Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Daisy
She’d never had a sex dream before.
But here she was, dreaming about a man’s rough hands on her.
Stroking every inch of her skin as she whimpered and whined beneath him.
Dreaming of his low, wicked laughter in her ear as he skimmed his teeth over the lobe, sending a delightful little shiver down her spine.
A shiver she swore she could actually feel, even in the dream.
And then his fingers were inside her, slow and easy, but no less demanding for it, and again she could almost feel the ache between her thighs as he stroked her swollen clit.
“Time to wake up, babygirl. Daddy has something for you.”
Daddy. In her dream, she smiled, because she enjoyed calling him Daddy. There was something about it that felt so deliciously wrong, especially since he was literally old enough to be her father.
And because her revenge had gone so much better than she ever could have planned.
With every stroke of Dream Daddy’s fingers over her clit, the ache between her thighs grew more intense. Far more intense than she’d ever realized a dream could achieve.
“That’s my good girl. Come for Daddy, baby.”
Even in her dreams, she was helpless against him. Against that cooing tone that somehow sounded sweet and dangerous at the same time. Pleasure crashed over her, splintering her as she screamed herself awake.
“Fucking hell, baby.” Nudging her thighs apart, he settled between them, filling her with one quick, deep thrust as her brain scrambled to put together the pieces, to separate dream from reality. “I could watch you come like that a million times and never tire of it. But it’s Daddy’s turn now.”
He fucked her, there was no other word for it.
Hard and fast, almost feral in a way a man had never been for her as he drove into her still-spasming cunt over and over again.
Wrapping her arms around him, she dug her nails into his back, clinging to him as he took her with that single-minded ferocity.
Until, at last, he sank into her one final time, his cock swelling in her pussy as he emptied himself into her. Dazed, breathless, she could only stare up at the ceiling as he collapsed beside her, the sound of their ragged breathing the only thing breaking the silence.
“C’mere, baby.”
Obedient for once in her life, she rolled into him, snuggling into the hard lines of his body as he pressed a kiss to her hair. “Did you have a good nap?”
“Good nap. Even better wake-up call. Might have to replace my alarm clock with you.”
Beneath her cheek, his chest rumbled with laughter. “I could do that. What time do you need me to wake you up?”
“Five on weekdays. I don’t set an alarm on the weekends but I’m usually still up before seven. That work for you?”
“Jesus Christ, woman. No, that doesn’t work for me. I’m not sure that works for anyone who’s actually human.”
Amusement welled in her chest, and she tilted her head to look up at him, taking in the horror in his hooded eyes. “Who says I’m human? Maybe I’m a robot. Or an alien species come to seduce the men of earth and take you back to our home planet to be used for breeding purposes.”
“As long as you’re the one I’m breeding, I’m good with that.”
He didn’t mean that. He didn’t. And still, her heart tripped in her chest. “Of course. You’re my conquest, so I get to keep you.”
“Your conquest, huh?” Again he laughed, a deep rumble she felt in her bones.
Spurred on by his laughter, she shifted, straddling his hips, the somehow still half-hard length of him pressing against her bottom. “Yes. My conquest. Which means you have to do whatever I say.”
Laughter sparkled in his dark eyes as he lifted his hands to her hips, those rough fingers kneading at her flesh. “And what does my captor demand of me?”
“A shower. And then food. I was thinking we’d go down to the restaurant and—”
But her suggestion was cut off by a knock at the door, and her conquest grinned up at her. “One step ahead of you, babygirl. That’s our dinner.”
“You ordered room service?”
“I did.” His gaze raked down her naked body, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. “I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. Go wait in the bathroom while they set up.”
“Or I could just get dressed like a normal person.”
One dark eyebrow raised, and despite the lingering soreness, despite the multiple orgasms, her pussy clenched greedily in response. “Daddy wants you naked in his bed. No clothes.”
“But—”
“Babygirl, unless you want the very nice people on the other side of that door to hear you getting your ass spanked, I suggest you stop arguing and do as you’re told.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I absolutely would.” As if to prove his point, he landed a sharp swat to her hip. “Bathroom. Now.”
Shocked, annoyed, and more than a little aroused, she slid from the bed with a glare in his direction. “I’m going, but only because I have to use the bathroom anyway. Not because I’m afraid of you.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself, baby.”
Tilting her nose in the air, she turned and stomped off toward the bathroom. The door was one of those sliding barn doors, so she couldn’t even slam it behind her.
Rude.
She did need to pee, that much hadn’t been a lie, so she did so and washed her hands while voices from the main room drifted through the door.
The deep rumble of Tiernan’s, joined by two higher, more feminine tones.
Sweet, lilting laughter floated through the door and Daisy snarled at the sound.
A dark emotion she didn’t quite recognize twisted in her gut as an image of some gorgeous woman laughing and flirting with her man popped into her head.
