28. Squeamish
28 SQUEAMISH
Daphne
At Cal’s building, I was immediately permitted to go to the elevator that granted penthouse access. It wasn’t unusual for people to recognize me, but it was odd to see Cal’s security guards jump at attention to direct me to his floor. I sensed he’d explained how important I was to him, which warmed my heart and made me feel less like a girl going for a booty call.
The elevator doors opened to Cal drinking a beer at his kitchen island. He was still in his tux pants and shirt, but he’d tossed aside his jacket and tie. His shirt sleeves were rolled in a way that made me find him irresistible. Sadly, I was nervous to report my bit of news that was sure to halt this fun.
“Hi,” I said. “Your door guys are really on it.”
“I told them to expect you,” Cal said. “You took the dress off.”
“Long story,” I winced. “Besides, if I am going to leave here on a walk of shame tomorrow, I won’t want to do it in an evening gown.”
“Good point.” Cal paused, then pulled my chin towards his lips.
He leaned, planting the sweetest kiss. I lost myself again, intoxicated with the way he made me feel.
Casually, he asked, “You want a beer?”
“Uh, sure,” I answered. “Why not?”
Cal opened a pilsner from a local brewery and handed it over. “Summer beer, you know?”
I sipped. “It works.”
“So, do you have enough votes yet?” Cal got down to brass tax.
“I think I will as long as your guy comes through.”
“My guy will strike as soon as probate signs off. Don’t move before,” Cal said. “And my guy isn’t a guy.”
“Can you introduce me to them?”
“I can set up a meeting soon,” Cal said. “I want to be mindful of how this all works.”
“I understand. The Menendezes are good. They want to see the store go back to a luxury op. I am designing a full business plan for my board deck.”
“So, you know what you’re asking for?”
“I want to be named president. I am going to give David the chance to do that. If not, we’ll go to the board. But I don’t want anyone in the family to say I railroaded or humiliated him. I will broach it when the time is right.”
“Hopefully, I’m through probate soon,” Cal said.
“I have your watch in my room. It’s in my safe,” I said. “Once it’s done, I will bring it to you.”
Cal pulled me close again, kissing my forehead. “It’s okay, I’m more worried about you.”
“Me?”
“This is a lot, Daphne. And I know you said you were dealing with your attorney?—”
“Chandler is a dick,” I sighed. “But I’ve known that for going on fifteen years. It’s fine. I’m okay.”
“And… the pills?” Cal asked.
“Ah, that. Well, I’m starting them, seeing as how my body has picked this evening to spot and have a period. I’m not pregnant. So, stop worrying about a love child with a Delphine overshadowing your mayoral tenure.”
Cal’s brow furrowed, as if I struck him. “Daphne, I wasn’t worried about that. I was worried about you . My concerns were for you—not my hide.”
“Be that as it may?—”
He cut me off. “No. Daph, you’re the one I care about here. I can take things on the chin. I don’t need you to worry about me. I’m a big boy. You’re the one with a bunch of simultaneous storms overhead.”
“Cal, you have protests?—”
“And they benefit me politically. Chloe is out there marching. If I felt concerned about it, I would have called her home. Not that she’d listen, but I would try . I’m not worried about it. Yes, it’s stressful and there’s a lot of chess maneuvering, but I was mostly worried about you thinking I was a fucking asshole.”
I smiled slightly. “No. I didn’t. And now, we won’t have to worry if it happens again, okay?”
Cal took my beer, setting it on the counter beside his own. He kissed me once more, enveloping me in his arms. As his tongue tangled with mine, my whole body tingled. I wanted him to run me to the bed and do everything to me. Unfortunately, that would not be happening. I had to push him away before things got too out of hand.
“Cal, I told you… I am on my period,” I said.
“And?”
“Well, we should wait.”
“That doesn’t bother me unless it bothers you.”
I stared in disbelief.
“What? Did you see a ghost? Did I overstep?”
“No. I just…” I shook my head, voice trailing. “Never mind.”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “Daph, I’ve waited too long. I want to please you, to unwind you, and, unlike last time, to hold you.”
