Chapter 10
10
DAISY
I open the door to find Shade out in the corridor. My eyes widen and something low in my gut feels weird. It’s not unpleasant. It’s quite the opposite and it’s something I’ve felt before.
When I was about sixteen, one of the blanks at The Heath was young and good looking, and whenever I used to see him, I’d feel hot and my stomach would do this same weird flip. He was only there for a couple of weeks though. He got the sack ... was fired for ‘gross misconduct’, which I always took to mean he’d done something very bad, but I never found out what it was.
This feels more ... intense though. I blink up at him and can’t help but remember how he pushed me down on that desk. How I was naked and he and the others were fully clothed ... how the others watched.
I try to conceal my small gasp and thankfully he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of where my thoughts are taking me.
‘We’re gonna have some dinner and watch a movie downstairs.’ His eyes move over me as I watch him. He’s looking at me differently than he has been since I got back. Like a predator. The thought has me shivering slightly under his perusal, despite being fully dressed now.
‘Do you want to join us?’
‘Me? You really want me to come ... hang out with you? Like we used to?’
His lips thin a little. ‘Yeah, Daisy, I do.’
I frown. ‘What’s changed? You hate me.’
‘Oh, Daisy,’ he says quietly. ‘I never hated you. I think I wanted to. I think I listened to all the shit my dad spouted and I forgot about ... We had fun back then, didn’t we?’
I nod, giving him a small smile. ‘Remember when we used to wait until everyone was asleep and have video game wars?’
His smile makes his eyes crinkle. ‘I’d forgotten about those. How about when we used to sneak down to the kitchens and take cookies off the cooling rack?’
I laugh a little and he looks surprised.
‘You know, I didn’t think you ever enjoyed anything. You never smiled or laughed. You barely spoke. I didn’t know why you hung out with me or followed me around.’
I shrug. ‘I had no other friends. Plus you had the videogames.’
He laughs a little, but my attempt at a joke seems to fall flat. He stays where he is for a moment before speaking again. ‘I’m sorry for how I’ve acted. For the river and the bar. For all the other things. I was an asshole. I knew it would fuck with your head, but I did it anyway.’
‘Why do you want me gone?’ I ask, tilting my head.
He sighs, rubbing a hand along his jaw. ‘This is a big year for us. I thought you might be one too many things to deal with.’
‘And now?’
‘I still think this is a big year for us, and I need you to understand that some things are going to be hard if you’re going to stay here.’
I frown at him. ‘Things are sometimes hard.’
‘Yeah, but ....’ He stops and steps back, clearly rethinking what he was about to say and bursting this weird little bubble that we’ve been in together for the past few minutes. ‘Do you want a burger?’
I nod.
‘Will you come downstairs?’
I hesitate. ‘Will there be other guys? I mean other members of the frat?’
‘No one will bother you. I promise . You remember that too, right?’
‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘You kept your promises when you actually said those words.’
He grins and starts walking down the hall.
I stare after him, my eyes taking him in in a way I haven’t before. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time since we were thirteen. I mean, I never saw him as someone I was related to. He was my friend before and has been my enemy since school started. I’m not sure why his manhandling has completely changed things between us, but it has. I liked it. I don’t know what that means, but I definitely did. The soreness from his spanking is oddly distracting. But it’s not upsetting me, it’s making the feeling headier. Increasing it. I shift on my feet. It’s as if I need something .
Confused, I watch him go down the stairs. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m the only one who’s feeling this way.
How would I know?
I have no idea.
I grab my sweatshirt and follow Shade a minute later. Downstairs is a hub of activity. For once there are no nasty comments directed at me by the pledges who are zipping around taking dinner orders and making drinks .
A cup is thrust into my hand by a junior I only know by sight, and I look down at it. Without a word, I set it down on the table and leave it in the kitchen. As if I’d let myself be burned like that again.
I hesitantly go into the living room and find a few of the guys on the couches while one of the pledges attempts to get the movie going on the huge TV on the wall.
‘Daisy.’
