Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Daisy
“Don’t you dare move.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Because you love it when I’m like this.”
He’s right.
Unfortunately, he’s almost always right.
Just like he was when he said I was staying with him tonight, because here I am in the middle of a stranger's bedroom standing exactly where he told me to as he tosses throw pillows around the room, before peeling the duvet back until it’s hanging off the end of the bed.
I guess we won’t be needing that.
The girls think I went home with Brandon, one of the sober firemen in Owen’s group of friends. Brandon was a champ and agreed to play along. He and Owen walked us to our rental and then, once the girls were tucked inside, he left to stay with a friend in Portland, leaving Owen and me on our own.
Brandon is the first person to know about us. It should scare me more than it does, but I’ll think about that another time.
Taking his time, Owen faces me, putting on a show as he pulls off his boots before pulling his shirt over his head.
The sound of his belt ripping through his belt loops sends a wave of excitement through my belly, but it’s the sound of his buckle hitting the wood floor that makes my insides quake with the thrill of what comes next.
He unbuttons his jeans and sits on the edge of the bed. “Take it off. All of it. Start with the boots.”
Yanking off my Ariats I toss each boot to the side. Next, I unbutton my jeans and am shoving them down my legs when he lifts a hand.
“Slow down. This is for my enjoyment.”
I should have a snippy comeback, but I don't want to spar with him right now. Not when he’s in control. Nothing boosts my confidence more than Owen Swift telling me what he wants from me.
As I shimmy out of my Wranglers, his blinding blue gaze fixates on mine. Not my body. Only losing our connection when I pull my shirt over my head.
I’m in a simple white cotton panty and a matching bra. It was a girls' weekend, and comfort was all I had to worry about. But now I’m wishing I were in something sexier.
I’ve been naked in front of this man many times, and I know he likes what he sees, but a girl still likes to feel pretty.
I reach behind me to release the clasp of my bra and let it fall at my feet before I kick it aside. When I reach for my underwear, he shakes his head.
“Do you know how hot it is to see you soaked for me?”
“No, why don’t you tell me?”
He uses his forefinger to coax me closer until I’m standing between his open legs.
“To know I do this to you makes me so fucking hard, Daisy.” That same forefinger is now resting on my sternum, but it slides over my bare chest between my breasts and over my stomach as he speaks.
“When I see you wet for me, I salivate, because my need to taste that sweet honey of yours is maddening. The need to have your scent linger on me after I’ve had you is an addiction. ”
His finger finally reaches the cotton, and I shiver when it glides over my clit before landing on the wet material. My pussy throbs, begging for his touch. He teases me as he runs his finger up and down. He knows what I want, and I know I’ll get it. But not until he’s ready to give it to me.
“This is all for me, isn’t it, Clover?”
All I can do is nod my agreement.
He leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth, his rough hands spread across my back, holding me in place.
I’m mesmerized as I watch every move he makes.
His eyes find mine when he releases my breast and his tongue flicks over the tight bud, showing me what he wants to do to another part of my body.
He taps my right calf, and with his guidance, I place it on the bed next to him. His eyes leave mine then, and he pulls my underwear to the side. We both watch as his finger disappears into my dripping wet core. I whimper and place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
He inserts a second finger, his eyes never leaving where his fingers glide in and out of me. “You are a god-damned masterpiece,” he says, as his thumb brushes over my clit.
With my leg up on the bed, I’m on full display for him and he looks at me as though I am the most valuable piece of art he’s ever seen.
“Now, beautiful, you’re going to come on my hand. Then, when I feel it’s time, you’ll come in my mouth and then on my dick.” His sapphires are back on me. “You’re mine for the night, and you’ll come when you’re told. Understood?”
I nod absently as he continues to work my pussy with his hand.
“Words, Daisy. I need to hear you say it.”
My orgasm is building and the leg I’m standing on is weakening. One of my hands latches on to his hair, pulling his head back.
“Yes, Owen. I come when you tell me to.”
“What else?”
“I’m yours for the night.”
“Yes, you fucking are.”
He leans forward, taking my other nipple between his teeth as his hand works at a leisurely yet effective pace. Once he’s finished with my breast he kisses his way to the skin above my heart.
“Mine.”
The word is a whisper, but my breath hitches at its meaning.
Not giving my fear a chance to take over, he picks up his pace, thumb assisting his fingers against my sensitive bundle of nerves.
His eyes clashing with mine once again, he orders, “You are going to leave my hand dripping, sweetheart. I want to feel your pussy grab hold, and I want you to let yourself feel every fucking ounce of pleasure you deserve.”
His words have me balancing on the edge of my climax. But I don’t fall.
Not yet.
He hasn’t given me permission.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, Clover? My sweet, sweet Clover wants to come, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“What do you say?”
“Please. Please, Owen.”
“Good girl.” His pull on my panties increases, making sure there’s nothing in the way of his view.
“Owen...”
“Not yet. Hang on, baby. I know you can do it.”
He keeps up his relentless pace, and when I think I can’t take anymore, he adds a third finger. The fullness is too much, and when I’m sure I’m going to disobey him, he gives me the permission I’m dying for.
“Now, Daisy,” he demands. “Feel it all. Every bit of your release. Feel how good I make you feel. Give it all to me.”
And I do.
I give it all to him.
My pleasure.
My body.
My obedience.