Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Stumbling to the shower in my bedroom, I turned the hot water on and huddled underneath it. Dress and all. What Brick had done to me, the way that he'd made me feel, the kind of control that he held over my body, terrified me.
One day down. Twenty-nine to go. I had an awful feeling that Suzie was right. When this month was over, I wasn't going to recognize myself.
Chapter Ten
Brick
I was so hard that it was painful. It took every ounce of my self-control to walk away from her. The rational part of me knew that she should be eased into this, but the part of me that craved her wanted me to take her virginity right then and there on the dining room table.
Nice dinners. Lit candles. She could have done far worse. Most women lost it in the backseat of some loser’s car.
She'd gone off like a rocket, and I'd barely been playing with her for five minutes. I was used to more seasoned women, the ones who required a little more work and finesse. I knew from the moment of touching her that she was ready, but if she didn't get a handle on it, I was going to destroy her before the month was up.
Stepping into the cold shower, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could imagine her right now. Naked and wet in the shower. Lathering up. Maybe experimenting with herself. I'd planted the seeds. She'd want to see if she really could lick her nipples. She’d slowly move her fingers over her clit, delve them inside her body, see if she could make herself come as quickly as I did.
The cold shower was going to do me no good if I kept thinking about Daisy like that. God knows that spreading her legs on that table, tying her down and eating her out, was now officially on my to-do list.
When I stepped out of the shower, things were quiet on her side of the hall. Naked, I poured myself a drink from my personal bar and walked to the window. My lights were still out, and I knew that no one could see me. Briefly, I thought about calling someone. There were a number of women I used when in need of some quick relief. A few minutes of some sweet lips wrapped around my cock would do me a world of good, but for some reason, I didn't want to call anyone.
It was hardly guilt. I barely knew Daisy, and this wasn't a relationship. This was just sex. I could fuck any woman without guilt. Hell, I could fuck a woman right in front of Daisy and wouldn't feel bad about it.
But it still didn't feel….right.
Tipping the glass back, I let the expensive liquid slide down my throat and warm me. None of this was meant to be complicated. I sure as hell wasn't paying more than a quarter of a million of dollars for complicated.
Ten thousand dollars. That was all Ralph was willing to pay Daisy. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? I clenched my hand around my glass to keep from punching something. I had half a mind to have that boy thrown in jail for pimping and pay all the money to Daisy, but again, that was complicated.
Why did I even care what Ralph paid the Daisy? She was here to do a service and nothing more. If he only paid her ten grand and she didn’t ask what the total was, then that was their business. Not mine.
I poured myself another glass before putting the bottle away. I knew that alcoholism ran in my family. My lips curled at the thought of such a ridiculous concept as a hereditary disease like that, but I'd always felt the pull to drown myself in something in order to escape life. Alcohol. Drugs.
Sex.
I didn't overindulge. I liked having control in all aspect of my life, and that included my vices. That need for control was probably the only thing keeping me from turning into the shriveled angry man that my grandfather had become.
I wasn't about the relinquish any of that power to anything or anyone.
Tossing the last drink back, I sat the empty glass on the counter and dressed. It wasn't late enough to go to bed, and there wasn’t a woman to entertain me, so I might as well get some work done. There were some foreign clients that I wanted to chat with, and tonight was as good a time as any.
It was well past midnight before I finally crawled into bed. My work had done nothing to dampen my desire, and it felt like all four hours of sleep was dominated by erotic dreams of the sweet innocent woman sleeping down the hall.
* * *
Daisy was still in her room when I got ready to leave for work the next morning. It bothered me a little that she was hiding from me, but I wrote her instructions and went to work.