I look over and see Blake and Mav. They have a three-seater to themselves. The perks of being seniors, I guess. They move over, creating space between them and I sit down.
More so than ever, I follow the rules. I sit up straight. My hands are in my lap. My ankles are crossed.
‘You can sit back,’ Mav says with a glance at me. ‘We aren’t going to bite.’
‘Not unless you want us to,’ Blake murmurs low.
My eyes widen at him and I shuffle back just a little as I wonder what he means, why he’d say that. I look around, noting that no one is sitting like I am, and, in fact, I’m getting side-eyed.
At The Heath, I was always being told that I didn’t know the rules, so they’d have to be taught to me. They said that was why I was there. I assumed that meant that most other people knew them. But no one here seems to. No one sits up straight and knows where their hands are ... or what their hands are doing all the time. None of these guys make eye contact specifically when they talk to each other. They don’t speak to each other politely. They don’t enunciate their words. I haven’t seen even one of them eating with a knife and fork at the table.
Maybe no one here cares about the rules.
But if that’s the case, why did The Heath care about them so much? Why was I punished if I didn’t follow them? What was the point of it all?
I shuffle back a little to rest my back against the cushions, but they’re still too far away.
‘May I?’ Blake asks.
‘May you what?’
‘Help you get more comfortable.’
I look around at everyone else and nod a little uncertainly, gasping as I’m pulled backward and against his side and Mav picks up my legs and positions them on the couch next to me.
‘No one gave you a drink.’
Mav looks annoyed.
‘They did,’ I say quickly. ‘But I ... I didn’t know if I should ... After the night when they told me it was just juice ...’
I stop talking as his expression turns even more thunderous.
‘I’m sorry,’ I begin, not sure why he’s angry with me, but Blake hushes me.
‘You don’t have anything to be sorry for,’ he says. ‘Do you trust Mav?’
‘Yes.’
My answer is instant and I’m a little taken aback at myself. But I do mean it. I trust Mav to a point, more so than any of the others. Maybe even more than Shade. Mav was nice to me when the others weren’t and that counts for something.
Mav blinks at me and I get the sense that he’s just as surprised as I am. ‘You don’t have to worry that anyone here is going to do that to you again, okay? We’ve made sure everyone knows that you’re ours.’
Theirs?
My face must show something because he stutters a little and gets up. ‘I’ll make you a drink myself, okay? ’
He leaves quickly and I find myself wondering what he meant by me being theirs.
I’m their assistant. Of course.
I tell myself I’m relieved. It’s odd that it feels more like disappointment.
What am I thinking? I have no experience with anything like this, except for the small things I gleaned from The Heath’s staff over the years and a romance book I found on the bookshelf in the common room once. It was a Viking one and I’d been enthralled by it, reading it every chance I got, hiding it in my room until it was finished and then reading it over again. It was sordid and exciting, and my young mind loved it.
Then one of the blanks caught me with it, and I was hauled in front of Stoke and interrogated in his office about where I got it from. It was confiscated and I was told that young ladies didn’t read that filth. And then I lost desserts for two weeks.
But I never forgot that book, or the things it talked about, the scenes between the Viking warrior and the Saxon woman he’d captured.
Maybe they were right at The Heath. Maybe that book is the sole reason I liked what Shade did upstairs earlier.
‘Where is Shade?’ I ask Blake, turning my head to find him watching me.
‘He’ll be along in a little while. He’s just making sure all the guys know that you’re to be treated with respect.’
‘Is it because you need my help in the lab?’ I ask. ‘Is that why you’re being nice?’
My question takes him aback.
‘Partly,’ he answers, and I smile at his honesty.
‘But also, I like you. I think you’re funny and interesting.’
But not beautiful, not desirable.
I block the traitorous thoughts as soon as I think them. I’ve never cared about those things before. Why should I now? It’s stupid. But my stomach sinks anyway.
Mav returns a minute later and hands me a glass filled with ice. A straw is sticking out of it.
‘It’s a mojito,’ he says as he hands it to me.
