The Salvation of Daniel (The Blue Butterfly Book 2)

by Sidebottom, D H

  It was only when a solitary tear leaked from my best friend’s eye and trickled across her cheek that the vomit came. “I’m so sorry, Bullet,” I whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”

  “Connie!”

  “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m…”

  “Connie!”

  I jolted upright, my heart hammering in my chest, my lips tingling from the sweat dripping down my face. Placing my hands over my face I urged myself to wake.

  “You were dreaming,” Daniel said. He pushed my hair from my cheeks, concern on his face. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, unable to form words as my body trembled. Slipping from the bed I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the shower, eager to wash away the sweat, and the nightmare.

  The visions continued to assault me as I sat on the toilet, emptying my bladder but using it as support against the tremble in my legs.

  “I love you, Shadow. I’d take anything for you,” Bullet whispered as I dabbed at her wounds with the damp cloth. “I’d die for you.”

  “Connie?” Daniel’s voice snapped me out of my memories.

  “What?”

  He stared at me. “I said I’ll run you a bath instead.” My brow lifted when the turn of him displayed the tattoo adorning his right shoulder. A stunning blue butterfly seemed to ripple over the contours of his strong shoulders, its wings spread and almost flickering with each of his movements. The unique colour matched the reflection in my eyes, in Mae’s eyes. My eyes dropped to read the script below.

  Words stuck in my throat. Pain rippled through my core but a deep feeling of something softer burrowed inside, bringing a soft smile to my lips. His love for Mae astounded me. I couldn’t hold back the feeling that she had managed to procure love before she had left. Before witnessing the tattoo, I’d struggled over whether Daniel’s love had been enough for her, but now, now the pain eased it was so very obvious Daniel had loved my sister with an engulfing force. And she deserved that.

  I watched him take a complimentary sachet of bath oil and pour it under the running water. “It will help relax you.”

  “Okay. Where’s the Master and what have you done with him?”

  I blinked in surprise when he turned to me, his fingers choking my throat. Whoa! A smile turned my lips when I noticed the heave of his chest, and the strain in the shorts he had been sleeping in. “There he is,” I croaked out.

  He lifted me effortlessly, the hold on my neck secure. I could have easily taken him, but I was enjoying the darkness that had descended. He was like Jekyll and Hyde, his mood swings frequent and sharp. I liked this side of him, it was sexy, and it turned me on to see the depravation that lived inside him.

  Call me sick and twisted but after being adapted to enjoy pain, there was no greater pleasure than being fucked so hard and brutally that you could feel the flow of blood race around your body, adrenaline and lust driving your heart beat higher and higher as pleasure and pain poured into every nerve of your stimulated body.

  He glared at me, his eyes burning a hole through me. “I buried him years ago. I don’t need him to love my daughter. I don’t need him to see the rise of the fucking sun every morning. And I don’t need him to live any more. Annie is my life, not the past. The future.”

  I nodded as much as I could. “I understand.” And I did, totally. He eyed me warily when I smiled. “But maybe once in a while, when the need for a dirty fuck arises, you should let him free.”

  His chest heaved with my words, his stare growing colder. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I didn’t know whether to slap some sense into the bastard or laugh at him. “You continually push all the wrong buttons, Connie. Why? Why do you encourage me to set him free?”

  His fingers loosened on my neck. I tilted my head and considered him for a moment. “You know, I think in that head of yours, you struggle to differentiate between sentiment and need. Sex and love. Life, as you say, should be lived for those around you, to consider Annie’s place in your life and adapt to her must have taken great sacrifice, and I applaud you for that. But Annie isn’t your life, Daniel. She is your heart, your family. You need to carry on living.” I held my hand up when he opened his mouth. “And yes, you say Annie gives you life, but she can never take away your past, or who you truly are.”

  He continued to stare at me, his mouth open in shock at my words. I chuckled. “I’m not saying you should go out, kidnap a girl and torture her. But what I’m trying to say is, that it’s okay to be yourself now and again, as long as no one is hurt and all parties are on board.”

