Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... sir.”

“Her name is Daisy Johnson. When she wants access to my penthouse, you make sure she has it.” He checked his watch. He estimated that Daisy and Pete would be over within an hour and she’d return to him. He was heading upstairs to wait. Looking forward to it.

***

Daisy fished out her keycard. She dropped it in the door slot and the green light blinked. Turning down the handle, she walked inside. It was quiet. Tomb quiet. She wondered when Pete would return. But when she looked around, her mouth fell open. She dropped her purse. He lay there in his jeans, face in his pillow—but that woman. The whore! She slept next to him, snuggled close, in their bed.

Daisy stood there, frozen, rooted to the spot. Rage like she’d never known boiled up in her. She shuddered with fury. He brought this woman back there. To their suite? Some skank-ho bitch he found in a strip joint. He brought her to their hotel room. Pete did it to throw it in her face. To hurt her. And it worked. Tears shimmied on her long lashes, threatening to fall. She turned and went to the bathroom, grabbing the ice bucket.

Pete nearly jumped from the bed.

Ice-cold water thrown over him had him gasping for air. At first, he thought he was drowning. The woman next to him squealed. Before the fog cleared, he heard Daisy screaming. She flew across him and attacked someone, kicking, biting and scratching. It was happening so fast, he was knocked on his ass. The woman was trying to fight back, but Daisy ...

... had her by the hair, dragging her off the bed, pounding her fists into her face.

“Stop it! Daisy, stop!” He grabbed her, but she threw him off with her country-girl strength. Pete tried again to get a hold of her. It was Andy that was taking the abuse, trying to fight back. Daisy delivered the ass-whipping of her life.

“Daisy, stop it. Damn it!!” He threw her to the floor. Andy’s blonde extensions were in Daisy’s clenched fist.

“Get out of here, bitch, or I’ll kick yo’ ass!” Daisy shouted.

Andy grabbed her things and ran for the door. She was through it so fast, Pete barely saw her go. He stepped back, soaking wet, and looked at her. “I can explain.”

“How could you do that to me?” she screamed through her tears.

Pete’s head was pounding from the alcohol. He looked to the bed and tried to remember. “I-I-I didn’t.”

“I saw you!! I saw you!!” she shouted at him, shoving him out of the way. Pete blocked her. “Wait. Wait a damn minute. Let me explain damn it!”

“Do you know how much you hurt me?” Her tears were like daggers piercing his heart.

“Daisy, I didn’t betray you. I couldn’t. You know me.”

“I saw you! Stop lying to me! At least admit it!”

“That’s not what you think it is. She helped me to the room. I had too much to drink. I guess I just passed out.”

“No, you asshole. I saw you at the club.”

Pete blinked and stepped back. “What?”

“In that red room, with her riding your dick, and you flipping her over on the sofa. I saw it with my own ...