‘A cocktail,’ he explains at my blank expression.
‘Oh.’ I sniff it. ‘It smells of mint!’
I take another whiff and glance at Blake. It reminds me of how he smelled the other night when I slept in his room.
Mav smiles at me. ‘Yeah, I thought we’d try something sweet like the juice from the other night, but nowhere near as strong.’
I nod and take a sip. ‘It’s nice.’
‘I’m glad you like it. I did a mixology class last summer while I was working in the club, so I got pretty good at making them.’
‘Mixology?’
‘Making drinks. Bar drinks.’ He sits back in his seat, closer than he was before, I notice, and he pulls my bent legs into his lap, being careful with my scraped knees.
‘So you worked at a club?’ I ask.
He locks eyes with Blake behind me for a second. ‘Yeah,’ he says, but doesn’t elaborate.
‘I’ve never been to a club before. What’s it like?’
Blake chuckles. ‘Loud. Busy. Smells a little like feet sometimes.’
I wrinkle my nose. It sounds horrible, so I drop it and instead take stock of my surroundings ...and myself.
I’m sandwiched between Mav and Blake and it’s weirdly comfortable. There are about twenty other guys in the room, all on the floor or on the couches. Most have a drink in their hand and are talking to each other. I’m largely ignored and I relax slightly as the lights dim. The film begins with some dramatic, eerie music .
‘What are we watching?’ I whisper.
‘Some action movie that just came out. You might have seen it already,’ Blake answers from very close to my ear.
I jump a little at his proximity out of habit more than anything and then laugh as his words register. ‘Not likely. We had a monthly movie evening but the ... uh ... clinic didn’t show anything that was deemed upsetting or too exciting.’
‘Really?’ Mav sound horrified. ‘What did you watch then?’
I raise a brow at him. ‘ Mary Poppins was a big one. Everyone liked Bedknobs and Broomsticks . They had to turn off Bambi though. A bunch of us got upset because of his mom dying.’
Blake sniggers behind me.
‘It was harrowing!’ I say, turning around.
Blake pulls me back into his side. ‘I know it was, princess. Everyone thinks that the first time they see it ... although it’s usually when we’re about six or seven ...’
‘It has no business being a movie for tiny children,’ I mutter and I feel his body shaking with laughter.
‘Well, if you find this one harrowing too, Daisy, feel free to stay close to me. I’ll keep you safe.’ He leans forward and whispers in my ear. ‘Is that pretty ass feeling okay after earlier? It looked a little red. I could rub some cream into it later if you want.’
I glance at Mav who’s watching the screen. He didn’t hear Blake, I’m sure of it.
‘Is this part of the deal we made?’ I say very quietly.
‘Do you want it to be?’
I glance at him. ‘I’m not ready for what you wanted after the lab,’ I whisper.
‘We don’t have to do that,’ he answers.
I shift a little closer as the movie gets louder and I flinch at the surround sound. ‘What do we have to do?’
His arm comes around me in the dark. ‘ You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But maybe you can have a little taste? You keep shifting around. Is that because you’re sore or because you’re a little hot and bothered?’
‘Hot and bothered?’ I breathe. Is that what they call this feeling?
‘Can I touch you?’ he asks.
I look at him in the light of the screen, but he’s watching the movie, acting like we aren’t having a conversation.
‘You are touching me,’ I say.
‘Differently.’
‘Will it hurt?’
‘Not unless you want it to.’ His lip curls into a slight smile as he pretends to be engrossed in the opening scene. ‘Which I have a feeling you might sometimes if your reaction to Shade is anything to go by ... But not right now. I’ll be very gentle while we’re in here.’
My eyes widen and fly to his. ‘In here? Now?’
He pulls me back gently with another tiny smile. ‘Yes. No one will be any the wiser so long as you keep quiet.’
‘Daisy’s cold. Grab me that blanket, pledge.’ Blake says loudly.
A couple of heads turn, but no one really seems to care what’s going on at the back of the room. A blanket is handed to him and he drapes it over me.
