I took my time washing and drying the dishes. There was a dishwasher right next to the sink, but I ignored it, cleaning by hand to delay the inevitable. When I finished with that, I took off my slippers and unwrapped my foot. It had stopped bleeding, but it still twinged when I walked on it. Washing the wound, I gripped the counter and took a deep breath.
What could I do to get Mr. Langston to wait just one more night?
“Daisy,” Mr. Langston said in a loud and calm voice. “Now that you've finished unnecessarily hand washing the plates, please come back.”
I took a deep breath. It was time. Nodding my head, I prepared myself and walked slowly back into the kitchen. He'd pushed his chair back and crossed his legs as he casually sipped wine. Despite my misgivings, he looked sexy as well with his shirt unbuttoned at the throat and his sleeves rolled up. Those blue eyes pierced me, but I could still hear Suzie's words echoing in my head.
I'd be little more than a shell if I let him get to me.
“Foot's better, I see,” he noted. “Up on the table.”
Surprised, I frowned. “I'm sorry. What?”
“Stand on the table. Don't worry. It'll hold your weight. You'll find that all the furniture in my home is constructed to be unusually strong.”
“Why?” I stammered.
“I like to know that they'll hold the weight of two,” he replied with a sly smile. “Now up on the table. Stand please.”
Flushing, I slowly climbed up on the chair and stood on the table. Under his heated gaze, I knew he was about to put me on display.
“Very good,” he murmured. “You're aware that I'm paying for you. As a matter of fact, I'm paying a good deal more than ten grand. I think it's time that you showed me exactly what I've bought.”
“Rented,” I said quickly. “Technically, you're renting me.”
His expression froze, and I worried that I'd said something wrong. Before he could shout at me again like he did this morning, I quickly apologized.
“Undress,” he said in a steely voice. “But slowly. I want to enjoy this. I've been thinking about it all day. Imagining you naked on all the surfaces of my office. In all positions.”
My whole body burned with humiliation. We'd just had a lovely dinner, and now he was reminding me of exactly what I was.
His sex toy.
Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and slowly pulled the straps off my shoulder. My breasts held the fabric up, and I hooked my fingers to peel it down.
“Stop,” he said harshly. “Open your eyes, Daisy.”
Practically in tears, I opened my eyes. He gazed at me for a minute before shaking his head. “How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going to do anything that you don't like? You look terrified. Why?”
“I am terrified,” I whispered honestly.
“I just want to teach you, Daisy. I want you to know what it's like to feel such intense pleasure. To have a man caress and kiss you. To lick you. To feel a man's fingers inside you, stroking you. To be stretched and filled. To feel that pleasure mounting inside you until you fall apart.”
“What about the other parts of sex?” I asked nervously. “The parts that hurt.”
“If done right, pain can be pleasure. Control. Tying you up so that you're at my mercy. Marking you with my teeth. Fucking you until you're begging for a second to breathe. Leaving red marks on that delicious ass. Spanking your pussy until you're screaming for me to be inside you.”
Despite my misgivings, I felt myself growing wet at his words. His eyes darkened just a little bit. His voice dropped an octave, and I couldn't stop myself from imagining it.
“I don't know how to… pleasure you in return,” I admitted. “What if I hurt you?”
Throwing his head back, he laughed robustly. “Trust me, darling. You're not going to hurt me. In this relationship, I have the upper hand in everything.”
“What about…oral. Don't you want that from me? I've never done that. I could learn if you want.”
“You are just so sweet,” he chuckled. “I'll make sure you know how to pleasure a man before it's all said and done. Do you have any other questions?”
I had a million, but couldn't bring herself to voice them.. Instead I took a deep breath and peeled the dress down my chest and over my hips. It pooled to the table, and I stepped out it. The dress had cups built in, leaving my breasts completely exposed. As specified in the letter, I wore the black pair of panties underneath, now the only thing I wore.
No man had ever seen me this naked. I immediately wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to find some sort of comfort under Mr. Langston’s searching gaze.
“Don't hide yourself,” he demanded. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Dropping my arms, I watched as he raked his eyes up and down my nearly naked body. “You are perfect,” he said hoarsely. “Has Ralph ever seen you like this?”
“What?”
“Your damn boyfriend,” he demanded. “Has he ever seen you naked?”
“No. No one has. At least, not…since growing up.”
“Good. That's very good.” Sitting his glass of wine down, he stood. “Turn around, Daisy. Face the wall.”
I felt like my body wasn't even my own as I did as he asked. Vulnerability shot through me even more as I turned my back on him.
“Widen your legs, Daisy,” he commanded and I did. “Good. Now bend over at the waist, keep your legs straight, and slowly peel those panties down. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”
Tremors ran through my hands as I slowly pulled the underwear—my last defense—down. The cool air kissed my naked pussy, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You're already wet,” he whispered. He was so close that his breath brushed against the skin of my ass, and I whimpered. I wanted desperately to bolt off the table and cover myself, and, at the same time, I also wanted to lean back until I could feel those lips on me.
I'd never been so torn in my life.
Or so turned on.
“I'm going to touch you, Daisy,” he muttered. “I need to taste you.”
