11. Daphne
He pulls his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth. His lips wrap around them as he licks them clean. “Now, that is the sweetest pie I’ve ever tasted.”
I still can’t comprehend what just happened. My legs shake as he puts my bottoms back in place.
He’s still in a white Oxford and gray dress pants, a distinct outline of his manhood running down his thigh.
Holy shit, that’s a python.
He must notice my eyes bulging as he reaches down, adjusting himself with a smirk. “You see what you do to me? Now you know what I”m dealing with every time I’m around you.” He reaches his hand out, pressing his thumb over my clit. “I could watch you come all day.” He pulls my bottoms to the side again, looking down at me. “Anyone ever told you that you have a pretty pussy?” I shake my head. “Mmm, seriously, just looking at you makes my mouth water. Can’t wait to see my cock stuffed in you.”
Releasing my swimsuit, he runs his hands over his mouth. I’ve never seen a man look at me the way he is; it’s carnal. He makes zero pretense about what’s on his mind and as brash as it is, it’s also exciting and refreshing.
“I need to go for a swim.” He stands suddenly, walking back inside, only to reemerge a few moments later in swim trunks.
Don’t stare. Act calm, nonchalant… play hard to get.
It’s no use, even hiding behind my sunglasses I can’t hide the fact that I’m staring. This man’s body commands attention. My legs are practically falling back open for him, begging for a repeat. Dark hair peppers his chest, arms, and legs. His thighs are defined, his abs and pecs distinctly outlined. He tosses his sunglasses on the chair next to me, walking to the edge and gracefully diving off to the water down below. I sit up, peering over the edge as he swims effortlessly away from the boat. I watch his arms and pecs flex as he lifts himself out of the water in one swift move. He disappears inside the yacht, finally emerging from a set of stairs as he walks back toward me.
He leans over me, water from his hair dripping onto me as he snakes his hand behind my neck and roughly pulls me toward him. His lips are on mine, kissing me. His tongue roughly demands entrance.
“Fuck swimming. Inside now. I need more.”
I don’t get the chance to respond before he’s pulling me to my feet and pushing me inside. He grabs my arm, pulling me behind him as he leads us down a flight of stairs toward an empty room. He pushes me against the door, both of his hands tangling in my hair as he kisses me hard and fast like he can’t get enough.
He spins me around, pushing me back on the bed and dropping to his knees in front of me. “Off,” he commands, tugging on my bottoms. He grabs my ankles, placing them over his shoulders as he grabs my waist and tugs me forward till his mouth is on me.
“Oh God.” My hand tangles in his hair, my other holding myself up as he wastes no time tasting me. He swirls his tongue, sliding it deep inside me. My toes curl. I’ve never had anyone fuck me with their tongue the way he is right now.
He teases me with his thumb on my clit, his tongue continuing to explore me as he brings me to the edge again and again.
“Please,” I beg, panting.
“I want you dripping before you come on my tongue.” He looks up at me, kissing me with long slow kisses as his fingers pump in and out of me. “I could taste you for hours. So sweet,” he moans before leaning in to drag his tongue over me again.
My eyes grow heavy as I feel the tingles start to move from my toes, taking over my body as I finally explode. The vibration of his moans against my clit gives me an aftershock as he licks me clean, his whiskers glistening with my release when he pulls back.
He stands, pulling me to my feet and spinning me around so that my back is to him. He wraps my bottoms around my wrist tightly before turning me back toward him. “On your knees.” He grunts as he tugs the front of his swim trunks down, his cock springing free right in my face. He grabs his shaft, pumping his fist over his length.
His hand slams against the wall overhead as he levels himself at my lips. “Open your mouth.” I obey and he places the tip at my lips before slowly sliding himself in a few inches, then back out. “Relax your jaw, let me in.” He pushes further to the back of my throat, my eyes watering and a gagging sound echoing through the room. He does it again and I pull back.
“Hey.” He reaches his hand down beneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Relax your throat and jaw, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to take it. You understand?”
I nod.
