34. Rosie
34
ROSIE
“ J ust so you know, these are mine,” Daniel says, waving my underwear in his hand.
“What, no, I need them,” I say as I try to grab them from him.
He shakes his head. “No, you don’t. You’re all nice and clean now. I want to be able to have access to your pussy any time I want tonight.” Huh? He must see the confusion on my face because he slides the underwear behind his back while his other hand cups my face. “You’re mine, Rosie, to do whatever I want to, tonight, do you hear me?” he commands, and my nipples pebble as his voice deepens and sends shock waves of heat over my skin. I swallow as I look at him. “If I want to finger you under the table, I will. If I want to grab you and pull you into the bathroom and fuck you against the basin, I will. Do you understand me?” I think I am out of my depth. “I need you to nod or answer me, Rosie,” he demands.
“Yes,” my voice is breathless, I’m weak against his demands.
“And tonight, I want you in my bed so that if I feel like fucking you in the middle of the night I will.” I nod in understanding. How can I say no to this man?
“You have driven me mad, Rose. As soon as I sink into you, it’s like you’ve turned on a switch inside me that just wants to spend every waking moment fucking you, tasting you. I’m hooked,” he declares before kissing me passionately. “If my dick could stay inside you forever, I would be a happy man.” Oh wow. “Too much?” I shake my head because all I want to do is spend the rest of the night nestled on his dick. The way it stretches me, fills me, it feels perfect.
“I feel the same,” I whisper.
“Good.” Daniel smiles cockily. “I want to be the person who shows you the world.”
“Even the kinky one.”
“Especially that,” he says, grabbing my face and kissing me gently. “Fuck, Rose, you have no idea.”
I bite my bottom lip because the thought that Daniel might show me a new sexual world is hot. “I want you to show me, all of it. Teach me,” I declare to him, letting the last bit of my inhibitions drop between us. I trust him, and I know that whatever is happening between us has a time limit. I’m going to enjoy what’s happening for as long as possible, but I must make sure to protect my heart in the process. He leans down and kisses me again.
“Done. We’re going to have so much fun together.” He grins as he holds out his hand for me to take as we start silently walking back in the darkness toward the party. We kiss one last time before we must return to reality. “Now, go have fun, I’ll see you later tonight.”
I grin as we walk off in two different directions and my stomach sinks seeing him disappear. The shine of hiding in the dark is starting to wear off. I want to be able to take his hand while we talk or let him kiss me without fear of someone seeing it. Ivy didn’t seem mad over her sister’s suggestion of having fun with Daniel tonight, and Lauren pushed the subject, too. Maybe in theory, they would like it, but in reality, they may not think I’m good enough for their friend, they all seem to love him. Like you do. What no. Love? Lust. Yes. A crush even. But love, no, that isn’t in the cards for us. I walk back into the room and head straight for the bar and order myself a champagne. When I turn around, I see Daniel walk in from the other side of the room and join a conversation with his friends.
“There you are, you disappeared for a bit,” Josh, the guy I was speaking to earlier, says, greeting me.
“Sorry, had an emergency work call. International clients who didn’t realize the time difference,” I answer.
He gives me a wide smile, he’s good-looking, tall, blond, with chestnut eyes. He works at Alex’s company, he’s funny, smart, easy to talk to, and around my age. But he’s not Daniel. Especially not after what happened in the garden.
“Totally understand, a certain level of clients demand twenty-four-hour access.” He grins. That is true. “Would you like another drink?” he asks, looking at the empty champagne glass in my hand.
“Oh, yes, thanks,” I say, placing the empty glass on the bar.
“Are you enjoying your night?” he asks as we wait for our drinks.
“Ivy always knows how to throw a party and her home is stunning. It’s goals,” I say.
“You would like to have a home in the country?” he asks, handing me my glass of champagne. He holds up his, and we clink glasses together in cheers.
“Yes, somewhere you can escape from the city. I’m a country girl at heart, and as much as I love London, it’s nice to get out of it every now and again,” I answer, giving him a smile.
“I bet you get to see some amazing properties in the country. Sort of like a try-before-you-buy kind of thing. You can visit all the different places your clients have in the country and see what fits when one day it’s your turn,” Josh says.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that, but you’re right.” I smile widely.
My phone buzzes in my clutch. “Oh, I’m sorry. Can you give me a moment?” I say, pulling out my phone.