  His face softened as he considered my words. “Daniel.” He blinked at me, swallowing hard. “You will kill yourself if you lock everything down. It will suffocate you. Annie needs you happy, or she will never be.”

  His face paled slightly as he dropped his arm completely. The room seemed to sway beneath me with his next words.

  “I loved her so very much,” he whispered into the silent bathroom, his sad eyes locked onto mine. “She found me, Connie.” I gulped at the despair suddenly clogging the air around us. “She found the real me, and she dragged it out of me whether I wanted her to or not.”

  “And now you’re frightened if you push aside the real you for the Master that you’ll never be able to find him again?”

  His slow nod made me reach out and cup the side of his face. “Do you not think that Mae fell in love with both of you, the gentle and the selfish?”

  “I’m not even sure she loved me,” he confessed as he pushed his face in to my touch.

  I smiled at him. “If she told you she did, then she did. She was the most honest person I know. Mae never spoke a lie just to make someone feel good about themselves, even if it got her into trouble.”

  His smile grew into a grin. “I can vouch for that.”

  I smiled back and tilted my head to the bath. “It’s full.”

  He frowned then realised what I meant and jumped back, turning off the taps. “In.”

  I shrugged and pulled my t-shirt and knickers off, smirking to myself at his amazement. His eyes wandered hungrily as I slid down, the comforting warm water easing the tension in my muscles.

  “Oh God, that’s good.” He nodded and turned to leave. “Join me?”

  He paused before sliding his shorts down his legs. His hard cock sprung free and he laughed when I licked my lips. “Hungry?”

  “Oh, very.”

  He didn’t waste time. He climbed in, one foot either side of me as he stood above me. His lips curled when he fisted his erection and started to slowly slide his hand up and down. “Get on your knees, Connie.”

  I nearly fist pumped the air at the tell-tale sign of the Master. “You want me to suck your cock?”

  I gasped when his hand snatched my hair and he pulled me up onto my knees, the bath water sloshing over the rim with the sudden movement. “When I give you an order, you will obey it immediately. I won’t tolerate hesitancy. And you will make sure to address me as Master.”

  I nodded, “I’m sorry, Master.” God, how I loved to play.

  “Do it again and I’m not sure you will appreciate the punishment.” He quirked an eye humorously. “Although, I’m pretty sure you will.”

  I looked up at him with a small smile. His fingers spread across my jaw, prising my mouth open. His hold on my hair held me still when he slid his cock into my mouth. I couldn’t close my mouth with his stern hold and I so desperately wanted to caress his cock with my tongue, cover him in the warmth of my mouth. He smirked when saliva dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and my throat clamped down to try and catch it.

  “You will not suck on me until I tell you that you can. You need to earn the taste of me and I’m not so sure that you have.”

  I remained silent as he slipped further towards the back of my mouth, causing me to gag when he hit my tonsils. Wetness coated my mouth even more, my own spit now seeping onto my chin. He pulled out and ran the crown of his cock over my face, wiping my own fluid around.


  “You want me to fuck your dirty little mouth, Connie? Do you want me to slide my cock between the press of your lips so you can wrap that vehement tongue of yours around me?” I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on his. “Then ask me nicely.”

  He smiled when I didn’t hesitate. “Please may I suck on your cock, Master?”

  He leaned down, bringing his face to mine. His fingers dropped from my hair and wrapped around my throat. “Stand up and bend over.”

  I blinked in surprise but did as he asked, my body shivering at the lack of heat from the water. My bottom stuck up as I grabbed hold of the taps. His hands slid down my arms until he covered my hands with his. “Oooh,” I murmured when he wrapped my own knickers around my wrists and secured my hands to the taps. They would snap easily if I needed a quick release so I wasn’t concerned.

  My eyes widened when he stuffed his boxer shorts into my mouth. “I won’t tolerate the disgusting language you spill whilst I’m inside you, so this way, we can both enjoy fucking without upsetting one another.”

