Delighting Daisy

by Lynn Richards

  “If you make me come to you, I’ll have to punish you for disobeying me.” This time he did straighten but neither made a move toward the other.

  “Last chance, Daisy. If you don’t come here, I’m going to paddle that big, luscious ass of yours until it’s bright red.”

  She groaned and clenched the edge of the credenza to keep from falling into a boneless heap against the floor.

  “If that’s the way you want it.” He took a step toward her, then another. “I’m real glad you want it that way, baby. Cause I like nothing better than making my woman obey.”

  He continued to move, reaching back to draw his t-shirt over this head.

  “Do you like to be told what to do? Do you want to submit to me, Daisy? To give yourself over to me completely?” He stopped about two feet from her, his magnificent chest bare to her view. He was simply gorgeous. Broad shoulders, thick muscular arms. His jeans were drawn tight against his crotch, revealing his erection. A huge erection.

  She licked her lips as she looked.

  “Answer me.”

  She lifted her head and met his gaze. His eyes were burning with desire. Desire for her. This was her dream come true, but was she ready for it? Yes, she’d fantasized about bondage and submission, and just about everything else. And usually those fantasies involved her and this half-naked man before her. But was she ready?

  He closed the distance between them.

  “You know I want you, don’t you Daisy?” He hands came out to tweak her nipples through her blouse.

  “Yes.” She let her head fall back and he took the hint, kissing her throat.

  “And you know I’d never hurt you?” His teeth grazed the edge of her jaw.

  “Yes.”

  “And you know I’d never embarrass you?” He whispered the question in her ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and sucking.

  “God, yes.”

  She could have sworn she felt him smiling against her ear.

  His hands grabbed her arms and before she knew what was happening, she was sitting in her boss’s chair. He pushed it backwards until it bumped into the credenza, trapping her.

  “Let’s get you out of this shirt.” His nimble fingers worked the buttons of her white cotton blouse. The only saving grace from its plainness was the fact that it was slightly see through, allowing the white satin of her bra to show through.

  As he unbuttoned her blouse and more and more of her was revealed, her doubts came flooding back. When he reached the buttons across her stomach. She stopped his hand with one of her own.

  He didn’t get angry, just stared at her until she spoke. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.”

  A dark brow rose. “Were do you suggest??

  “Uh, my apartment? Your apartment?”

  He smiled. “Oh, but Daisy where would the fun in that be? Remember you wanted the others to watch.”

  Her gaze flew to the blinds that separated the chief’s office from the rest of the agents. Thankfully the long vertical slats were drawn together. The only way anybody could see anything was if they were pressed right against the glass. She relaxed. But only for a moment.

  “You didn’t lock the door.”

  “No, I didn’t.” Before she could protest again, he’d unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside.

  “Dear God, you are beautiful.” His finger stroked the valley between her breasts. The bra pushed the two mounds together and the satin cups did little to hide the evidence of her excitement. Her nipples poked through the thin material.

  “You look a little flushed, baby. I think I need to cool you off. Don’t move.” He left the room, headed toward the chief’s private inner sanctum. It contained a bath and small kitchenette.

  When he left the room, Daisy didn’t know if she should get up and run, and keep on running, or stay exactly where he’d told her to stay. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What did she want? Freedom, or to apparently become Gideon’s sex slave? She shivered. What would he order her to do? Suck him? She’d imaged that enough times. Or would he ‘punish’ her as he’d threatened? What would the slap of his hand on her backside feel like?

  She knew he’d spoken the truth. He would never hurt her or embarrass her. And did he want her? Apparently so, judging by the bulge in his jeans. She decided she should just reach and grab life for once. With two hands.

  “That’s a good girl, Daisy. You stayed exactly like I ordered.”

  Daisy realized she hadn’t moved a muscle while he was gone. Her hands still gripped the chair’s plastic handles, her shirt still lay open to reveal her bra.