It was just a single swipe of his finger across my slit, but I cried out in a mix of fear and desire and whirled around. His eyes narrowed as he slowly stuck his finger in his mouth and tasted me. “Sit down,” he said gruffly. “And spread those legs.”
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Don't question me, Daisy, or I'll teach you right now what it feels like to get your pussy spanked,” he growled.
Immediately, I planted my ass on the table and spread my legs, everything in me screaming to hide myself down there. I’d never felt so exposed in all my life, but the idea of him spanking my pussy had me listening obediently.
“Do you masturbate, Daisy? When you're all alone in your bed? Do you touch yourself and wonder what it would be like to have a man's mouth suckling at you until you scream?”
Mutely, I shook my head. He arched an eyebrow. “Never?”
“I read some books,” I admitted shyly, licking my lips. “And I tried, but it just felt a little uncomfortable.”
Mr. Langston chuckled. “God, you are a man's wet dream.” He reached out again and slowly caressed my pussy, moving his finger inside me ever so slightly before flicking it up. I ached, but still felt like there was something missing. “Open your mouth. Taste yourself.”
Obediently, I opened my lips and moved my tongue over his finger as he slid it in. Almost on instinct, I suckled on his fingers, and he moaned just a little. “That's it, baby. Suck on that finger. You like that?”
Nodding, I released his finger. He reached out and cupped my breast. As he ran his fingers over my nipples, I squirmed. Electric pulses of pleasure shot through my body. I never knew that I was so sensitive there. “Mr. Langston,” I whispered.
“I love these. Big enough to fill a man's hands. I bet they're big enough for you to lick, too. Have you ever done that?”
When I shook my head, he smiled. “I want to taste them firs
t.” Leaning over, he flicked his tongue out ever so quickly and swiped it across. Watching him lick my nipple was so erotic it felt as if I might explode right then and there on the table.
My eyes drifted close as I leaned back on my hands and dropped my head. His tongue continued to deliciously torment me, and when he raked his teeth across me, I jerked my hips and inhaled sharply.
“I bet I could make you cum just by doing that,” he muttered darkly as he pulled away. “You're about to go off like a rocket, aren't you? And I've barely even touched you. Did you try to open your closet today?”
“It's locked,” I admitted.
“It's not for your clothes. That closet is filled with all the things that I plan to use on you. Fifty different vibrators to make you scream. Plugs to stretch you and ready yourself for my cock. Clamps. Ropes. Beads that'll make you moan. I'm going to make you feel so good, baby.”
My eyes widened. Plugs? Clamps? That sounded painful. I shook my head. “I don't think I can do all of that.”
Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside me and curled them. The jolt of pleasure was immense, and I gasped, gyrating under him. “You'll do whatever I tell you to do, Daisy. And you're going to love every fucking minute of it.”
“Mr. Langston,” I moaned.
“You're going to let me tie you down and fill all three holes. You're going to let me in that delicious ass of your while you shove a vibrator in and out of your pussy. You're going to let me lick you while you wrap those sweet lips around my cock and suck. And when I'm done with you, and I've marked every inch of this soft and satiny skin of yours, you're still going to beg for more.”
Listening to his words, I fell heavily to the table and cried out as his fingers moved faster. When his lips covered my nipple and his teeth clamped down, I had my first lesson in the fine line between pleasure and pain. The white heat ripped through me, and I lost all control. Torn between moaning in pleasure and gasping in pain, I clawed at the table as my first orgasm coursed through me.
“Good girl,” Mr. Langston whispered as he leaned over me. “Come for me.”
Ecstasy poured over me in waves, making my pussy pulse with desire. The pleasure overwhelmed me in the best possible way.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, relishing this feeling for the first time. “Mmmm, yes.”
“God, watching you cum is almost sinful,” he said, almost purring the words at me.
My orgasm crested before falling away and fading, leaving me with an ache for more that I didn’t understand. Panting, I sat up as Mr. Langston drew his hand away.
“Now go take a shower,” he said, stepping back to let me hop off the table.
Before I could even jump down, he was already walking away. “And then what?” I asked hoarsely, slightly panicked at what else he had planned. What more did he want from me tonight?
“Go to bed, Daisy. Tonight was a start, but you're not quite ready for all the things that I plan to do with you.”
“What about you?”
“Don't worry, my sweet girl. I'm not going to touch myself tonight. When I take you, I want to give it all to you.”
As he left me alone in the dining room, I reached for my dress and covered my exposed skin. Closing my legs, I tried to orient myself. What the hell had just happened? I thought I'd be hurt, or humiliated, but I was still pulsing with pleasure.
And wanted more.
Shivering, I finally slid off the table. I had no idea where Brick was, but put my dress on anyways. It didn't feel right walking around the penthouse completely naked.
Stumbling to the shower in my bedroom, I turned the hot water on and huddled underneath it. Dress and all. What Brick had done to me, the way that he'd made me feel, the kind of control that he held over my body, terrified me.
One day down. Twenty-nine to go. I had an awful feeling that Suzie was right. When this month was over, I wasn't going to recognize myself.