Daniel: Maybe I didn’t fuck you hard enough if you seem to still have the energy to flirt with that boy.
My heart thunders in my chest and my cheeks redden as I look up and around the party to see where he is. That’s when I discover him standing in a corner with his friends, glaring at me.
Rosie: I’m not flirting.
Daniel: Your smile says otherwise.
Rosie: You’re being silly. Jealous?
Daniel: Extremely.
“I’m sorry, work,” I say, turning the phone upside down in my hand and ignoring Daniel because now is not the time.
“That’s okay, I get it. Work sometimes doesn’t stop. Do you like working for Ivy?” he asks.
“Yes. Ivy is an amazing mentor. I don’t think I would be as good of an interior designer as I am if I hadn’t started working with her. She’s a great boss, too. Alex is yours, isn’t he?”
Josh nods. “Yeah, I got an internship with his company last year of university, and working with his team has been a steep learning curve but rewarding.” He grins. If I hadn’t met Daniel, Josh would one hundred percent be my type. I can feel eyes on me as I talk to Josh. I turn to where Daniel is standing and he doesn’t look happy, but I ignore him because he said tonight we will catch up again in his bed.
“That client seems very demanding.” Josh chuckles.
“You have no idea. Did you come here with anyone else from the office?” I ask.
“Yeah, there’s a couple of people here, what about you?”
“There are a couple of us from the office here, too, but I don’t know where they’ve ended up.”
“I can help you look for them if you like?”
“No, it’s okay, I’m fine here,” I say, waving off his request.
Josh’s smile widens. “Would it be forward of me to ask if you’re single? Ivy and the girls mentioned you were.”
Oh.
How am I supposed to answer that? “It’s complicated,” I tell him.
Josh looks slightly defeated. “Totally understand. Maybe if things uncomplicate themselves, we could catch up for coffee in London.”
Oh.
Wasn’t expecting that.
“Maybe I can follow you or something?” he asks. At least he didn’t ask me for my number so that should be fine.
I pull out my phone, as does he, and I show him my social handle. He nods and starts typing it in and a notification pops up on my phone from a new follower, then another notification comes through flashing on my screen.
Daniel: Did you just get that boy’s number?
Rosie: No.
Daniel: Dump the boy. Meet me in the glasshouse in five, we need to talk.
When I look up, Daniel is no longer with his friends. My stomach sinks, what have I done?
“Sorry, my friend just messaged me, they need me for a moment,” I tell Josh.
“All good, stay in touch, yeah?” he says hopefully.
“Sure.” Giving him a small wave, I make my way back through the party and out to the glasshouse on the other side of the garden.
When I make it to the gorgeous glass structure that’s been turned from something for plants into a secret hideaway, he isn’t there. I look around the room, but I don’t see him, it’s dark except for the light glowing in from the party. I stare down at my phone to see what the time is, and the next thing I know, a hand wraps around my mouth and muffles my scream as a hard body presses against me.
“You’re driving me crazy, Rosie.” Daniel’s warm breath brushes against my ear. “Watching you chatting with that boy, moments after I was inside you. Laughing and smiling at him. I saw the way he looked at you with fucking hungry eyes, devouring every inch of your fucking body as if you could be his.” My heart thunders against my chest as panic and something akin to heat pools between my legs. “You’re mine, Rosie. I thought I made that fucking clear in the garden, did I not? I’m not sharing you. Do you understand? This pussy …” he says as a hand snakes around, slides up my slit, and disappears between my thighs. “Open up those fucking legs, I need you to understand.” I shuffle my feet apart, and his fingers find me wet and wanting and slide inside easily. “Fuck, Rose, you’re drenched. Is this turning you on, me restraining you like this?” I nod as his fingers pump inside me, the sound of my slickness echoing in the room, and it is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m guessing I didn’t make myself clear earlier …” His thumb finds my clit, making my knees want to buckle. “… I want you, Rosie. Only you,” he growls, “I’m not sharing you with another. Do you hear me?” he commands. I nod and mumble against his hand. “Good girl, because I’m not through with you, Rosie Hunt, not by a long shot. You understand what I’m saying?” I swallow hard, hearing his demanding words, no one has ever spoken to me like that. “You want to be my little fuck toy, Rose? Where you spend your nights on your knees or sitting on my face?”
My eyes close as his fingers continue to thrust inside me, the tension tightening in my stomach. How is this man able to bring me to orgasm again? Never, not even with my own toy have I been able to come so much.