  He sat a bowl behind her head.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She looked up at him, his eyes were dark. Darker than she’d ever seen them, even in anger.

  She allowed her legs to fall open as far as her black skirt would allow.

  “Did I ever tell you how sexy you look in your little office suits, Daisy? All prim and proper. Willing to obey. In everything.”

  He bent over and pushed her skirt up her thighs. When his fingers encountered the top of her thigh high stockings he groaned. “Do you wear these all the time?”

  “Yes,” she smiled, wondering what he’d think when his hand went a little further.

  The top of his head was even with her mouth. He had a luxurious head of hair, all soft and full. Due to the undercover assignments he was sometimes asked to do, he keep it fairly long. It suited him.

  Unable to resist, she thrust both hands through his black locks. He titled his head up, meeting her gaze. “Kiss me.” An order she was happy to obey.

  She pulled his head forward, her tongue coming out to lick his lips. His eyes remained opened. She thrust her tongue inside and he allowed her to control the kiss. She moved slow and easy, stroking his tongue with hers.

  He pulled away, breathing rapidly. “You like to use your tongue, don’t you baby? I’ll give you something to stroke later. Right now I need to cool you off. Lean back.”

  Daisy leaned back, gripping the arms once again.

  Gideon had retrieved a bowl of ice from the chief’s private kitchenette. He couldn’t do anything too risqué, other agents were on the other side of the wall and the chief could walk in any minute. But Gideon needed to start as he meant to finish. He wanted Daisy and he intended to have her. Now.

  He took an ice cube from the bowl and ran it along her jaw. She jumped at the first touch but didn’t move. There still wasn’t enough of her exposed. Her pretty breasts were still inside her sexy bra. With one hand he flicked it open and pushed back the cups. Her breasts were heavy and full, just like the rest of her. Just the way he liked. He swirled the ice cube down her throat, small rivulets of water beginning to run down her smooth satiny skin. He leaned forward to catch a bead with his tongue before it reached the top of her breast.

  “Beautiful.”

  Her breasts were a soft dusky rose, the nipple and surrounding pink a large button of color. He placed the ice cube against the tip, holding it there.

  “Does that feel better, Daisy? Are you starting to cool down?”

  She shook her head no and started to push him away.

  “Stop.”

  She stilled instantly. Lord, they were going to be so good together. He moved the ice cube to the other breast, holding it against that nipple. He knew she again fought the urge to push him away.

  He pulled back looking at his handy work. Both of her nipples were hardened peaks, the skin contracted so tightly around them the color was almost lost.

  Throwing the almost melted cube back in the bowl, he knelt in front of her. He took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked the icy tip deep inside. She bucked in her chair and he had to press her back with hand on her hip. He knew the sensation of hot over cold was almost painful, but also oh, so pleasurable. He sucked, and sucked, warming her completely before switching his attention to the other breast. It was not nearly as cold as the first, but the sensation was still there. Hot and cold.
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  Once both luscious peaks were warmed back up to his satisfaction, he sat back on his heels, giving them one last, not so gentle tweak before placing his hand on her thighs. He pulled her legs further apart, running his hands up the insides of her thighs. He lingered when he found the top of her stockings again, running his fingers along the edges. Damn, if he’d known she’d worn these to work he’d never have been able to keep his hands off of her as long as he had. He’d have to buy her a garter with real stockings and about four inch high heels. He’d order her to leave them on while he fucked her.

  Fucked her. Sounded like a damn fine idea right about now.

  He moved his hands up, taking the skirt with them. He couldn’t wait to see her pussy.

  “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

  When he’d bunched her skirt up he’d expected to see some racy underwear – a woman didn’t wear thigh high stockings without some sort of lacy undergarments. But he’d never expected this.

  Apparently, Daisy Lambert didn’t wear panties to work.

  He didn’t know whether to be angry or very, very grateful. If at any time during the day she’d bent over a little too far, every agent in the goddamn bureau would have seen her slit.