And then I feel his hand caress the side of my neck, just a finger softly grazing me.
Repeatedly. In the same spot.
I flinch away from the annoying tickle and give him a look of disgust.
‘Noted,’ he mutters with a laugh that he turns into a cough when some of the guys look over, and when his fingers reappear, they touch me firmly, not moving. He clasps the side of my throat just a little and keeps me still when I squirm a bit to test his grip .
My stomach does a flip when it tightens a fraction and I shiver a little beside him.
‘Cold?’ he asks with a knowing smirk.
I don’t answer, instead I try to relax into him a little more as the possessive touch sends a zing through me that I didn’t expect, and by his small sigh, he knows I like it.
We stay just like that for a minute or so, and then he moves his hand away. I think he’s finished the little taste , but then I feel his hand caress down my spine over my clothes. He winds it around my middle and I freeze as his fingers undo the button of my jeans. He cups my core over my pants ... underwear .
I don’t know what to do, what to think. I’m rigid next to him. I’m a little afraid of what he’s doing, but also of him stopping. I want to know what comes next. I want to know where this feeling leads.
His touch is light, his fingertip moving up and down my slit. I shift under his hand and he draws me even closer to him, his other hand moving my leg under the blanket so that I’m more open for him.
‘Good girl,’ he breathes when I let him.
I gasp at what those words do, the same as when Mav said them before. My thoughts stutter to a halt and all I can feel, all that seems to matter is what his fingers are doing. I clench my jaw when he moves my underwear aside and delves beneath the fabric.
At that moment, Mav reaches over and takes my drink from my hand, his arm settling over my legs under the blanket as he leans forward almost as if he’s holding me in place for Blake.
But he couldn’t know what’s going on under the cover, could he?
Blake lets out a small sound that I think means he likes what he finds, and then his fingers are gently probing, feeling me. I forget about Mav for now as they play at my entrance, and, almost feverishly, I need him to put them inside me. I feel empty. But when I shift upwards, trying to tell him what I want, he misunderstands and his touch moves higher.
I let out a huff and glance up at his face. He’s still not looking at me, but I see his lips twitch.
His touch moves to the apex of my thighs and his fingers begin a slow circular movement, a pattern I can’t quite discern. My breathing has gotten faster. And I make an effort to slow it even as the sensations he’s eliciting are making my heart beat rapidly in my chest. Something is building, a tension, a coiling. My lower muscles are contracting, straining for something. I’m lost to it. All I want is for this feeling to reach its crescendo.
I swallow hard, trying to keep my eyes on the movie, and a very unwelcome thought jumps into my half-addled mind. What if this is a trick? What if he waits until the last possible moment and rips off the blanket, showing everyone what he’s doing, what I’m letting him do. They’ll laugh and make remarks; they’ll poke fun and it will be so far past embarrassing. I won’t be able to show my face in the house. Letting them trick me into drinking too much was one thing, but this ...
I push his hand away, less violently than I feel like, but I don’t want to draw attention.
He stops immediately and I fight a tiny internal war with myself. I want his hand back. I want him to finish what he was doing. But I can’t risk it. I don’t know what comes next even if my body yearns for whatever it is.
‘Hey, what happened?’ he whispers as he feels me stiffen and wriggle away from his hand.
He lets me move and when I stop shuffling around, his hand comes to rest on my bare abdomen. He doesn’t caress, doesn’t move it at all. He just leaves it where it is, like he’s trying to calm me down with its firm, warm presence on my skin.
It works. The heat from his hand, the fact that he’s not moving makes my brain stop working so quickly, jumping from thought to thought. I take a deep breath.
‘Too much?’ he asks. ‘I’m sorry.’
I’m thrown when the lights go on and I’m suddenly terrified all over again that this is part of some cruel plan, but the movie is paused, too, and I realize the pledges have come back with the burgers.
I blink in the harsh light and glance at Mav whose eyes are still facing front. I notice he has a pillow on his lap that wasn’t there before. I wouldn’t have even noticed it, but I see Blake’s eyes on it and he arches a brow, which Mav ignores.