“Good, now breathe through your nose because I’m not going to go easy on you and when I shoot my load down your throat, you’re going to swallow every last drop of me.” He runs his finger along my jaw as he slides himself into my mouth deeper. “Juuust like that.” He watches me as he pulls out, then slides himself back in. “Fuuuuuck.”
I’ve never been spoken to like this before. I’ve never had a man tell me he’s going to fuck my mouth either. It’s scary but exciting. A tingle starts to build in my lower belly as I relax. This time he doesn’t stop. He grips my hair tightly with one hand, the other bracing himself on the wall behind me as he thrusts his hips. His pace grows faster, his cock going deeper. I have to remind myself to breathe, not to panic.
“Oh yes, Miss Flowers, you suck cock just as good as I thought you would.” He looks down at me, his eyes dark, his chest heaving. “You’re such a filthy little slut on your knees for me, letting me use you. Letting me fuck your face like you’re nothing but a little toy for me.”
I can feel his rhythm growing frantic, his grip on my hair growing tighter, my scalp burning from the pain as he grunts one last time, stilling his movements as he comes in my mouth. I obey, swallowing him as he looks down at me, his breath coming out in jagged puffs.
“I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you.” He says it almost to himself, like he didn’t mean to say it aloud. He tucks himself back into his shorts, reaching down to run his thumb gently over my chin before helping me back up to my feet and releasing my arms.
“Why don’t you go clean yourself up and get ready for dinner. We’ll be eating ashore tonight, with my family.”
He walks out of the room, leaving me standing there in nothing but my top. I slip my bottoms back on, making my way to my room to shower and get ready for dinner.
I slip on the white linen dress I bought when I was with Xana. It makes my freshly bronzed skin look even more sun-kissed. I lather on a generous amount of coconut lotion that has a shimmer to it. I let my hair air dry, the salty ocean breeze giving it a natural wave with ample body. My makeup is simple—just blush, mascara, and gloss. I step into my sandals, giving myself one last look before heading upstairs to the deck where Weston is already waiting.
His white linen shirt blows in the wind, his khakis slightly rolled at the ankles.
“I like your deck shoes.” I smile, looking down at his navy Sperrys.
“Notice I’m on a boat when I’m wearing them,” he says with smirk before ushering me toward the smaller boat waiting to take us to shore. He places his hand at the small of my back, holding my hand as he helps me into the boat. I expect him to drop my hand but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls me to sit next to him, interlacing his fingers with mine as we head toward the shore. When we dock, he holds my hand still, helping me out of the boat but the moment I”m steady, he drops my hand as we make our way to the restaurant at the resort.
“How was the pool?” I ask Daisy as we walk hand in hand through the resort. I’m trying not to gawk but this place is unreal.
“Fun! I played with Mason and Devon,” she says, referring to the Tallman’s grandchildren. I recognize their names as students at Crestwood but they’re not in my class.
“That does sound fun. Did you get to play on the beach too?”
“Yeah, we built sandcastles but they kept falling over.”
“Good evening, Vaughn family, always a pleasure.” The host smiles widely, gesturing with his arm as we follow him to a table with a spectacular view of the bright-blue Bahamian waters.
“Weston,” Alec says after ordering a double scotch on the rocks, “when we were speaking with the Tallmans today, Cedric mentioned that his daughter Natalie is the head of acquisitions over at Nile Logistics.”
My ears perk up at the mention of the name Natalie… the same Natalie from the tabloids? I try to keep my focus on Daisy as she tells me a story.
“Yes, I’m aware, considering I’m in the midst of talks with them.”
“Well, I just thought it was interesting since you’ve known her half your life. Maybe it could give you a leg up on the deal. Do you two still keep in touch?”
Weston ignores his father’s comments, placing his own scotch order with the waiter before turning to me. “Miss Flowers?”
“Oh, um, just water, please. Thank you.”
“Lemonade, please,” Daisy says politely to the waiter.
“Yes, Weston, she was best friends with Mirabelle after all,” his mother adds.
I see him physically tense at the mention of his late wife. “They were not best friends. She was merely a friend.”
“Who introduced you two,” his mother continues.