  The hair covering her pussy was trimmed neatly into a small black triangle. He knew other men preferred the bald look, but to him it wasn’t real. He’d grown up in the day when shaving wasn’t the trend and he could tell which Playboy centerfolds he’d jerked off to were true blondes, brunettes or redheads.

  “Damn it, Daisy. What the hell were you thinking?”

  “That I didn’t want to spend the day in wet panties?” She smiled down at him and he knew he’d just lost another chunk of his heart.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, Daisy and I’m going to have to punish you for it.”

  “Promise, promises.”

  Gideon knew it was time to confess all. “Daisy, I’m serious. I like things a little different, a little rougher. A little darker.”

  She bit her lip before answering. “I think maybe I do, too. I’ll try anything with you Gideon.”

  He grinned. “That’s just what I was hoping.” He placed his hands under her hips and pulled her toward the edge of the seat. “God, you smell so good. I’ve wanted to taste you for ages.”

  He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs, stretching the soft pliable skin until her clit was revealed. It was shy little thing and he knew just how to coax it out. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her vagina to her clit, tasting her juices. “Good God, woman, you are wet.”

  Lifting his head he grinned. “And you taste damn delicious.” He stroked her again, enjoying her groans and sighs. He saw her fingers tighten against the chair arm when he sucked her bud. Placing his thumbs on her perianal, he massaged her. She groaned when he pushed a thumb into her little puckered hole.

  “Relax, sweetheart, relax.” He continued to lick her, loving her taste When he felt she was close to coming, he reached behind her and took another ice cube from the bowl. This was just one of the many things he wanted to do to Daisy – and with her. Next time he’d have her spread across his bed, her hands tied to the headboard. Then he’d make her cry out for mercy. Right now, he just wanted to get both their rocks off. His cock had never been harder.

  He saw her tense when she heard the click of the ice. He placed the cube on her throat, rubbing the ice down her neck, across her nipples, swirling around her belly button. He traced the lines where her legs met her body then skimmed down her thighs. She was so wide open and exposed to him. He blew across the chilled flesh.

  She jerked and tried to close her legs. He pressed closer, keeping them open with his shoulders. He pressed the cube to her clit, holding it there even as she screamed in shock then groaned in pleasure. He laughed. “Sshh, Daisy, you’ll bring the others in here.”

  The chief’s office was away from the agents’ desks, but her voice might carry through the walls.

  Instantly the sounds stopped. “Gideon,” she gasped.

  “I’m right here darling, right here.” When water started to run down his fingers, he placed his hand over her mouth. Her startled eyes met his. He grinned down at her as he plunged the cube completely inside her. The sound of her scream was muffled by his hand. He’d known that scream would have brought someone to investigate. “Easy, baby, easy,” he soothed.

  “You bastard,” she yelled when he finally removed his hand. Her hands pushed at his shoulders.

  “Stop.” He growled. “I can and will do anything I like to you, Daisy. You are mine.” Before she could dispute him, he bent down and plunged his tongue inside her. Only a remnant of the cube remained, her pussy was so damn hot. He swiped his tongue upward like a big jungle cat.

  “You taste like a vanilla popsicle.”

  Daisy laughed then moaned as he licked her again. “I don’t think they make that flavor.”

  Gideon looked up, his hands still holding her splayed open for his pleasure. “Then they should. It would be delicious. Just like you.”

  Bending again, he licked and sucked until she was panting. “Please Gideon, oh, please make me come.”

  “Anything the lady wants.” He sucked her into his mouth and plunged two fingers deep inside her. She arched from the chair seat and flooded his tongue with her juices. He tongued her until her pussy quit pulsating.

  By now he was just a solid piece of rock. The top of his dick had edged past the waist of his jeans. He’d never been bigger or fuller. He looked down at her, his mind running through all the possible positions they could try and where all of them ended with him buried balls deep inside her. It would never work with her in the chair.