He said all the right things to make me want him.
“It’s going to be a murder scene.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Cal laughed. “Come on, princess. Let me get you off.”
I trusted him. He’d done this before—somehow. I undressed, tossed my tampon, and climbed onto the towels he’d laid on his bed. Usually, I’d be too embarrassed to try this, but Cal piqued my curiosity.
I lay there vulnerable, but feeling safe as he slid a condom over the head of his penis and down the shaft. He gently pinned me to the bed, kissing my neck and pressing against my entrance with my legs slightly parted.
“Cal, I won’t cum this way,” I protested. “It’s nice, but.”
Cal parted my legs further with his body. “Why don’t you let me try? No one ever made you cum with their mouth before me, did they? That’s why you avoided it?”
I nodded.
“Let me try.”
“I’m afraid you’ll freak out. Like what if I start bleeding or?—”
“I can always stop,” Cal said. “And you can always say no, Daphne.”
He comforted me. I loved his protective streak. It put me at ease.
He kissed my neck again. “Let me worship you, princess. Let me try.”
I gave into his pleas, grinding my hips against his until his cock slipped inside. My fears fell aside as he thrust deeper. Slowly, he rocked his hips as I rocked mine. Desperate, we worked together to try and bring me to the point of no return. I doubt it was possible, but damn I hoped he’d succeed.
“Does that feel good?” Cal asked.
“Yes,” I whispered while digging my nails in his back. “You always feel good.”
Cal kissed me as he thrust deeper. I moaned, unable to keep it down.
“She likes that after all,” Cal growled. “Cum for me, Daphne.”
With every thrust, he hit a spot that made my toes curl. I thought I might end up with a terrible leg camp, but persisted. Cal’s right hand found his way to my left nipple. He rolled his fingers over it the way that sent me into orbit. I bucked my hips to his.
“Oh, you’re greedy, princess,” Cal laughed.
“Don’t stop,” I pled. “Oh, God, please don’t stop, Cal!”
* * *
Cal
Daphne’s pleas didn’t fall on deaf ears. I had never watched her cum from this angle. As her orgasm grew, her body flushed, and nostrils flared. She looked beautiful anyway when she came, but watching her body shift with every thrust and feeling her toes curl around me felt like I’d cast a spell over her.
“Oh my God! Oh, fuck me, Cal! Fuck!”
She dug her nails deeper into my back, dragging them as her eyes rolled back. She may have left my back scratched, but I didn’t care. Her screams of pure satisfaction made up for any minor discomfort. I kissed her, wanting to be as close as I could at that moment. I breathed it in—how her chest rose, how she felt, the sight of her eyes rolling back, and how she smelled. I knew I just did what she claimed was impossible. I’d just brought her somewhere no one else had.
I pulled her hands behind her head. “No more scratching my back, Daphne. You’re poorly behaved.”
“I have… impeccable manners, Mr. Markham,” Daphne panted. “I find it… abhorrent you’d…say otherwise.”
“Abhorrent? You look utterly delighted, princess. Try again.”
Daphne bit her lip, encouraging me to fuck harder. Unable to do more, I pulled her ankles around my ears. Now, with every thrust, I got a tiny moan. But what was more, her tits bounced beautifully. With persistence, I managed to fuck her well enough that she came again, making little sense and resorting to unintelligible screams as she gripped the pillows for dear life.
“Oh, good girl,” I said. “Very good girl.”
I couldn’t fight the urge anymore. Every fiber of me needed release. The visual was too strong. I fell forward, pinning her once more as I gave her one last, hard thrust. I lay there, pressing into her. Her rapid breathing and mine synced for a moment before I slowly released her.
“Mmm,” Daphne moaned as I pulled back, sounding almost sleepy. “You win.”
“I win?” I laughed.
“You were right. I just thought I was hard to get off.”
“You are easy to get off, princess,” I said. “Which tells me past lovers have never done much work.”
“Lovers?” Daphne snickered. “Cal, I’ve only been with two people. You and my ex.”
I did a double take. “You… lost your virginity… to him?”
