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Ryan was beautiful. Soulful, with that delicious scruff, and those soft, tender lips. Kind, generous. She’d admired his perfect ass as he went to the shower, and delighted in his brisk, masculine approach to grooming. There were times when she thought he was too good for her when she knew he could do better.
Daisy sometimes hated the woman she saw in the mirror. Every little imperfection seemed to scream its presence. She rued the fact that her complexion could be ruddy at times; the line of birthmarks that trailed across her cheek to her right ear struck her as a poorly conceived attempt at connect-the-dots. Even her pierced nipples, which usually seemed so playful and kinky sometimes struck her as desperate. Today, everything seemed wrong. Her ass was too big, her eyes too narrow…
It didn’t matter how many times Ryan told her he loved her and lusted for her. And he didn’t just say it, he showed it. The way he always seemed to follow her with his eyes, the way his hands caressed her body and embraced her curves, the way he kissed her… there… and there… and… oh, there. He was the best at romantic sex, making her feel like a goddess whenever they were in the sheets together.
She wished he was in there with her. His presence itself was often calming, but Ryan had already left for work when she dressed for hers. So it was Daisy, alone with those crazy thoughts running through her mind, about how Ryan would one day wake up, and then, just never come back.
There was an office party that night. Nothing special. Just a happy-hour, birthday celebration. But she wanted to look good because, on that day, she felt so bad. Daisy knew what she had chosen to wear was over-the-top. A black, lace corset and stocking set. Tiny thong panties. A choker necklace. But it would be just for her, to make her feel sexier on a day when she didn’t feel confident at all. It was hidden beneath her dress, so no one would be any the wiser.
Her day went from bad to worse. Frustrations at her desk. An ominous, “come see me,” from Angela, her boss. Luckily, it was already late in the day, and she ignored the summons in favour of the party.
She gulped down a glass of wine. Then began another. Her nerves calmed as her mind blurred, and she glanced around the crowded bar.
Toby was there. He wasn’t a crush. More, perhaps, a nemesis. He was coarse and aggressive, with his rolled-up shirt sleeves exposing his muscular, tattooed forearms. Bulky and bald, he swaggered and smelled of booze. He was a brute, not conventionally attractive. His personality was that of a barbarian, and he never made any secret of his desire to ravish her. She was frightened, but also embarrassingly a little excited at his ardour for her. And some days, she felt he was the kind of man she deserved. Today was one of those days.
He was leering at her as usual. She held his gaze, just a second too long, the difference, she knew, between signalling indifference and come hither.
He marched towards her, parting their officemates with relentless efficiency. Closer, closer, with a determination that had her imagining that he might try to take her right there at the party. She felt a frisson. He crowded in close. “I love that slutty, little necklace,” he said as a greeting.
“Still the Neanderthal, I see.” Daisy laughed in bravado.
“Maybe I should club you over the head and drag you into my cave,” he suggested.
She smiled and took a sip of her drink, licking her lips deliberately. He followed suit, unconsciously, hungrily.
“I wonder if you’d really have the guts for something like that.” She said, watching as he shuddered, and she knew she was getting him hard. She wondered about his prick. It was probably like the man, ugly and very thick.
“Not getting enough from your pretty boy?”
Before she could answer, she felt his hand against her thigh. She brushed him away, but with a smile.
“Don’t talk about Ryan,” she replied, taking a step backwards to increase the distance between them slightly.
He took another step closer. “I bet he doesn’t even know how to fuck you right.”
“Oh, and how would that be?”
Another step back by Daisy. Another step forward by Toby. Was he backing her into that darkened corner? Or was she luring him in?
“Hard and rough. Like the whore you are.”
She jolted at his words, and the realisation that now, although they were just metres away from the hubbub, they were also alone, apart.
“I’m not a whore.”
“No, you give it away for free.”
Her heart was pounding, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He moved in closer, and she felt an almost irresistible impulse to kiss him and collapse into his arms. He quivered in intensity. She drifted closer. And she never knew, in the end, if she’d kissed him first.
It didn’t matter. It was like a rocket. Their embrace escalated to breath-taking intensity. Her mind reeled, and her body surrendered. She kissed him hard, their tongues waging mortal combat. His hands mauled her chest, and his fingers found her nipple piercings. She palmed his crotch and felt his hard, thick cock, radiating heat through his pants.
He reached beneath her dress. She wondered if he was going to fuck her right then and there. He found her stocking clasp, and muttered what about “dirty little cunt” she was before tearing off her skimpy panties. He kissed her hard as he thrust two fingers deep into her juicy pussy. He was a brute, an animal, but she didn’t deserve better…
Except, she did. She thought of Ryan and suddenly regained her senses. Daisy placed her hands on Toby’s chest and pushed him away firmly.
