. He dropped his hands into his pockets and stared at the closed door. In the cold solitude of his kingdom, he could not hide from himself. Daisy had affected him, and he felt equally trapped.

Daisy felt like a fool, a complete fool. She rubbed her teary eyes, then fumbled with the key to their room. She’d searched all over for Pete. He was nowhere to be found. For all she knew, he’d packed it up and left her. It would serve her right. A raw numbness had crept in, and Aiden Keane’s final words kept repeating over and over in her head.

If you agree, Daisy, you will be mine. And you will come to me willingly. I will take you how I please, as I please… and you will enjoy it, sweetness. Make sure that is clear between you both before you wander back here again. Time is short and so is my patience.

She pushed in the door and walked through, not bothering to see it shut. Emotionally exhausted and more confused than ever, she’d thought she could have it all. There was no such thing.

“Daisy.”

Her head snapped around. Pete sat on the bed. He’d been there all along, waiting for her. He rose. His cap was pulled down on his head and he had a small smile on his face. She gulped hard. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She had never been happier to see him. Running for his arms, she threw hers around his ...

... neck.

“Pete, I’m so sorry. Forgive me please, pleeeease.” She mumbled the words through her breaking sobs.

“It’s okay, Daze. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have walked out on you.”

“No, you were right. I was wrong. You don’t understand, I—”

“Let me talk.” He kissed her and then kissed away her tears. “Let me finish.”

He reached behind him and removed a folded document. The contract. His contract. Daisy frowned, looking down at it. “I love you, Daisy, more than the money, more than my pride. I want you to be happy, and I want us to have the life we talked about. Take it.”

She took the papers, unfolded them, and saw his signature. “We don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, we do. It’s already between us. The moment he proposed this, it got in between us. I know you love me. We can get through this. See? I trust you Daisy. Trust me.”

She covered her mouth, shaking her head. The soreness in the pit of her stomach churned hotly and her emotions boiled over. She should tear the papers up. Tell him it would never matter. But he was right. Inside, she’d still want it, long for it.

“I don’t know what to do.” Her voice broke over a sob.

Pete frowned, unsure about the source of her conflict. He misread it. Taking her face, he held it gently between his hands. “Hey, you won’t lose me. Like you said, it’s just a day with him. You don’t have to do anything with him that you don’t want. Right?”

She held her breath, then nodded. He hugged her, pulled her close, and she ...