‘Dinner’s here,’ he says.
I’m given a bag with a box in it and some fries and I eat it on my lap, wishing my jeans weren’t still unbuttoned.
The lights are turned off again and the movie restarted.
I try to focus on the burger. It’s good. I can’t remember the last time I even had one of these. Another first-in-a-decade type of thing, probably.
The moment I’m finished, the rubbish ... trash is taken from me and Mav hands me my drink again.
‘Don’t worry. No one messed with it.’
I give him a smile and take a sip. It really is delicious.
I try to focus back on the film. Blake is still next to me, but his hands aren’t on me anymore. I try not to feel bereft. My brain and my body are at odds and it’s confusing me.
And then Mav reaches under the blanket and my eyes fly to his. Is he going to touch me like Blake did now? Do I stop him? Can I?
But all he does is take my right foot in his hands and begins to knead. My eyes flutter closed and I relax against Blake again with a shuddering sigh. I don’t want to stop him doing this. It doesn’t feel quite as good as what Blake was doing, but it’s a very close second.
I stretch into him and feel him somehow easing the tension in my whole body just by touching the soles of my feet. It’s like magic.
After a few minutes of bliss he ends the massage and I open my eyes, giving him my left foot in silent request ... no, demand. He’s doing the other one whether he wants to, or not.
He gives me a wink I don’t understand the point of, and gamely takes my other foot. He begins the same sequence of movements, and I fall back into Blake again. The massage feels even better on this foot.
‘You’re locked up so tight,’ he murmurs. ‘Hard as a rock.’
His fingers move up my calf and he finds a spot on my leg that makes me jerk in pain.
Where the stinger used to sit.
‘Sorry. Just a knot.’
He begins to knead it with his thumbs and I let out a loud groan just as the movie quiets. I slap my hand over my mouth in mortification as some of the guys closest snigger.
‘What’s going on over there?’ someone asks in a dramatic voice.
‘Usher! Someone’s fucking in the theatre!’
The room erupts into laughter and I feel my cheeks heat.
‘Grow the fuck up,’ I hear Shade growl from close by.
When did he come in?
‘Mav’s just massaging my leg,’ I squeak. ‘That’s all!’
There’s a little more laughter, but the room quiets and I find that I don’t care enough about what any of these guys think to ask Mav to stop his ministrations, so he keeps going. His magic fingers lulling me into that elusive state in between awake and asleep .
I lose track of the minutes, of the room, of the movie. There’s only his hands on the leg that aches sometimes.
I could get used to this, I think, mercilessly silencing the voice that tells me this isn’t real. That they just want something. I can trust them with some things, but not my heart.
Mav
Her leg is taut. Every muscle and ligament is tight and I work hard to loosen everything up, wondering if she had some kind of injury to it at some point. She runs a lot, I’ve noticed. Maybe she has some stress damage, or maybe it was when she fell.
The movie ended a few minutes ago and most of the guys have drifted off to study or hang out in their own rooms.
I look over at her. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t think she’s really asleep because every time my fingers touch a good spot, she moans and her body stretches deliciously.
‘Daisy?’
‘Mmm,’ is the only answer I get and I let out a small laugh. I haven’t seen her relaxed before, not even in her room by herself.
Blake is watching her. He keeps swallowing hard.
‘You shouldn’t have done that in here,’ I mutter.
‘What?’ he asks, the picture of innocence and I roll my eyes.
‘You know what. She would have been upset if someone saw. She’s not like Jolie.’
‘No,’ he agrees. ‘She’s definitely not like Jolie. Are you done with her massage?’
‘Yeah,’ I frown. ‘Her left leg is really tense. Like the whole thing. ’
I stop my fingers and as soon as I do, Blake is rising with her in his arms.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Taking her upstairs. I don’t trust her down here half asleep with these morons, even if Shade did tell them she’s not part of the hazing anymore, do you?’
