"Get off me!" Daisy sprang up from her sleep and turned to her side to see an empty space beside her. She calmed her breathing, trying to recollect where she was. "Oh my God, Brett!." She whispered, when she recollected. "Don’t fucking touch me." Brett's voice echoed from the guestroom. Throwing off the covers, Daisy scrambled out of bed and ran down the hallway to the guest room. She searched frantically for the switch on the wall. Hitting it with the flat of her palm, light exploded in the room, exposing Brett writhing on the bed. His legs were twisted in the bedding. "Don’t do that to me, Ahhh!" He screamed. His back arched up from the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets and he shouted again. "Stop it, It hurts!" "Brett." Daisy sobbed. "Please come back to me. You're dreaming, it's not real. Please come back to me, my Love." He jerked violently and Daisy raced to his bedside, her heart twisted as she caught sight of him drenched with sweat. She placed her hand on h
He breathed heavily, and after long moments of silence, Daisy continued. "I’d like to give you that, Brett, if you want it." His eyes closed. "Sunshine." "Yes." Daisy replied and reached a hand between his legs, cupping his heavy sac. Her middle finger extended beneath him, brushing lightly over the puckered opening. He jerked violently, and slammed his legs shut, sending water sloshing to the lip of the tub. His cock hardened like stone against Daisy's forearm. She pulled her trapped hand free and gripped his erection in her fist, stroking. Her mouth took his when he groaned. "I’ll do anything for you. There are no limits in our bed. No memories. Just us. You and me and the love we have for each other. And oh, I love you so much, Daisy." His tongue thrust into her mouth greedily. One of his hand tightened at her waist. Gentle waves lapped against the sides of the bathtub as Daisy pumped Brett's erection. His moan tightened her nipples. "I own your pleasure," She
Eyes glittering, he slid a finger oh-so-slowly inside her, made a low purring noise and caught his lower lip between his teeth, a purely erotic look that told Daisy he felt his semen inside her. Being penetrated and so gently pleasured left her unable to speak for a moment. "You like that?" he said softly. "Umm..." His finger went deeper. "I want to own your body Daisy, just like you own mine." Heat swept over her skin like fever. "You do." She said, locking eyes with him. He understood. Bending over her, Brett placed one hand on the mattress and lowered his mouth to meet hers. His thumb pressed against her clit and rubbed expertly, massaging her inside and out. The pleasure of his touch spread, tightening her stomach and hardening her nipples. Daisy clutched her bare breasts in her hands, squeezing as they swelled. Brett's touch and desire were magic. "I ache for you," She heard him say hoarsely as she felt another wave of emotion wash through her. "I crave y
"Do you plan on going anywhere today?" He asked. "Not sure yet. Do I have to let you know before I leave the house?" He shook his head. "Not necessarily. I'll know where you are." He replied. Daisy turned to him immediately. "How's that?" He paused, "Daisy, I can track you through your phone and I will." "What?" She slid out of bed and stood. "No way!" Brett stood, too. "In a situation where I'm not with you, and I'm unable to reach you, I at least need to know where you are." "Don’t be this way, Brett." His face was composed. "I didn’t have to tell you." He murmured. "Seriously?" Daisy stalked to the closet to grab a robe. "Something is obviously happening to you up there." "Cut me some slack Daisy." She glared at him, and shoved her hands into the sleeves of one of his shirt she saw in the wardrobe. "Don't you use that guilt-tripping line on me, you hear me. You're being a control freak who likes having me followed and you want me to cut you some slack. Oh, co
"Okay, you'll be late for your appointment." Daisy said, planting a kiss on Brett's forehead. They moved back to the master's bedroom and Daisy slumped lazily on top of the mattress. Brett stilled, and his narrowed eyes slid down her exposed thighs. "Don’t get any ideas, Gorgeous. There's no more pie for you to eat, at least for now." "That's better." Brett smiled. "I don't ever want to leave you unsatisfied." He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Do you have a passport?" Daisy frowned and answered. "Yes. Why?" Nodding briskly, he reached for his tie, and attempted adjusting it back to normal before shifting his focus on his cufflinks. "You’ll need it." He replied, simply. Excitement tingled through her but she still asked. "What for?" "For travel. Duh." He replied, using the same words Daisy usually tease him with. She smiled and pulled the collar of her shirt, stylishly. "Travel to where?" His eyes held a wicked gleam as he swiftly and expertly a
There was a pause, then he responded. "It's a tracking device, not a bug. Yes, it is." "For fuck’s sake, Eric!" "It’s my job, Daisy." Eric responded. "Well I put it to you that your job sucks! Do you hear me?" She shot back. "This is bullshit and you know it." "Keeping you safe became a bigger concern when Julian showed up again. He was slippery, so I had to cover both you and your mom. The minute his death was confirmed, I turned off the receiver." Daisy squeezed her eyes shut. "This isn’t about the damn tracking device Eric. None of you get it. I'm mad because you all keep me in the dark, always. And it's so wrong on so many levels. I feel violated, Eric." "I'm so sorry, Daisy. I didn't mean to upset you. But your mother didn't want you to worry." "I’m a fucking adult! I get to decide if I worry or not." She shot a look at Brett when she said that, because what she was saying was totally applicable to him, too. His arch look told her he got the message. "I understa
"This one?" She asked, pulling it out. Bridget nodded. "My God!" Daisy exclaimed in a whisper. "You gave me this as a birthday gift mom. This has been my favorite go-tell hair clip, you know this." Bridget nodded, meekly. "Are you shitting me?" Daisy stared at the gorgeous hairpin. "So, this wasn't a gift at all. You’ve seriously crossed the line mom!" Bridget flushed. "Daisy, you’re overreacting. It’s not what..." "Overreacting, I'm overreacting? Ha, that’s laughable. In case you have no idea, this is a whole lot of invasion. I’m this close to calling the police and possibly suing you for invasion of privacy." "Daisy.." Bridget's voice broke. "I’m your mother..." Her voice now took on a note of pleading. "It’s my job to look after you." "I’m a twenty-five-year-old adult," She said coldly. "By law, I can look after myself." "Daisy Ledwig..." "Don’t." She lifted her hands, then dropped them. "Just don’t. I’m going to leave now, because I’m so pissed off I can’t even l
"Daisy." His tone warned her that he wouldn’t be put off. She sighed. "I’ll forgive her, I always do. I don’t have a choice, really, because I love her and I know she means well, even if she is seriously misguided. But this thing with the hairpin...." "Go on." He encouraged. She rubbed at the ache in her chest. "It broke something in our relationship. And no matter how we move forward, there’s always going to be that crack there that didn’t exist before. That’s what hurts." Brett was quiet for a long time. One of his hands slid into her hair, while the other curled possessively over her hip. She waited for him to say what was on his mind. "I broke something in our relationship, too," he said finally, his voice somber. "I’m afraid it is always going to be between us." The sadness in his eyes twisted into Daisy, hurting her. "Let me up." He did, reluctantly, watching her warily as she stood. She hesitated before she unzipped her skirt. "Now I know what it feels li