Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... reduced to menacing slits. “This aint a romance novel, Daisy, and I’m not your prince or pirate rescuing you for some gold treasure. Neither is Pete after last night.”

Daisy tried to step around him but he blocked her pass.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“We’re done. I won’t take you abusing me for sport. I may be young and naïve, but you’re old and a bully!”

He sighed. “Look I—”

“Don’t you dare apologize for being what you are. At least I’m no longer confused about it.”

He snatched her by the wrist. Shocked at the force he used, she tensed. He dragged her to the deck door, threw it open, and forced her out with him into the night. The wind blew her hair wildly about her face. The wet strands stung her eyes. The sky was starless; dark clouds still stirred. A glowing full moon was partially uncovered, waiting until the next cloud moved over it. If it weren’t for the deck railing lights, they’d be in complete blackness. Daisy held tight to his hand as he marched her to the back deck. She feared the lapping black waters at the hull, but they weren’t moving any more. That meant they must be anchored. Daisy looked up to see the Santa Monica shoreline in the distance. Lights and buildings, they weren’t that far. Thank heavens.

Finally, Aiden let her go. Daisy rubbed her wrist, staring after him. She was baffled by the way he paced from one end of the stern to the other.

“Why did you bring me out here? Take me back to Vegas!”

“Damn it!” He picked up a deck ...

... chair and hurled it off the boat. Daisy stepped back, stunned. Was he going to attack her? Throw her off next? Why did she open her mouth back there? He was why. It was the way he teased her, taunted her, after making her feel so many sinful things in his bed. He was the devil. She was cursed. His eyes turned on her. Razor sharp with their cruelty, it was like a sickness in him. He was poisoned by so much rage. When he focused on her, she stopped her retreat. Suddenly, the hard lines in his face softened, and the darkness moved over his face. In came such deep grief and sorrow.

“You know why I do this? Do you!!”

“Do what?” she asked in a small voice.

He shook his head as if she was missing the point. Well, she was. He wasn’t making any sense. It was the booze. He was stone drunk. Drunks were mean. She should run for it to escape that meanness before it was too late. But she didn’t. She never ran from a fight. That was a huge problem in the Hollow. She never knew when to just walk away. Instead, she took a step forward.

“Do what, Aiden?”

“This!!! All of it!!!”

Daisy looked around them. There was nothing but them, a boat and an ocean. What did he see? “I don’t understand—”

“You know why you don’t understand? Do you?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“Because you can’t. Because I can’t.” He wiped his hand down his face. Daisy witnessed the torture on his face. She just wanted to escape. What did he expect from her?

“If you don’t want to talk to me, ...