It didn’t compute. She was too young for me when we first slept together, but at least she was a fully-grown woman making her own money. The timing of her partnership with Chandler Walker was hazy, but I remembered it happening several years before we hooked up. It didn’t seem right.
“Don’t judge me,” Daphne said.
I’d killed the mood. She recoiled back to her insular self.
“No, Daph, I didn’t mean it like that. Only that… well, you were so young.”
“You don’t need to make me feel bad.”
“Daphne, baby, I don’t mean it like that. I am more worried?—”
“Worried?
By now, I tried my best with damage control in more than one way, using a towel to mop up the bit of blood present. I wasn’t squeamish, but soon realized Daphne was.
“Oh, God. This was a bad idea!” Daphne grabbed a towel from the bed and raced into the bathroom, slamming the door.
I pulled the towel around my waist and knocked.
“Daphne, are you okay? I’m not angry, but I am worried I’ve upset you. If so, baby, I’m sorry.”
“I feel so gross and this was all a mistake. I’ve fucked it up,” Daphne sobbed “I… I don’t know.”
“Can I come in?”
She paused, then squeaked, “Yes.”
I found her curled up by the bathtub, looking upset. Trying to diffuse the situation, I turned on the shower.
“Why don’t you wash up? Okay?” I asked. “Not that I need you to. I’m not bothered by any of this. Promise. It’s just… I think you would probably like a minute. I could join you if you’d like.”
“No ulterior motive?” Daphne sniffled.
“No. You have drained my tank for the foreseeable future, Daph. No motive other than I want to make sure you’re okay.”
I reached out to help her stand. She nervously dropped the towel and went into the shower. I sensed Chandler often shamed her. I didn’t want to ask too much directly, since these things triggered her. I did, however, want to ensure she felt safe.
“Washcloth,” I handed her one from my linen closet. “If you need anything else?—”
“I’m okay. Just… don’t look at me while I get cleaned up.”
I waited back to the wall in the cold until Daphne relaxed.
“I’m sorry for going off. I just… I saw all the blood. It freaked me out. I didn’t want you to hate me.”
“Daphne, I could never hate you,” I turned, unable to ignore her. “And it was barely anything.”
Daphne didn’t shout at me. Instead, she moved aside so I could soak up some hot water.
“I know what you meant. I think,” Daphne said. “And to some degree, I never paid any attention to the… circumstances of why I ended up with him. He was my supervisor. I was an intern. We never did anything while I was on his staff, but he took me out immediately afterwards… I dunno. I think he fetishized the fact that I lacked experience. And I figured initially you wanted the same when we hooked up. Well, until you told me I was in charge and did whatever I wanted you to. That was all new to me.”
“I am sorry for that, Daphne. For the record, I wanted you because I wanted you. I didn’t want you because you were young and I wanted to dominate you. That was never it.”
“I know. I get that now. You treat me like an equal—you always did. I told myself that was the case with Chandler, but it wasn’t. He loved that I was younger because I got to be a trophy. Then, when I didn’t give him children, I just became an old, dried-up husk of a woman he didn’t want anymore.”
I shook my head. “Daphne, none of that is true. I hope you know that. You are vibrant. You’re smart. I love your fire. There is nothing dried up or husk-like about you, baby. And I’m sorry he was so bad at appreciating you, but given my body count is a lot higher than yours, I can say you are no cold fish.”
She blushed.
“You’re magnificent, okay? Don’t let anyone tell you to settle for less. You deserve it, Daphne.”
“Thanks,” Daphne said. “And while that was pretty great—not gonna lie—I don’t think I have the stomach for period sex. I will have to disagree with Lanie and Dahlia on this one firmly. It may have been fun, but I’ve tried it and I’m not really into it unless you have to have it.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “But if you aren’t into it, I’m not either. Daphne, you can always say?—”
“I wanted to try something different, Cal. And you taught me that I could get off in missionary, which is a pleasant surprise. But, can we hold off a bit?”
“You lead the way. In the meantime, I will soak up whatever time I have to hopefully wake up next to you in the morning.”
Daphne smiled. “I would like that.”