‘Nope,’ I admit readily, following him as he carries Daisy, the blanket still draped over her, from the room.
Her eyes are open and she’s blinking up at him.
‘Is the movie over?’
‘Yeah, it’s done.’
‘Oh.’ She sounds disappointed. ‘I missed it.’
‘We can put it on in my room,’ Blake says, and I snort at his blatant plan.
‘She’s tired,’ I say, giving Blake a pointed look as I climb the stairs beside him.
‘No,’ she says,’ I’m not. Really. I’d like to see it.’
‘Your wish is my command,’ Blake says.
‘Can you let me down, please? I can walk.’
‘No can do,’ Blake murmurs. ‘Your pants are still open.’
She glances over at me, her cheeks suddenly very pink.
Blake takes her into his room, but instead of putting her down, he sits on the bed with her still in his arms.
‘What happened in there?’ he asks.
‘Nothing.’
He tuts at her. ‘That wasn’t nothing.’
Her expression has shuttered completely. ‘I just ... thought of something.’
‘What was it?’
She doesn’t answer.
‘Whatever that something was, it was like someone threw a bucket of ice over you,’ he remarks, ‘and I’m pretty sure you were very close.’
‘Close?’ she ask. ‘Close to what? ’
My eyes lock with Blake’s.
‘Close to ... you know ...orgasm.’
‘Oh,’ she seems to say to herself like a lightbulb is going on in her head.
‘Daisy,’ I say carefully. ‘You’ve had one ... before, right? Like even by yourself?’
She winces and Blake’s eyes widen comically.
‘Never?’ he whispers in awed horror. ‘Not even by touching yourself?’
‘Well,’ she takes a breath. ‘I did do that once at The Heath. I was curious. I’d heard some of the blanks talking about their partners?—’
‘Blanks?’
‘Orderlies, I guess. Anyway, before I could feel much of anything, one of them caught me. Bloody Sue . She went straight to Stoke. The guy in charge. I had to go to his office, tell him exactly what I had been doing and why.’
She curls in on herself, not looking at us. ‘It was so embarrassing. He sent me to one of the other doctors who sat me on a medical table and made me open my legs. He used cold, slippery stuff and a metal thing . Then, he took swabs from inside of me. He said they needed to make sure I wasn’t hurting myself, and that I hadn’t inserted things that weren’t supposed to ... It was not nice!’ Her eyes narrow to slits. ‘And then I lost running privileges for the whole week on top of that.’
‘Jesus, Daisy.’
She shrugs like it was no big deal. ‘I never did it again. Wasn’t worth it.’
‘So, you were afraid of something like that while I was touching you?’ Blake sounds horrified.
She looks incredulous. ‘No, I was scared you were going to rip the blanket off and show everyone! It made it not fun.’ She looks miserable. ‘I’m sorry. ’
Blake’s devastation is evident in his eyes for precisely a millisecond before he locks himself down.
‘I would never have done that,’ he says quietly. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry. It was too fast. We don’t have that kind of trust yet. It was my fault.’
‘I liked it,’ she says quietly. ‘I just didn’t like that there were so many people there, who ... aren’t nice.’
Blake lets her go and I expect her to leave, to run into her room, but she doesn’t. She shuffles back on his bed and takes off the blanket. She looks at Blake in clear invitation.
‘Would you like me to leave?’ I ask, feeling awkward just standing here.
She shakes her head. ‘Stay. But none of the others. I don’t ... I’m not interested ...’
But she is interested in us ...God only knows why, but I wait with bated breath to see what Blake will do. He’s not acting like himself tonight, or at least not how he usually acts with girls who give him this kind of attention.
Blake stands up and glances at me. He looks rueful. Holy shit! He isn’t going to take her up on the offer. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone right now.
‘I didn’t know it was her first time,’ he whispers ‘I can’t do it. She already had a bad experience. What if I fuck it up?’
‘You won’t fuck it up. I’ve heard you with girls in here. They’re always happy when they leave.’ I quirk a brow. ‘It’s afterwards when you ignore them and don’t speak to them again. That’s when they hate you, bro.’
