Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... hell had come over him? Was it the same sickness that his father suffered that made him weak for Carlotta? Like Carlotta, Daisy was quite the actress too. “You agreed to my terms, Daisy,” he said in a flat, brittle voice. He was careful to keep his anger caged behind his penetrating stare. “Do you want me to return you to the hotel? Do you want me to undo the deal? Say it and it can be done. Your choice.”

She looked him up and down. What was that? Was that pity in her eyes? Why the hell would she dare pity him! He drew in a breath and his bottom lip. He refused to give into the desire clawing at his gut for her, to lower himself for her! She had no power over him; it was time he reminded her of that and reminded himself of that. Hell, it had only been a fucking kiss.

“Have you changed your mind?” He ground out each word through clenched teeth.

She blinked away her tears and forced a smile of bravery to her face. “No. I haven’t.”

To convince him, Daisy walked back into his arms and kissed him softly. She kissed him with so much tenderness that she felt his lips and jaw muscles loosen. As his eyes closed, she slipped her tongue between his lips. She didn’t understand why he was so harsh with her on their first kiss, but she found the man in him within the second. She drew away before the kiss grew into something more. Her body was behaving in ways she didn’t recognize. He was as addictive as she’d feared. Stepping back, she found that he had eased down the zipper on ...

... the side of her dress without her even feeling the touch. She quickly zipped it back up, realizing how quickly things could change.

“Now. You believe me now? Good. It’s out of our system, and we don’t have to do that again,” she said, looking away.

Aiden reached for her hand. She felt the pinch of her engagement ring. She was ashamed. She’d forgotten she still wore it. He looked down at it, then at her. “Take it off. You won’t be wearing it where we’re going.” He dropped her hand.

Daisy looked down at the precious jewel. Pete’s love was in her ring. If she was going to do this—anything—with Aiden, she couldn’t wear it. She nodded and pulled it off. Aiden gave her a satisfied smile.

“Let’s go.”

***

Andy was a club favorite. When she took to the narrow stage, the men whooped it up, clamoring to put money in her g-string. Pete had to admit she was entertaining. A really good dancer, Andy was in complete control of every muscle in her body. He sat through her set, amused. She would stop and wink at him, as the barkeep brought him another drink. What was it, his fifth, his sixth? He’d lost count. It was finally working. His mind was numb. He felt nothing. The song ended. Andy waved and blew kisses to her fans, her large breasts bouncing as she collected the sweat-stained bills thrown at her feet. Gathering her load, she came down and over to him, panting.

“That’s it sugar!”

“It?”

“Done for the day. I’m all yours. In fact, we got a private room here that ...