The tension grows and I suddenly feel awkward. I try to piece things together in my mind: she has two sons; they go to school at Crestwood, and she is apparently a longtime friend of Weston and a business acquaintance. It all seems so aboveboard and perfectly acceptable so I’m unsure why it seems to have struck such a nerve with him. My stomach flips a little as a lingering question pops into my head about if he’s telling the full truth regarding the extent of their relationship.
Before, I told myself it was none of my business and it wasn’t… but now, if there is something more between them, I don’t want to be the reason it falls apart and I certainly don’t want to be the other woman.
“So, Daphne”—Regina turns to me as I pick up my glass of water—“what did you get up to today?”
I attempt to swallow but choke. “Excuse me,” I say through coughs as my eyes fill with tears. “Sorry,” I say, finally regaining my composure. “I just relaxed, laid out for a bit.” I swear I see his mother’s eyes shift slightly toward Weston but maybe I’m just reading into it considering what I actually did today with her son. I feel my face growing red at the thought and I almost jump when I feel the soft touch of Weston’s hand on my knee beneath the table.
“And what about you, son?”
Weston sips his scotch, squeezing my knee softly. “Relaxed, worked, swam. Didn’t realize I would need to give an account for my day while on vacation.”
His mother scowls. “Did you eat today, son? I know how you get preoccupied with work on these trips when you’re supposed to be relaxing.”
Weston’s hand drifts further up my thigh, his fingertips finding the slit in my dress and now burning a path on my skin. “I did, but not nearly enough,” he says, glancing over at me with a devilish smirk.
Oh my God, I’m going to melt into a puddle right now.
I reach for my ice water again, taking several large gulps, but it does little to squelch the fire starting to burn inside me. I cross my legs, trapping his hand between my thighs so he can’t go up any further.
His parents turn their attention back to Daisy as she tells them a funny story.
“You getting shy on me now?” Weston says in a low voice as he leans in. “Uncross your legs.”
I smile, pretending to listen to Daisy’s story and ignoring his command. A second later he’s gripping my thigh so tight I have to stop myself from yelping.
“I don’t ask, Daphne. I command and you obey.”
I turn halfway to face him, lifting my glass as if it will block my mouth. “I will yell and cause a scene,” I say through gritted teeth, making him chuckle.
He leans in closer this time, pushing his fingers up further, even with my thighs trying to stop him. His thumb reaches my panties, pressing against my clit as he growls in my ear. “I like when you’re defiant; it’s a turn-on for me but don’t think it will stop me. You might cause a scene, sweetheart, but the second I get you alone, you’ll also crawl and beg.”
* * *
I siton one of the decks with Weston’s parents as he puts Daisy to bed. I offered to do it, but he insisted, his threat from dinner lingering.
“So, are you from Chicago originally?” Alec asks as I sip a small glass of Prosecco, the warm night breeze on my face.
“I am, born and raised.”
“Are your parents still in the city?”
“No, my mother passed away and?—”
“Oh, that’s tragic. I’m so sorry,” she interrupts.
I smile awkwardly because I never know what to say when I tell people that and they respond like that. “Thanks, and my dad lives in Florida now.”
“Ah,” Alec says, nodding his head, “the retirement life.”
I look at Alec’s profile. Strangely, Weston looks nothing like his father who is shorter and squat, his barrel chest and broad shoulders making him appear larger than he is. Weston is tall and lean like his mom and has her eyes but not her blond hair, which if I had to guess is probably from a salon anyway.
I don’t have to turn around to know that Weston has joined us; I can hear the ice in his glass as he steps over the threshold behind me.
“Are you married, kid?”
“Jesus, Dad,” he says.
“Uh, no, I’m not.”
“Why not? A beautiful young woman like you should have a husband and kids by now. How old are you?” Weston lets out an exasperated sigh, but I don’t take his father’s comments personally. I know it’s an old-school way of thinking.
“I’m twenty-seven. I was engaged previously but unfortunately, he passed away before the wedding so obviously, we couldn’t get married.” I say it with a weird smile—I can feel it on my face—but it’s because it’s such a depressing answer. I guess I could have just said because I haven’t met the one yet, but I like people knowing about Carson. It might make them uncomfortable but it’s not a part of my past I’m ashamed of or will hide.