“You wouldn’t have dressed like that if you didn’t want it,” he snarled, moving in again, and she slapped him, or tried to.
He caught her hand, and then with a smirk said, “It’s okay Baby, next time, then.” He waved his fingers at her, still slick from her sex.
She fled from his grasping hands. She fled from his crude characterizations. She fled from his cruel laugh. She cried in the taxi ride home, and hoped that Ryan would be out, so she could hide in the shower and wash away her tears and her sins.
But he wasn’t out. He was waiting for her. In the kitchen, in his button-down shirt, and tailored black dress pants. He was searing chicken breasts with red peppers and onions. There was a white wine open, but undrunk, on the kitchen table, with two glasses side by side. Waiting for her.
“Welcome home, Beautiful,” he said. “Do you want…”
Their eyes met. He saw her tears.
“Are you alright?”
She didn’t answer but instead ran for the bedroom. He chased after her and caught her before she could lock herself in the bathroom.
“Daisy, what’s wrong?”
“I….”
She looked away, down, at the floor. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in frustration and anger and self-loathing.
“Daisy?”
His earnestness compelled her to look at him, and his puppy dog eyes, and long lashes. He exuded warmth and concern.
“You deserve better,” she sighed.
He laughed softly. “You’re the best I can imagine.”
She shook her head. “No. No. I…. I was bad. I let Toby—”
Ryan’s eyes flashed angrily. Daisy flinched, expecting a rebuke. She’d dressed too slutty. She’d had a drink. She hadn’t pushed him away. Her mother’s words echoed in her ears, what did you do to deserve it?
“He’s an asshole,” Ryan said. “I’m sure—”
“I kissed him,” she blurted out. “Or he kissed me, whatever, it doesn’t—”
“It does matter Daisy. He doesn’t have a right to—”
“He touched me too. I provoked it. I—”
“You didn’t. Oh Daisy, you didn’t,” he said reassuringly.
She shook her head. “I did. Look at me.”
She quickly slipped her slip dress off her shoulder. It pooled at her feet. Ryan’s eyes drifted across her lingerie.
“He said I wanted it.”
“Did you?” Ryan asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe I did. I wanted to feel…”
“Just wanted to feel sexy,” he said, completing her thought. “You’re always sexy, Daisy. Don’t you know that?”
She shook her head sadly. He smiled at her and placed his hands on her cheeks. He gave her a gentle kiss, his lips so soft and tender. Her chest bloomed in heat. They kissed again and eased over the bed and sat on the edge.
Ryan ran his finger across a line of redness on her thigh. “What happened?”
“He tore off my panties,” she said. “Ryan, it got me excited. I didn’t want it to. But…”
He nodded. “I know. It’s….”
He didn’t finish the sentence. They’d discussed it before. The way her past had wired her and made her feel sometimes broken. The way she’d used sex to numb her pain and chase away her doubts. The bad relationships that she hadn’t had the strength to leave. But he’d explained over and over again that he knew that wasn’t the real her, or at least not the sum total of her, and that with kindness, they could work together to heal her wounds.
He caressed her cheek and smiled gently, reassuringly.
Ryan kissed her again. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Nothing matters except us.”
They kissed again and again, lips soft and hands intertwined. Daisy loved the way he took his time with her, the way he never seemed rushed, and yet at the same time made no doubts of his desire. He slowly eased her onto her back, and kissed his way down her body, between her legs. His kissed her thighs, quick little butterfly pecks that left her fluttery.
She looked down to see him smiling up at her. He kissed her sex, and she shivered slightly. His hands caressed her inner thighs. He kissed her again, his tongue snaking between her labia. She reached down and ran her hands through his soft, fluffy hair. She felt his scruff on her thighs as he kissed her deeper. His tongue teasing her clit. She moaned softly. He gently closed his lips around her clit, his tongue flicking at the sensitive hood of skin.
She sighed. “Oh, Ryan, oh Ryan.”
His face was glazed with her juices. He licked slowly up and down her sex, and then slid a finger inside her. She gasped softly. He added a second, twisting his hand so that his fingertips could curl up inside her, stimulating her clitoris from inside. She moaned and slapped the bed with her open palm.
“Oh God, Ryan, oh God!”
Still rubbing her g-spot, his thumb teased her clit. She gasped and exploded, her hips lifting off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Daisy opened her eyes and smiled at her lover.
“Come up here,” she said. “And take off those pants.”
He did and moved up beside her.
She rolled to her side so he could cuddle her from behind. They kissed over her shoulder, and she reached between her legs to grasp his manhood. He was hard and big, and she loved the sensation of his girth. They kissed, and she rubbed his cock head against her swollen sex.
“I want it inside me.”
He entered her slowly, and she sighed in pleasure as his girth stretched her. It was a feeling familiar and yet never ordinary. That first penetration was always a revelation, a reminder of the beauty and potential for joy in the world. She could feel his urgency and his control. The former validating her appeal, the latter reminding her she was safe with him.