“I can’t get enough of you. I’m obsessed, Rose.” I think I am becoming that way, too, especially if it means orgasm after orgasm. Then his hand falls from inside me and the sound of his zipper bounces around us, but I’m lost in the darkness, lost in the warmth of his breath against my skin, against the hand over my lips. Every fiber of my body is on high alert, sparking with desire, ready to be ignited at any moment. No, when Daniel commands it, I’m on the edge and only he can take me over. He then pushes my legs apart and I’m so lost in every minute detail that I’m shocked by his sudden thrust into me, filling, stretching. His bare velvety skin against my inner walls has me moaning. “Such a good girl, take me, all of me, and only me,” he commands as he continues to thrust. His hand tightens around my mouth, and it feels so wrong, yet so fucking hot. Fingers dig into my hip as he takes what he wants, what he demands as if I am his to do with as he pleases. Yes. As if something inside of me breaks free from its cage, a wave of power slides over me, that a man like Daniel is losing his mind over someone like me. That I have the power to bring a man like Daniel DuPont to his knees. That if I say to him, I want him to get on his knees and eat me, he would, gladly. I’ve never felt so confident regarding sex before. And the next thing I know, I am meeting him thrust for thrust. “There she is, my Rose is blooming right before my eyes. I knew it was inside of you, secretly hidden away. Take it, all of it, use me, I’m yours.” He moans as I take what I want which is him. My hand slides between my thighs as I start playing with myself. We lose ourselves in the rhythm until we are nothing but white-hot intense pleasure exploding against one another. I swear I see stars, unicorns, Thor, everything as he pushes me over the edge. Nothing but the sound of our panting breaths is around us. Daniel lets his hand over my mouth slide to my hip as he holds himself in me. His teeth sink into my shoulder and the pain sends tiny shock waves over my skin, making us both groan again. “I meant what I said, Rosie, I won’t share, and that means giving your details to another man,” he declares as his lips kiss up my neck. “I think we need to talk,” he says, and it feels like a bucket of ice water has been thrown over the flames, as he pulls himself from me, but before I have a chance to shriek about what I can feel sliding down my thigh, he picks me up, lays me on the sofa, and his face is between my thighs.
“Daniel,” I squeal as I feel his tongue sliding up my thigh, then between my cheeks and through my folds. He places his hand on my stomach and ignores me as he continues to clean me up. How the hell is this man turning me on, again, making my back arch as he sucks on my oversensitive clit. “Fuck,” I moan as my fingers find his hair and tangle in them. He continues until he has me wiggling underneath him again until he pushes me over the edge.
He removes himself from between my legs with a satisfied grin, he wipes his mouth against his tuxedo jacket and positions himself on the sofa as if he didn’t just devour me. “Let’s talk,” he says. Sitting up and pulling myself together, I shake my head trying to get my bearings again. “I’m going to be honest now, Rosie. I won’t shy away from that truth anymore. We’ve been messing around for months now, and I want to continue to fuck you. Every single night. At the end of a long day, I want to come home and see your face and slide my cock into your mouth or put my lips on your cunt and then take you up to my bath and let the bubbles engulf us. I want you to pad around my home wearing one of my shirts. I like you falling asleep on the sofa during the football in my arms. I also want you to be my plus one for events. I want to bring you to couple’s dinner every week with my friends, and I want us to go on double dates with Emily and Louis. I want you in my world not as a secret but as my partner.”
Oh.
“I want us to have a label, I want to be your boyfriend,” he declares.
Well damn.
“You don’t have to answer me tonight, but I want you to think about if you would be okay building a future with me.” This wasn’t at all what I thought he was going to ask. I’m shocked. “You have given me hope that my heart isn’t dead, Rosie,” he says, reaching out and cupping my face. He doesn’t know that there isn’t any hope for us because I’m leaving. “I won’t push for an answer, but I’ll wait for however long you need.” My heart is doing somersaults in my chest, no one has ever declared their feelings for me like this before, and honestly, I want to say fuck it but … I can’t because, in the end, we are just going to break up because I am moving halfway across the world. Daniel then gives me a wide smile. “Now you, Rose, have well and truly fucked me. Never in my life have I had so much sex at a friend’s birthday party.” He grins. “Come on, let’s pretend I haven’t fucked you sideways all night.”