Tell Me

"Never. I can never forget, Brett. You’re a part of me." Daisy explained.

"Tell me why you kissed him?" He insisted.

"I don’t know." Daisy rested her damp forehead against his own, as she felt the tears burning behind her eyes. "God, Brett. I swear I don’t know."

'Then shut up and make me come."

Daisy straightened and leaned away from him. She had expected him to be angry. In fact, If he had slapped her face, she wouldn't have been so shocked. But speaking to her like this, that was too much.

"Fuck you." She said.

"Now you’re getting the idea."

Hot tears slid down her face. "Don’t treat me like a whore, Brett."

"Daisy." His voice was low and raspy, filled with warning, but his eyes were dark and desolate. Filled with pain that matched her own. "If you want to stop, you know what to say."

Indeed, she knew what to say. The one word she could use to put an end to the pain she was feeling in her heart. But she refused to use it now. Just the fact that he brought up her safe word to