Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... he backed away from her touch. He looked at her. She lifted and tried to reach his mouth.

“I can’t. I’m sorry,” said Pete, drawing away.

“What? Wait…”

Pete sat back up and put his hands to his face. “I’m sorry.”

Andy sat up at his side and rubbed his back. “Here, sugar. Have some more to drink—”

“No.” He rose and stepped away. “I need a ride back to the hotel.”

“I don’t understand. I mean it’s not like she isn’t doing the same.”

“She’s doing something we agreed to. Something I told her I was okay with. This is something different. I love Daisy. I won’t cheat on her in some whore room!”

Pete stormed out. Andy watched him go. She fell back on the sofa, laughing. Shaking her head, she looked to the monitor and winked.

Chapter Sixteen

Aiden gave her a drink of water. Her eye makeup was smeared; the gloss was gone from her lips. She kept wiping at her running nose. What he’d done to Daisy was cruel and possibly unnecessary. Prior to that, she’d seemed to be enjoying him. Therein lay the problem. He didn’t like the attraction, the bond they seemed to share. He’d prefer her to think him a bastard. Tired of the games, and uncomfortable with her pain, he looked away. Just like in life, he cheated, and he’d be rewarded for it.

“I can take you back.”

“It’s my fault,” she sobbed, staring down into her water.

“What’s your fault?”

“Pete. What he did. What I drove him to.”

“It’s not your fault, Daisy. That’s what men do in those places.”

“You ...

... don’t understand. I’ve betrayed him, and its karma. Karma for all I’ve done.”

Aiden sighed. He rose, needing a break from her. Daisy’s hand went to his, stopping him. “Don’t go. Don’t…”

Aiden touched her face. He wiped his thumb just under her eye to remove the tears. She stared at him, unaware the half-hopeful, half-uncertain expression in her eyes and the slight tremor of her lower lip made her impossible for him to resist. His hand went lower and she made no protest or effort to resist him. Her lips were warm and firm, demanding a response he had no wish to deny. He slid his hand to her nape, gently tugging her head back so she was angled to his satisfaction while his mouth continued ravishing hers. He felt her trembling against him. He stroked his tongue persuasively against the tremulous line of her lips, insisting she allow him access, until, with a little gasp, she capitulated.

Daisy’s blood surged through her veins. Her breasts felt heavy and ultra-sensitive as the swollen peaks of her nipples jutted to attention, straining against the silky material of her dress. She lost all notion of time and place. The dull ache from Pete’s betrayal began to fade. It was this man, strange and powerful, who desired her, and who had control. She was now only aware of the warmth of his skin as she lifted her fingers to trace his jaw; the musky scent of his cologne swamped her senses. She wanted this kiss, his kiss, to last forever. It was so different than the other kisses ...