  “Fuck it,” he grunted then turned away.

  Daisy whimpered. She might have known it was too good to be true. He was walking away. Oh God what had she done? She brought her legs down and hastily began to rearrange her clothes. Please don’t let him see her cry. Before she could stand, one of his muscular arms swept across the chief’s desk, tossing everything to the floor. Before she could blink, he turned back to her.

  “What the hell are you doing?” His eyes narrowed when he discovered she had moved. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her from the chair. “Daisy?”

  “I..I.”

  “Oh, baby, it’s going to be so much fun teaching you to obey.” He kissed her hard before turning her in his arms. He nudged her until the front of her thighs pressed against the edge of the oak desk. He took her arms and held them behind her back. Her shirt was open, her breasts hanging free. If anyone walked into the office right now, they would see her like this. Half undressed and at a man’s mercy. She almost came again.

  “Down,” he ordered.

  He pressed her forward. Her breasts touched the desk first. Then her stomach. He continued to hold her arms behind her. She turned her head, laying her cheek against the cool, polished surface. The position caused her hips to rise and she had to stand on tiptoes to relieve the pressure. What was he going to do? “Gideon?”

  She felt him move, placing both her wrists in one of his. He shifted to the side. The next thing she felt was his other hand skimming beneath her skirt. With a jerk he bunched it around her waist. Her big, bouncy bottom was revealed to him. “Gideon.”

  She tried to straighten up, but couldn’t. He simply pressed down on her trapped wrists. It didn’t hurt, but it did let her know who was in charge. She could just image how she looked, her white thighs stretched upwards, the globes of her ass starting to droop toward the desk.

  “Gideon.” This time she meant business.

  Smack.

  The contact made Daisy suck in air.

  Smack, smack, smack.

  The next three made tears come to her eyes.

  “You know what bad girls like you deserve, baby? They deserve to be spanked.” He smacked her again before his big calloused palm rubbed against the heated flesh. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. We’re going to have to work on thos
e body self-images of yours, Daisy.”

  She heard the rustle of clothing and then felt the denim of his jeans against her thighs.

  He bent forward sliding his free hand between her body and the smooth surface of the desk. He found her breast and gave it a hard squeeze before zeroing in on her nipple. That he pulled at roughly. She couldn’t squirm away, his body held her in place. “You are so beautiful. Your breasts, your hips – God, I love your hips, they cradle me perfectly.”

  To emphasize his point, he rubbed his cock against the crack of her ass. He was so hard the pressure hurt her.

  “And that pussy, I’m betting that pussy is so tight and sweet I come with one thrust.” He rubbed himself against her, pulling and pinching her nipple until she was pushing back against him.

  “I’m just going to have to show you how much I want you.” Straightening abruptly, he started to spank her again. He didn’t quit until her cheeks were burning. When he let go of her wrists to pull her legs apart, she was so caught up in the sensations, she forgot she could finally move them.

  “This is how much I want you,” he growled as he took his thumbs and pulled her pussy lips to the side. “This is how fucking much.”

  When he plunged inside her, his whole body shuddered. Her pussy was still cold from the ice cube. “Damn. Damn. Damn.”

  That single thrust had seated him completely inside. If he hadn’t prepared her, hadn’t gotten her so damned aroused with the spankings, his invasion would have hurt. As it was, her walls were still stretched. The slight pain adding to the pleasure.

  “Hold on baby, hold on. I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” he grunted as he pulled back out. His fingers made imprints in her ass cheeks as he pounded inside her. She felt the pressure building, nothing like when she had come on his tongue. She didn’t think she had ever felt this way. It was too much, too, too much.

  “Gideon.” She tried to push herself up with her hands. She had to make him stop.

  He was oblivious to her. Her movements only made him squeeze her ass tighter, forcing her hips down to the table and holding them there.