“You poor thing.” His mother clutches her chest. “You’ve dealt with so much loss.”
I see Weston out of the corner of my eye staring out over the water. I know he understands the feeling of loss. I want to reach my hand out and grab his, but I don’t.
“Well, I think I’m going to retire early tonight. Been a long day. I’ve appreciated the conversation and company. Have a good night.”
“Good night,” his parents say in unison, but Weston doesn’t say a word.
I walk inside, heading downstairs and through the hallway. I wash my face, applying a heavy layer of moisturizer, and brush my teeth. I remove my dress and root through my luggage, trying to find my pajamas, but I don’t see them.
“Shit, are you serious?” I pull everything out, going through it again, but I still can’t find them. I refold my clothes, placing them in the chest of drawers, and open the armoire to hang up my dress. There’s a single white Oxford hanging in it. I run my hand over it, glancing over my shoulder as if anyone would be in my room with me.
I reach up and slide the shirt off the hanger, slipping it up my arms. I’m almost finished buttoning it when a voice from behind startles me.
“What are you doing?”
My head snaps up. “I forgot my pajamas,” I blurt out as I turn around to see Weston standing in my doorway, one shoulder leaning against it. He’s changed into his pajamas, a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt. “I’m sorry.”
His eyes scan me, then he presses off the doorframe to walk toward me. He hooks his finger beneath my chin, his expression almost cold. “Take it off.”
“Sorry,” I say again as I begin to fumble with the buttons. I realize it must seem weird to see me wearing his shirt, even after this afternoon.
Maybe this was his wife’s favorite shirt of his or something.
When I reach the last button, he spins me around to face away from him before pulling the shirt slowly down my arms and tossing it onto the bed. I’m left standing in just my underwear. I cross my arms over my naked chest. He drags the back of his fingers down my spine slowly until he reaches the top of my ass.
“Guess I was wrong,” he mutters, hooking his finger in the waistband of my panties. “I didn’t peg you as a thong girl.” I don’t respond and he removes his hand quickly. I hear a slight rustling and feel his arm gently graze my back. I look over my shoulder at him and see him pulling his shirt over his head.
“Arms up,” he says and I obey, lifting my arms up as he pulls his t-shirt down over my arms and head. “That will be way more comfortable.” He pulls my hair to the side, planting a featherlight kiss against my neck.
The shirt is warm and it smells like him. It hangs down to right above my mid-thigh. “Thank you.”
“Are you okay?” he murmurs against my skin.
I turn back to face him. “Yes.” I know I risk ruining the moment but I have to ask him again. “Is there anything going on between you and Natalie because I don’t want to be the cau?—”
“No,” he says firmly. “I have no feelings for her, never have. We are not a couple nor together.” His eyes search mine, probably trying to gauge if I believe him.
I change the subject. “Is this the part when you apologize for being too rough earlier and telling me you crossed a line you shouldn’t have because you feel pity for me now that you know about my fiancé?”
“No,” he says quickly, reaching up to brush my hair over my shoulder. “Not unless you want me to lie to you?” I shake my head no. “Good, because I’m not sorry. I know I was rough but you enjoyed it. I probably should have asked if it was okay to speak to you in that manner, but I could see it in your eyes—you liked being at my mercy, didn’t you?” His eyes dart back and forth like he’s trying to read my mind.
“Yes.”
“Good, because all I’ve thought about tonight is how fucking sexy it was to know you were sitting there beside me so politely with a belly full of my cum.” He leans in, his hand coming to rest against the side of my neck as his long fingers wrap delicately around it. “The only thing that would have made it better was if your pussy was dripping with me too.”
My knees wobble and I’m half tempted to beg him to take me right now. I want him to. I want to be completely at his mercy with every inch of my body, but he steps back.
“Good night, Miss Flowers.”
“Hey,” I say before I can stop myself. He stops in my doorway and turns around. “Why did you put me in a room at the other end of the boat from everyone else?”
He smiles for a second, but then it vanishes. It’s almost devious the way he looks me up and down like he’s ready to pounce. My stomach drops as his eyes grow dark.
“So that I can fuck you for as long and hard as I want and nobody can hear you scream.”