Chapter 19

Clawed nails pulling tighter on her knees, Daisy couldn’t stop crying. Huddled in the dark corner of her bedroom—which would not stop whirling—she was wracked with guilt. Stomach in an ever-tighter knot, she struggled to breathe, and as she rocked back and forth, damp, chilly hair dragged along her bare spine. Every slight slide of the carpet beneath her battered rear sent jolts through her—matching the ones far deeper.

In the shower, over and over, she’d scrubbed, plus reached as far inside as she dared. Yet, as she sat there, more warmth dribbled free, and each tickling rivulet sent her wailing into her squeezing arms.

“Why?” she whispered, then sniffled. “Dan, why? Miss y-you, God, so much. I didn’t mean it, dear. Really, I just...”

With a cry from deep in her core, she snapped her head upward. Amid the slapping of her wet tresses, it thudded against the wall, and as she gazed into the dimness, the room’s swirling intensified.

“So lonely! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A giggle flew from her. “Oh, shit, I’m going crazy.”

Because yeah, she’d fucked at last. Or rather, been fucked.

Dinner at Caleb’s was a blur.

One second, they were sitting at an elegant dining table. Candle-lit. Wine. More wine. A strong sherry while standing at a burled wood and glass sidebar. Although he said the excellent meal had been cooked by him, the twinkle in those gray eyes said he was lying.

The next second, her dress was a pile on the floor of a vast bedroom. Between his rough hands and hers, the bra and panties soon followed. Then she was naked in his muscular arms, tumbling onto her stomach on a thick cool comforter. Blinding white, it was seared into her memory, and teeth biting into it, she’d raised her hips ... for him.

Oh, and had he ever taken her. Those powerful hands had gripped her tight. So full, so quick, his enormous cock was so deep inside her, because...

“So wet,” she murmured into the blackness before dropping her head to her arms and sobbing again.

Thus, no, it wasn’t just him fucking her. Nope, her rear had shoved backward to meet every rapid, forceful thrust, and, nails clawing at the thick covers, she’d cried out ... over and over. The world became nothing but her screams, smearing colors, and his solid pelvis slapping against her upturned rear.

“F-Fuck,” she whispered, unleashing another weird giggle. “God, I’m so sorry, Dan. I tried ... Tried not to go. All day, I struggled. Was gonna call him back to cancel, I swear.”

After a gulp that angered her sore throat—she’d sucked him hard before riding him. With a hitching wail, she clutched at her shaking knees and cursed. Herself. The universe. And Caleb.

“I looked for you,” she whispered before raising her head to scan the cold, dark, empty apartment. “I did, honey. Even as he let me ride him, I searched, but”—her breathing hitched as she swallowed another sob—”you weren’t there. I was all alone. And fuck, it was amazing. I’m sorry, but it was. God, I hate myself, Dan. I really do.”

At last, after shoving the hair from her face, she rolled to all fours and crawled to the bed. With a groan, she flopped onto her back and tugged the sheets over her trembling frame. For the longest time, she gazed at the blurry ceiling fan, but, numb, she couldn’t feel its breeze, nor the sheets, nor anything but the finally-quieter aftershocks wriggling through her core.

“M-Miss you, my love.” She swept a matted curl from her cheek and sighed. “So much.”

Even more so once the final memories returned. After raking fingers through her hair, she had left the bed under Caleb’s appraising gaze. But he’d been quiet and motionless as she’d slid back into her undies and shimmied into the tiny red dress.

Well, that wasn’t true. There was the languid, rhythmic motion of his hand sliding along his length. It was still shiny with her spit. Because, yes, she’d sucked that magnificent cock empty once more. Hadn’t wanted to leave him the same way as the first night.

Not sure what the future held, she slipped into her pumps and tried to slow her heartbeat. Clearly, he wasn’t stopping her from leaving. Didn’t he wish for her to stay? What were his desires for her? Besides, what else did she expect from Caleb? His thick jizz warmed her belly and soaked her panties. But would there be more between them?