He thrust in deeper, and she closed her eyes and allowed her head to press back against his cheek. He kissed her messily as he began to churn inside her, and for several minutes, he drove everything else from her mind. All that existed was his big prick, his lips, his finger on her clit.
It was perfect, and she never wanted it to end. Just to ride that wave forever. But she could feel it approaching the shore. He thrust in harder, and she gasped, crashing over, her body bucking in ecstasy. And suddenly what had a moment before been just perfect, was now too much.
She squirmed away from him and pushed him back onto the bed. She curled around and dipped her head into his lap, taking his thick cock into her mouth. He was slick with her juices, but she didn’t hesitate. She liked tasting herself. It felt deliciously naughty. She loved the sensation of his prick in her mouth, and the way he sighed and moaned as she sucked him deep and trailed her tongue along his shaft.
Daisy rose up onto her hands and knees, and Ryan palmed her butt as she fellated him. His fingers slipped between her cheeks, teasing the tender flesh of her inflamed sex and the even more tender anus. That too felt lewd, transgressive, dangerous, and yet with Ryan also safe. She massaged his balls, gently rolling them in her palm. He rewarded her with a desperate moan. He was close. She could feel it in his pulsing cock, and the taste of salty pre-come on her tongue. She was tempted to finish him, but she wanted him inside her again.
He didn’t protest as she straddled him. His hands explored her body, her hips, her belly, her pierced nipples. She dropped down on him firmly, impaling herself on his cock. She moaned softly as she ground against him, feeling him deep inside her, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone. He gripped her ass and she slung her hips, faster and faster. Her third orgasm came on even quicker than the rest, a sudden burst that left her dizzy.
She collapsed face down onto the bed and giggled softly. “Okay, I’m done.”
He ran his hand over her ass.
“Is that right?” he asked.
She closed her eyes and smiled happily.
“I don’t know about that,” he said. “You get all dressed up, kiss another man, and then I reward you three orgasms and nothing for me. I’m not sure I’m sending the right message.”
Daisy remained mute, knowing the game, and not wanting to break the mood.
“You have been a bad girl, you know?”
“Who me?”
He gave her a firm, but playful smack on the ass.
“Ai,” she yelped.
“Yes, you.”
Another smack. Her ass burned deliciously. She squirmed in delight.
“Are you going to punish me?” she asked.
“Mmmm, yeah, but spanking is just the start.”
Her stomach did a flip. She wondered what he had in mind. And then she felt him spread her butt cheeks, then his beard rubbed against her bottom. He licked her wet slit, and then… her anus. She jolted, and he spanked her again.
“Don’t move, Daisy. Need to get you ready.”
She gasped as he, again, buried his face in her ass. His tongue teased her butthole, around the outside, and then slipping inside. She knew he wouldn’t… he couldn’t intend… not that… but, “Oh God,” his tongue felt so good. She’d never… could never… but…
“Oh God,” she moaned again, and her mind conjured it up.
She had been bad after all. She had dressed up. She had let Toby kiss her. She had stopped him… but not soon enough. And so she deserved to be… chastened. And what a punishment that would be. Ryan, hard and cross with her. Not the kind Ryan she knew, but a more demanding and spiteful one. A Ryan who would use that big, hard cock to punish her by pressing it into her tight, virgin ass. A Ryan who’d teach her not to be a slut.
As those lurid thoughts swirled in her mind, Ryan rose up and straddled her. Fantasy shaded into reality. She felt his hardness between her cheeks, and she almost cried out for him to stop…
But she didn’t need to. He didn’t probe her anus. Instead, he slid deep into her eager, ready pussy. She moaned in pleasure and relief, even if, in the back of her mind, she sort of wished he had been the other Ryan.
Ryan thrust inside her hard, his hands kneading her ass. She relished how big he felt in that position. She lifted her hips off the bed to give him a better angle, and he pressed in deeper still. She loved this man. His beauty. His strength. His kindness. His fat tool.
He rolled her onto her side, and continued fucking her from behind. His hands roamed her body. They kissed passionately.
She loved the way he embraced her imperfections and tolerated her neuroses. The way he eased her anxiety of dealing with her impossible family, and washed away the stresses of work.
He thrust in harder, harder. He was close, and Daisy moaned louder, urging him on.
She loved him even when she didn’t love herself. When other men would seek to take advantage, Ryan always sought to comfort.
He gasped loudly, and pulled out his cock. She felt him spurt across her landing strip, and she reached down to rub it into her skin, enjoying the sensation of his hot, sticky mess.
He kissed her nape tenderly and wrapped his arms around her.
“You know I love you, Daisy,” he said softly.
“I love you too.”
The End
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