He narrows his eyes and then rolls them. ‘I mean I’m afraid I can’t be that gentle with her. Like she needs.’ He shakes his head. ‘After a story like that, this needs to blow that first time she tried right out of the water.’
‘You were fine downstairs,’ I point out conscious that Daisy is still laying in the bed .
She’s staring up at the ceiling intently, but I can’t see what she’s looking at.
‘Yeah, but everyone was there and I didn’t want anyone to know.’
I look at Daisy again, waiting. She looks expectant, now bordering on annoyed.
‘Well?’
Blake glances at her and then at me meaningfully.
‘Fine,’ I mutter. ‘No pressure.’
I try to relax. I’ve done this more than a few times and I never had any complaints.
‘Take off your clothes,’ Blake says, diving right in and my eyes widen.
‘She’s not just going to?—’
But she’s already shimmying out of her jeans. She drops them on the floor and then stops.
‘All of them, Daisy,’ Blake orders in practically a growl.
Her pupils expand, but she hesitates and I’m almost relieved.
‘What is it?’ Blake asks. ‘Words, Daisy. And if you can’t talk for whatever reason, you tap one of us and we’ll stop whatever we’re doing, okay?’
‘Cameras,’ she mutters, looking around. ‘Are there some in here like in my room?’
Blake strides to his laptop and taps a few buttons on his keyboard.
‘Not anymore.’
She nods, the trust she’s giving us boggling my mind as she pulls her shirt up over her head and sits on the bed in front of us. She seems a little uncertain now in her bra that looks like it’s seen better days and her plain, white cotton underwear.
‘I’m going to get that girl some decent lingerie,’ Blake says to himself as his eyes travel over her .
‘I’ll get her better stuff than you will,’ I challenge.
He snorts.
‘Take off the rest of it,’ he commands in a louder voice, not giving her any quarter, but I put a hand up to stop her.
‘No,’ I say. ‘I want them on for now.’
I approach the bed and lay down beside her slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements that might scare her. Her eyes are wide as she takes me in. Fuck, she’s tiny compared to me. I love it.
‘Is it okay if it’s me?’ I ask.
She nods.
‘Words,’ I murmur.
‘Yes,’ she says softly, her eyes on my lips.
‘I’m sorry about what you thought might happen downstairs,’ I say. ‘But knowing what Blake was doing to you under that blanket was one of the hottest things ever.’
I’ve shocked her.
‘How did you know what he was doing?’ she breathes, eyes darting up to mine and then away again.
I grin. ‘I just did, but no one else had any idea. Not even Shade. Don’t worry.’
I lean forward and press my lips to hers, gauging her reaction and enjoying the fact that she kisses me back, albeit tentatively. I hear a chair moving across the floor and see Blake sitting at the foot of the bed, making sure he has a good view for what we’re going to do.
I kiss her until her body becomes pliant, moving from her lips to her neck and down to her collar bone. I press a trail between her breasts before I push the cups of her bra down and her nipples come into view. I envelope one, sucking it into my mouth, and her surprised cry as I bite it gently is music to my ears. She bucks off the bed and I hear Blake moving closer. I kiss down her stomach to her abdomen.
‘Spread your legs, Daisy,’ Blake quietly instructs .
She does what he says immediately and moans when he says out loud that she’s being very good for us.
He’s the one who leans forward and draws her panties down her legs.
‘Fuck,’ I mutter when I see how wet she is.
‘You need this, don’t you?’ Blake whispers, getting out of the chair and sitting on the bed with us. ‘You don’t even know what it is, but you need it, don’t you?’
She nods vigorously.
‘Don’t worry. Mav will give you exactly what you need,’ he coos as he rolls her other nipple in his fingers.
‘Is this too much?’ he asks as I position myself between her legs and push them wider gently.
She shakes her head.
‘What do you do if it is?’ he asks.
She opens her mouth. ‘I use my w-words,’ she stutters, ‘or I tap you with m-my fingers.’