Jealousy, she realized with a start. That’s what she was feeling. Jealousy.
Which made absolutely no sense. She had absolutely no claim on Tiernan O’Rourke. And she had zero intention of ever seeing him again after tonight.
But the thought of him even looking at someone else…
Okay, this was a slight complication.
She was still puzzling it over in her mind when a sharp rap on the door made her jump. “Coast is clear, babygirl. You can come on out.”
Shoving the unsettling jealousy down deep, she stepped out of the bathroom—and froze.
Every available surface, including the bed they hadn’t yet defiled, was covered in dishes. “What did you do, order the entire menu?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t often Daisy Harrington found herself speechless. And yet, here she was, staring at the scene in front of her, completely at a loss for words. “I… You… What?”
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like. Or if you had any allergies. But I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up from your nap, so this seemed like the most reasonable option.”
“Dude, there is nothing reasonable about this. There’s no possible way we can eat all this.”
“You’re probably right.” His grin flashed, quick and disarmingly boyish given his rugged features. “But I have no doubt we’ll work up an appetite again later. Pick whatever you want and I’ll choose from what’s left.”
When she didn’t immediately move, he laid a hand on her lower back and nudged her forward. “There are some pasta dishes on the desk—figured with the red sauce that was a safer bet than the bed. Chicken wings, a bunch of fried crap, shrimp and grits—”
“Mine!” Hurrying toward the bed, she snatched up the bowl filled with the savory grits, shrimp, and some sort of sauce she couldn’t place but that smelled absolutely fucking amazing. “Silverware?”
“Right here.” He passed her a set, wrapped up in a white linen napkin and she settled on the bed with her prize.
“Shrimp and grits is hands-down my favorite food.” Setting the bowl on the bedside table, she unwrapped the napkin and placed it on her lap before digging in. A low moan slipped from her lips as the mix of flavors exploded on her tongue. “And this is exceptionally good shrimp and grits.”
“I’m glad you approve, babygirl.” Scanning the offerings, he snagged one of the pasta dishes and his own silverware and settled on the bed beside her.
It was… unnervingly cozy, sitting in bed naked with a man after he’d given her several of the best orgasms of her life. Little twinges were making themselves known in her thighs and pussy from his rough treatment, but even now her clit was pulsing, needy and achy for his touch again.
Desperate for a distraction from all that raw, male power, she cleared her throat. “So, Daddy, what do you do for a living?”
She knew, of course. He worked for his cousin, Killian O’Rourke, rumored leader of the Irish Mafia. Whether the rumors were true or not, she still wasn’t sure, but she was sure that Killian was a hell of a businessman. Everything he touched seemed to turn to gold.
Beside her, Tiernan shrugged. “Little bit of this, little bit of that.”
Okay, that was an interesting response and not at all the one she’d been expecting. “What does that mean?”
Again he smiled that disarmingly boyish smile. “It means I’m much more interested in talking about you, babygirl. Maybe your name, for starters.”
“No names.” The words came out too quick, too sharp, earning her a raised brow. She tried to shrug it off, lifting a shoulder in a gesture she hoped came off more nonchalant than she felt. “Adds to the mystery, you know?”
“All right. No names… for now.”
Awareness crawled up her spine, not just at his words but the intent beneath them. It spoke of a man who wasn’t used to being denied and had complete and utter faith in his ability to get exactly what he wanted.
“What’s your favorite color?”
The question caught her off-guard, and for a moment she could only blink at him. “Ah… pink. But not like, light pink. I love a really bright, hot pink. Even more if it’s sparkly. You?”
“Black, like my soul.”
Silence stretched between them before they both burst out laughing. “I don’t really have a favorite,” he said when their mirth subsided. “They all have their uses.”
“Yeah, but having a favorite color isn’t about usefulness. It’s about what makes your soul happy. Like, when you see that color it makes you smile for no reason, or gives you a little boost in your spirit.”
Seemingly giving her words some consideration, he nodded slowly. “Pink, then. But very specifically the shade of pink your ass turns when I’m spanking it.”
Heat infused her skin. It was embarrassment and pleasure and need all at once, warming every inch of her. Even knowing he didn’t actually mean it and he was just flirting, well, what woman wouldn’t be flattered by that kind of flirting?
“There!” Triumph rang in his voice as he reached for her, cupping her face and running a thumb across her cheek. “That’s the color, right there.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Pulling away, she swatted at his hand and returned her attention to her shrimp and grits.
“Maybe. But you like it.”
“I do not.”
“Naughty girl. You know what happens to little girls who lie to their Daddies, don’t you?”
Her heart kicked into high gear, galloping in her chest as she swallowed hard. “What?”
In one ridiculously quick, ridiculously smooth move, he plucked the bowl from her hands, set it out of the way, and pulled her face down over his lap once more.
“They get spanked, and then they get their mouths washed out with Daddy’s cock.”