"Things seem to be looking better this week," Dr. Violet said when Daisy and Brett arrived at her office for their evening therapy appointment. They sat near each other this time, with their hands clasped together. Brett's thumb caressed Daisy's knuckles, and she looked at him and smiled, feeling settled by the contact. Dr. Violet flipped open the protective case of her tablet and settled more comfortably in her seat. "Is there anything in particular you’d like to discuss?" "The past few weeks have been tough," Daisy said quietly. "I imagine so. Let’s talk about the night that led to it. Can you tell me what happened, Daisy?" She told the older woman about waking up from her own nightmare to find herself trapped in Brett's. She walked Dr. Violet through that night and the weeks that followed. "What did you feel after the nightmare?" "Fear," Daisy replied, still holding onto Brett. "I was scared. "You stopped attending your group therapy with Brett. Was it your decision or
Daisy walked into Brett's home office and found him frowning at whatever he was working on with his fingers flying over his keyboard. And glow of the monitor focused on their photo collage on the wall.Brett sat in the semi-dark room, bare chested and handsome, looking alone and powerfully self-contained. As he always did while working. She sighed as she took him in, her boyfriend, the epitome of gorgeousness himself.She had spent her day at the office working tirelessly for a new noodles campaign with Donald and had even been dragged to lunch alongside her boss by Ethan. By evening, she had her usual session at Pith's alongside Ugo. Before coming back to her third home, Brett's penthouse.She stared at Brett from the doorway. He appeared unreachable and she found herself feeling lonely just looking at him. With Brett's decision that they sleep separately and the fact that he was focused solely on his computer, she felt lonely, which made her want to cling tighter and try harder to
"I want to know what your fantasy is?" Daisy replied.Brett adjusted her so that she would be draped across his lap. "You, you are my fantasy." He replied. "I better be."He grinned. "You, in a swing.""Huh?" She arched her brow."You, in a sex swing, Daisy. With your gorgeous ass in a seat, legs spread wide, your perfect cunt wet and waiting." He rubbed seductive circles into the small of her back. "Totally at my mercy and unable to do anything but take all the cum I can give you. You’d love it." He smiled.Daisy pictured him standing between her legs, naked and glistening with sweat, his body perfect as he rocks her back and forth, sliding her on and off his beautiful cock. "You want me helpless." She hissed."I want you bound. And not on the outside."She winced and he rubbed her skin gently in a reassuring manner. "I won’t ever take it further than you can handle," he promised, his eyes glittering hotly in the dim lighting. "But I’ll take you to the edge."Daisy squirmed, both ar
"Have you talked to Hollis lately?" Ugo's smile faded. "No." She sighed. "I miss him. I miss talking to him. He’s so fucking smart, you know.""Yeah, I can imagine that feeling. But, I want you to be happy U.U." Ugo lifted Daisy's hand to her lips, she kissed the back. "I’m working on it, Daisy baby.""I’m right here for you if you need me, even if I’m not visibly around.""I know." Ugo squeezed her friend's hand before releasing it. So for Friday, are we going from my place?""Maybe you should tell me to move in with you." Ugo snarled.Laughing, Daisy shook her head. "But I told you, I almost cried my eyes out trying to convince you to move in with me, but you refused." "I've got work Boo. My place is closer to my work and your place isn't." "So? You're yet to give me an answer, Ugo.""Your place is fine."Daisy made a little dance with her feet at the sound of her friend's reply. "Next week, we can go to the movies by weekend, what do you say U.U?" Daisy pushed in, already feeli
Ugo flashed that false smile she usually keeps on standby whenever she's trying to appear modest and kind. "I'm a huge fan of your food." She said, shocking Ugo with that bland reply that suggested there was no connection between her friend and Alejandro. "Your lasagna is to die for." "Thank you so much, Ugo. It's such an honor to have you in my space."Daisy's gaze darted to Brett, gauging her man's reaction. Brett glanced down at her with a look of mock innocence and an almost subtle smirk. She shook her head, exasperated. "You know, don't you?" She whispered and Brett shrugged.She sighed, knowing that this was going to be a night Ugo would never forget and two things were bound to happen. It's either the night turns out memorable because she would have had fun in spite of Alejandro's presence or because she would be miserable as a result of the even evening arrangement. The next hour passed in a blur of excellent food and fine wine. Ugo busied herself with food while Alejandro s
Daisy's legs loosened from around Brett's hips and he set down down, protecting her from the frenzied fans with the shield of his body. She turned to face the stage, feeling a mad fluttering in her belly. Sure enough, it was Ray at the mic, his deep, powerful, husky-sexy voice poured over the thousands who’d come to see his band in action. He was dressed in a colorful vintage shirt and a black bottom. "Good, aren’t they?" Brett asked with his mouth to her ear so she could hear him. He kept one hand on the railing and the other around her waist, keeping her pulled up tight against him as he moved to the music. Tearing her eyes away from Ray, she looked at her lover and smiled. The combination of Brett's body Ray's voice did insane things to her already raging sex drive. She stole a glance at Ugo who gave her a questioning gaze but she nodded, reassuring her friend that she was fine. Closing her eyes, She focused on the man behind her and the unique rush she always felt while l
When the show was over, she caught Ugo's lazy stare directed toward her. She flashed a smile that she hoped would be enough to calm her friend down. Then she leaned heavily into Brett, drawing support from the strength of his arms around her while they waited for the crowd to thin out. "Are you okay?" he asked, running his hands up and down her back. I’m fine," she lied, not knowing the exact word to describe how she was feeling. It shouldn’t matter that Ray wrote another song about her and called her name, not some nickname like Dee. That alone painted a different light on their fuck-buddy history. She was in love with someone else. "I want to go, too," Brett murmured in her ears. "I’m dying to get inside you, Sunshine. I can barely think straight." Daisy pushed her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, staring at him at eye-level. "So let’s get out of here." m "I’ve got backstage access." He kissed the tip of her nose when she leaned back to look up at him. "We can s
Daisy's feet dug in suddenly and Brett paused, glancing at her with a frown. She pushed up onto her toes and whispered, 'I’m not all that interested in meeting them. If you don’t mind, I’m going to hit the backstage bathroom and head out to the limo." She said, now seeing how stupid the idea of seeing Ray was. "Can you wait a few minutes and I’ll go with you?" Brett asked. "I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me." He touched her forehead. "Are you feeling alright? You look flushed. Is it because of him, your friend, the band leader?" Daisy smiled, forcing it not to look awkward. "Of course not. And, I’m feeling great. I’ll show you exactly how great as soon as we get home." That instantly did the trick. Brett's frown faded and his mouth curved. "I’ll hurry this along, then." He looked at Lincoln and gestured at Alejandro and Ugo, who was unbelievably quiet. "Can you take them in? I need a minute." "Brett, really....." Daisy protested. "I’m walking you over there." She k