Blake smiles. ‘That’s right. Now, Mav is going to lick your pretty little cunt. It’s going to feel very good. Are you okay with that, princess?’
She’s nodding.
‘Words,’ Blake warns.
‘Yes. Yes!’ she whines.
I shake my head at Blake who grins as he keeps playing with her tits and she writhes a little.
With a noise of discontent, I lock my arms around her thighs, keeping her exactly where I want her as I begin to lick her from one end of her slit to the other. She moans loudly.
‘Keep quiet, Daisy, or turning off the cameras won’t matter. Everyone will hear you and know that Mav is eating that sweet pussy.’
She groans, grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face to muffle the sounds.
I suck her labia into my mouth, laving her all over, not leaving any part of her unexplored. My tongue delves into her channel. Both of them and she goes rigid as I slip it past the tight ring of her ass.
‘I don’t think you’re doing it right,’ she whispers through the pillow and I can’t help my laugh.
‘Don’t worry, gorgeous, he won’t do any more than that tonight.’
‘You just worry about feeling good,’ I tell her, moving back to her clit and drawing circles around it before flicking it. She struggles under me.
‘Are you okay?’ Blake asks, sounding concerned.
‘Yes!’ she practically shrieks. ‘Don’t stop. Please, Mav!’
I keep up my pace exactly, enjoying the way her body moves and shudders, and then I probe her channel with two fingers, stretching just the entrance. Her hands grip the covers and then her fingers stretch out and widen and she screams, her legs shaking and her hips undulating. I draw it out for as long as I can until she’s still and there’s just the sound of her panting behind the pillow.
The silence stretches on and I pull back just in time to see Blake spurting all over her chest as he leans over her with his dick in his hand.
Her gasp is audible as she feels it and moves the pillow away from her face, careful, I notice, not to let it get in the mess.
She peers down at her breasts, painted with Blake’s release with wide eyes and, I forget to breathe as she puts a finger in it, whirling it around. She feels it between her fingers. With a frown, she brings it to her lips and tentatively licks her finger.
By the sound that Blake makes, if he could come again right then, he definitely would.
And then I hear a throat clear across the room.
All three pairs of eyes snap to the sound, and we find Shade leaning against the inside of the door. His face is blank, his eyes moving over each of us and coming to rest on Daisy. His eyes rove over her body and he frowns a little at the come, giving Blake a reproachful look that he doesn’t seem to care about.
But Blake does grab a tissue and begins to clean her up.
‘I didn’t mean to do that,’ he says to her, and I roll my eyes.
Blake doesn’t do anything unless he’s thought it through first.
She sits up, looking a little dazed.
‘I’m going to start the shower,’ Shade mutters. ‘Bring her to the bathroom in a minute.’
I give him a nod and turn my eyes back to Daisy.
‘Was that okay? Worth it this time?’
She nods. ‘I ... it was wonderful. You’re very good with your hands and your tongue,’ she says honestly.
And I smile. ‘Thanks.’
‘Do you do that for your girlfriend?’ she asks, tilting her head to the side in curiosity.
I raise my eyebrows. She doesn’t sound jealous, just interested.
‘I wouldn’t have done that with you if I had a girlfriend, Daisy,’ I murmur. ‘That’s not really how I like to do things.’
I resist the urge to look at Blake. We’ve had more than one argument when it comes to how he treats his little fan club of sorority girls, regardless of the fact that they practically throw themselves at him, and I hope he doesn’t start playing with Daisy’s feelings like he has with theirs in the past.
‘Good.’ She nods and glances at Blake.
He puts up his hands. ‘You know I don’t have one. I already told you that. ’
‘Come on,’ I say, changing the subject. ‘Let’s get you to the shower.’
I cover her with the blanket once more and take her to the bathroom intending on leaving her in there by herself, but Shade’s lurking. He takes her from my arms and sets her down, closing the door in my face.
I laugh out loud.
Maybe he’s finally decided that Daisy isn’t his sister after all.