Chapter Ten
Brick
I was so hard that it was painful. It took every ounce of my self-control to walk away from her. The rational part of me knew that she should be eased into this, but the part of me that craved her wanted me to take her virginity right then and there on the dining room table.
Nice dinners. Lit candles. She could have done far worse. Most women lost it in the backseat of some loser’s car.
She'd gone off like a rocket, and I'd barely been playing with her for five minutes. I was used to more seasoned women, the ones who required a little more work and finesse. I knew from the moment of touching her that she was ready, but if she didn't get a handle on it, I was going to destroy her before the month was up.
Stepping into the cold shower, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could imagine her right now. Naked and wet in the shower. Lathering up. Maybe experimenting with herself. I'd planted the seeds. She'd want to see if she really could lick her nipples. She’d slowly move her fingers over her clit, delve them inside her body, see if she could make herself come as quickly as I did.
The cold shower was going to do me no good if I kept thinking about Daisy like that. God knows that spreading her legs on that table, tying her down and eating her out, was now officially on my to-do list.
When I stepped out of the shower, things were quiet on her side of the hall. Naked, I poured myself a drink from my personal bar and walked to the window. My lights were still out, and I knew that no one could see me. Briefly, I thought about calling someone. There were a number of women I used when in need of some quick relief. A few minutes of some sweet lips wrapped around my cock would do me a world of good, but for some reason, I didn't want to call anyone.
It was hardly guilt. I barely knew Daisy, and this wasn't a relationship. This was just sex. I could fuck any woman without guilt. Hell, I could fuck a woman right in front of Daisy and wouldn't feel bad about it.
But it still didn't feel….right.
Tipping the glass back, I let the expensive liquid slide down my throat and warm me. None of this was meant to be complicated. I sure as hell wasn't paying more than a quarter of a million of dollars for complicated.
Ten thousand dollars. That was all Ralph was willing to pay Daisy. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? I clenched my hand around my glass to keep from punching something. I had half a mind to have that boy thrown in jail for pimping and pay all the money to Daisy, but again, that was complicated.
Why did I even care what Ralph paid the Daisy? She was here to do a service and nothing more. If he only paid her ten grand and she didn’t ask what the total was, then that was their business. Not mine.
I poured myself another glass before putting the bottle away. I knew that alcoholism ran in my family. My lips curled at the thought of such a ridiculous concept as a hereditary disease like that, but I'd always felt the pull to drown myself in something in order to escape life. Alcohol. Drugs.
Sex.
I didn't overindulge. I liked having control in all aspect of my life, and that included my vices. That need for control was probably the only thing keeping me from turning into the shriveled angry man that my grandfather had become.
I wasn't about the relinquish any of that power to anything or anyone.
Tossing the last drink back, I sat the empty glass on the counter and dressed. It wasn't late enough to go to bed, and there wasn’t a woman to entertain me, so I might as well get some work done. There were some foreign clients that I wanted to chat with, and tonight was as good a time as any.
It was well past midnight before I finally crawled into bed. My work had done nothing to dampen my desire, and it felt like all four hours of sleep was dominated by erotic dreams of the sweet innocent woman sleeping down the hall.
***
Daisy was still in her room when I got ready to leave for work the next morning. It bothered me a little that she was hiding from me, but I wrote her instructions and went to work.
The first face that I saw after unlocking the door to my office was filled with f
ury. Julia marched to my desk and slapped her hands down. “You tell me right now what you've done, and I'll try to get ahead of the press and make sure that it's not splashed in the headlines tomorrow.”
“Good morning, Julia,” I said calmly. “I trust that you took take care of Ralph's egotistical loose lips for me?”
“I threatened to demote him to the mail room. He seemed shocked that you two weren't best friends. Said something about sharing a common interest. So help me God, if you two shared a woman…”
“Stop talking,” I said, holding up my hand and shuddering. “I could have gone my entire lifetime without that mental image in my head. You should know me well enough by now to know that I don't share my women.”
“Then what?” she snapped. “What the hell did you do?”
“I'm borrowing his girlfriend. You wanted me to discreetly take care of my pleasures, and now I have a gorgeous woman in my condo, locked safely away from the prying eyes of the press, and willing to do whatever I want.”
“Borrowing his girlfriend?” Her beautiful face turned ashen. “For a price?”
“Don't worry. It's completely under the table. I won't be claiming it when I do my taxes this year.”
“This is not happening,” she whispered. “You bought a woman. You. Who have women throwing themselves at you, purchased a hooker.”
“She's not a hooker,” I said sharply.
“So what? Is this a girlfriend experience? Brick, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong me, Julia. You need to watch yourself. In my professional life, you can spout your opinions until you're blue in the face, but my personal life is none of your business. I've arranged it so that, at least for the next month, the two won't blend together. You should be happy.” I shot her a pointed look. “And we're not going to have this conversation again.”
“The hell we aren't. Ralph might have signed a contract, but did Daisy? What happens when you’re done with that girl? You don't think she's going right to the press to try and wrangle more money out of you?”
The thought of Daisy trying to intimidate me made me chuckle. “Trust me. That is never going to happen. She is more than submissive. She'll take her money and a pat on the head and walk away like a good little girl.”
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