Daisy felt like she was in the small dark room again. She couldn’t breathe. She tried to scream, but something blocked her nose and covered her mouth. A high-pitched moan was the only sound that managed to escape her lips. Her frantic calls for help were trapped inside her mind. "Get off me! Stop it! Don’t touch me! Oh, God.... please don’t do that to me."Julian's hand covered her mouth, mashing her lips. The weight of his body pressed down on her, squashing her head into the pillow. The more she fought, the more excited he became. Choking her."You haven’t felt pain yet. But you will." Daisy froze. Awareness hit her like a bucket of ice water. She knew that voice. "Brett. No!" Her blood roared in her ears and sickness spread through her gut. Bile flooded her mouth. The feeling this time was worse, so much worse, when the person trying to unalive you was someone you trusted with everything you had. She heard Jason Pith's barked commands and remembered the basics. Quickly she atta
Daisy's heart beat sped up when she found Bret's key to her apartment lying on the center table. A small sharp ache pierced her chest. Her phone notification beeped and she picked up hurriedly."I won't be able to make it to work today," His message read. "Ben will be outside to take you to work." Her stomach was cramped with dread. Since the night he had a nightmare, their relationship has been rocky. So much that Daisy had to suspend her meeting with her parents and offered to go to the house instead.It had taken her a couple of days to get over the episode of that night and when she finally decided to let it go, it seemed like it was too late already. Yet, even as they were not seeing each other, Ben kept showing up each morning to take her to work and she always found herself sliding at the back seat of the car, an action she took just to let Brett know that she wasn't running, she just needed time.The last couple of weeks had been tremendously difficult for both of them. Bre
After a while, Daisy stood up and went back to her room, the very one that Brett had furnished for her. Pausing on the threshold, she took in a piece of her that Brett had created as her sanctuary. A place she could run to whenever she was angry instead of running away from him. Since she was always running. "But not anymore," She whispered.Setting her workout bag and purse on the bed, she showered and changed into one of the simple T-shirts she found in her wardrobe.She tried not to think about why he still wasn’t home. He said he was going for his appointment with Dr. Violet, but he should have been home by now. She poured herself a glass of wine and turned on the living room television when her smartphone rang, a call from Ugo"Hello." She answered, grateful to be speaking to the one person that had stood with her and prevented her from hitting ground zero for the past few weeks. "U.U, what's up?""You aren't home, and I brought cupcakes." Daisy smiled. "You know where I am." Sh
"I went to your place. But you weren't home." Brett said.Daisy rubbed at the painful ache in her chest. "I’m sorry that I..... barged into your house in your absence." Brett leaned back into the counter and crossed one ankle over the other. "Go on." "I thought you'd be home. I should’ve called first. And when I realized you weren't home, I should have just waited for another time instead of making myself at home." Brett's chest expanded on a deep breath. "If you’re waiting for me to break up with you, it's not going to happen. You can stop waiting." He said and Daisy , who was standing close to the bar, tried to steady herself on the wall."I can’t do it, I can't break up with you." He said flatly. "I can’t even say I’ll let you walk away from me, if that’s why you’re here.""What?" Daisy frowned in confusion. "You left your key at my place." She reminded."A mistake I would never make again. I want my key back.""Brett." Daisy's eyes closed and tears tracked down her cheeks. "You
Brett took a seat on the edge of the mattress, and a moment later his fingers drifted across Daisy's cheek. "How did you sleep?" "I missed you." She replied. "Is that coffee for me?" She asked as the smell of coffee wafted through her nostrils. "If you’re a good girl, then yes." Her eyes popped open. "But you like me being a bad girl." He smiled."I like you being a bad girl when you're with me, Daisy. Now, tell me about this show you were talking about.""It's a quick show. Ray is myself and Ugo's friend. His band is having a show right here in Fairview and he sent Ugo some tickets. That’s all I know. Do you want to go?""The mayor's cousin." Brett murmured. "The one that couldn't wait for you to step away from me at the fundraiser. He even had a dance with you." He added."Can't you just forget certain things?"Brett shook his head. "Not when it has to do with you.""So, do you want to go?" Daisy asked again."It’s not a question of whether I want to go. If you’re going, so am I.
"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