  I wanted to laugh but thought he wouldn’t appreciate it, so I nodded, confirming I was okay with it. I squirmed when his mouth ventured down my back, his teeth nipping at my stiches and firing arousal into me as he slid one finger inside me.

  “So wet already, swan. Your cunt drools for me, for the fill of my cock.”

  I pushed against him, curling my hips to pull his finger deeper. He stroked over my G-spot, flooding my pussy further and dragging a muffled moan from me. He withdrew and trailed my arousal up to my arse. I shivered and closed my eyes as pleasure spun into me when he worked his finger in.

  “Oh, you like to be fucked in your arse?”

  I nodded again, swallowing the eruption of saliva in my throat. My body was too sensitive as he started to fuck my backside with two fingers, spreading them wide to open me up in prep for him. Excitement caused goosebumps to erupt when I started to rock back on him.

  I groaned when his lips enclosed over my swollen clit and he sucked hard. My hips bucked, bringing his fingers deeper inside me. His tongue pleasured me as his fingers forced my lust into a new level. I was grinding against him, begging him to provide me with the oblivion of climax. He was relentless, his mouth sucking, his tongue flicking, his fingers pumping so I soon cried out against the cloth in my mouth as bliss bolted me down, the pleasure constricting every single muscle in my body.

  I giggled when he slammed his cock into my pussy, forcing me forward and prying the tap with the action. Cold water gushed from the spout as he started to ram into me harder and harder, his rhythm unforgiving and brutal. My breasts swung with the movement, the water tickling my nipples every time he forced me forwards.

  I managed to turn it back off when he pulled out of me and moved up to my anus, the tip of him easing in slowly as my muscles forbid him. I pushed back against him, opening myself for him. He groaned when he slid all the way in, his balls laid against my pussy.

  He stared to move slowly, widening me, filling me, pleasuring me as his balls tickled my engorged clit, pleasing the stimulated flesh. He pulled out his underwear from my mouth and my tongue stuck to the material, making us both chuckle.

  “I want to hear you,” he grunted as he sped up.

  I mumbled something incomprehensible but the long groan that forced its way out caused Daniel’s cock to swell inside of me.

  “Fuck!” he hissed when he pushed back in and out. I wanted to mock him, chastise him for his own use of language but I couldn’t think straight, never mind voice words.

  His fingers clawed at my hair as his other hand enclosed my neck, his hold tight and restrictive. My climax burst free instantly as the pain in my scalp poured excitement into my bloodstream and down to my pussy.

  His drives into my arse were brutal but so very good. The friction of him dragged my climax into new heights, suspending my pleasure until I thought I would pass out from ecstasy.

  “Your arse is milking me, Connie.”

  I gasped when he released my hair, grabbed my small bottle of shampoo and pushed it into my pussy. My back arched as my body cried out at the extra fill. “Oh fuck yes!” Daniel hissed as he slammed into me over and over, his hand working the bottle in and out of me simultaneously so both my arse and my pussy accommodated the stretch at the same time.

  I was struggling to breathe as my lungs tightened with the pleasure taking over everything. My body vibrated with the need for release once again. There was only ever Isaac who had given me this much pleasure. Most of my partners had been greedy in their own needs, but I knew Daniel was forcing the pleasure into me for both our sakes, not just his own.

  And that knowledge tipped me over the edge. I screamed as my body struggled to cope with the overload of chaos stimulating me.

  I turned my face to the mirror just in time to see Daniel pull out of me and pump his cum all over my back. Floods of white creamy fluid shot from him. His body tensed and his teeth clamped together as he watched himself release dominantly over me.

  His chest heaved as much as mine as we fought to breathe.

  “Holy…” I smirked as Daniel snapped his eyes to mine in the mirror waiting for the torrent of filth I was about to voice. “Oh my,” I joked, with a wide cheeky grin. “Goodness me, Master. You sure know how to make a lady feel good.”

  His lips twitched at my humour and he shook his head. He sat down in the water and reached round me to turn on the hot tap. “Sit down and let me clean you.”

  I pursed my lips at the offer but shrugged and did as he told me, squeezing my backside between his thighs. I leaned back against him and let my eyes close as he worked soap over me and gently washed me.

  I didn’t like the feeling it brought, but I sighed and shut down the emotion. Sex was sex, it didn’t involve sentiment.

  Up until now.

  SHE MURMURED HER appreciation when my fingers dug into her scalp. My eyebrow quirked when it actually sunk in that I was washing her hair for her. Annie filtered into my mind, how I would wash her hair, her mouth rampant as I massaged the cherry foam around her head.

  “You’re good at this.” Connie sighed.

  Leaning over the edge of the bath for the glass from the sink, I proceeded to rinse the suds from her, pulling her long brown hair. “You dyed your hair.”

  She chuckled and settled her back against my front, her stitches scratching my skin. “You are such a typical man.”

  “Typical? Is there any such thing?”

  She chuckled and nodded. “Oh yeah. My hair has been brown for days.”

  “Why?”

  She turned her face to look at me over her shoulder. “Because I have work to do.” She didn’t offer any further explanation and I didn’t ask for one. I would never understand women, but thinking about it, I rather liked the air of mystery around them. It had always appealed to me why they made the decisions they did. Their hearts and heads were always so conflicting, their heads usually correct most of the time, yet time after time, they chose to let their hearts rule them, even when it was blatantly obvious that they would get hurt.

  “Your relationship with your husband is somewhat… unusual.” I didn’t know why I suddenly voiced my thoughts but Connie snorted.

  “Yeah.”

  “Does he sleep with other women?”

  She peered over her shoulder and smirked. “Isaac doesn’t sleep with women, he fucks them. We only ever sleep with each other.”

  “But doesn’t that... I dunno, hurt?”

  She shook her head. “No. Fucking isn’t personal, it’s just getting pleasure from someone, using their body. The heart has nothing to do with sex. We don’t have the most conventional marriages but I know Isaac loves me and would die for me.”

  “But sometimes sex is intimate. Aren’t you concerned that he may find affection with one of his lovers?”

  “No. Isaac is… he’s very cold. You remind me of him a little. His childhood was hard, harder than mine and yours put together and to be honest, I’m not
the most romantic girl.” She chuckled. “He understands that I have needs and he sees to them, I also understand that he likes to fuck anything with tits so we just… work.”

  “Don’t you ever get jealous?”

  She tilted her head and sucked on her teeth. “Only once… oh, sorry, twice.” She stiffened and I sensed her unease.

  “What?”

  “I found him bathing someone.”

  My eyes widened and roamed over us both, sat in the warm foamy water. “Oh?”

  She hesitated. “We never do intimacy, as you call it, with others. But bathing, kissing, is considered intimate and that pushed all the wrong buttons for me when I found him with the skank.”

  “The skank?”

  She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, that’s a story for another day.” I knew she was done, and I was amazed at how much she had disclosed.

  I frowned when she took hold of my foot that was wrapped around her calf and pulled it up to her lap. Her earlier words of bathing being intimate confused me when she was completely contradicting herself with her touch but I refrained from judging her out loud. “Mmm,” I mumbled when she lathered her hands then started to wash and massage my foot, her fingers gentle but her thumbs digging into the underside, the pressure on my sole relaxing as her fingers rubbed between each toe.

  Picking up the sponge, I dipped it into the water and squeezed it over her chest, watching the rivulets stand above her skin with the oil in the water and trickle over her breasts, the journey over her dark nipples mesmerising as they pebbled with the contact.

  She continued to massage me as I bathed her in silence, both of us valuing the calm before the storm.

  She replaced my foot into the water and grabbed the other to start the same worship. My head dropped back against the rim of the bath and I sighed. “I haven’t been this relaxed in years.”