Chapter 231: Don’t put it on
Mature Content 18+
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Daisy gasped suddenly when the man approached her and grabbed ankles, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed.
His fingers played with the waistband of her pants.
Daisy felt a trail of goosebumps arise wherever his fingers grazed. He swiftly tugged off the pants from her body.
"You are not wearing panties underneath," his voice was raspy. And his gaze visibly darkened as he reached out to her thighs where she was pressing her legs together, trying to block his view on purpose.
"You were looking forward to this, weren’t you?" His whisper dropped right next to ear before his teeth harshly grazed on her earlobe.
Daisy shuddered.
"You were so eager to have me at the end of my wits? To have my body craving for you so bad?"
"I..." Daisy bit her bottom lips, restraining herself from making any noises as her own voice seemed beyond recognizable to her.
"Hmm? You what?" Ryle’s tongue peeked out, the tip circling idly on the crook of her neck, "You were anticipating when I would take you again, weren’t you?"
Daisy’s breathing hitched.
At an angle where he could not see, her fingers clutched the sheets in a tight grip. Being seen through in a way like that made her anxious heart palpitate even more.
She was... worried that her face would tell him how eager she was not just to be taken by him again but also to see him, to meet his gaze and check what it did to her.
Seeing the stretch of red spreading from her neck to her face, Ryle restrained his almost feral urges to tie her up and have his way with her till she was left begging for more.
He stood up abruptly, startling her in the process.
"Get up," his words dropped like a command.
Daisy paused but she slowly got up from the bed. The bra that had been almost unhooked before came loose and slid down her body, letting her breasts bounce freely.
Daisy could see her reflection in the mirror behind Ryle. She could see the reflection of ripped and scarred back, and she could see the reflection of herself. Of half her body, of her curves, of her reddened skin and sinfully messy hair.
For once, Daisy felt like the reflection in the mirror was not her. She did not remember having such curves or eyes that looked like they were dipped in lust and breasts so big where the nipples were so hard as if they were aching terribly and needed to be soothed.
Perhaps it was the post pregnancy changes that she had ignored before.
Or perhaps it was Ryle Harper who highlighted such sensuous and scandalous details.
Ryle followed her gaze and turned to look at the mirror, meeting her gaze in their reflections, "Stand there facing the mirror," his chin pointed towards the dresser in front of the mirror.
Daisy slowly walked towards the dresser, avoiding his gaze.
While she stood there, the man approached her from behind and grasped her chin, making her look right into his eyes through their reflection, "Bend forward."
Daisy gasped, "H-Here...?" she gulped softly.
"Won’t you?" His lips dropped to her neck. With one hand, he moved her hair to the front of her left shoulder, while his other hand reached forward, stroking her clit, "Don’t you want to?"
So gentle and yet so demanding. His voice elicited a strange reaction in her.
Right at that moment, his finger happened to slip down her pussy when she clenched tightly.
"Please, baby?"
Before Daisy knew what she was doing, she had already bent forward, her elbows on the dresser and her nervous gaze focused on him through the mirror, "L..Like this?"
"Good girl," he grinned seductively, giving her ass a light spank that sent another jolt inside her body.
"So wet," he clicked his tongue when she clenched around his finger again.
Daisy bit her lips, "Ryle..."
"Mm...?"
"It is almost midnight.."
Ryle’s eyes darkened, "You have the nerve to remind me of that after seducing me to this extent?"
He grabbed her hips and positioned her upwards. Then his hands slid down, grabbing her thighs and lifting her up till her ass was perked up towards him.
Daisy’s face turned red. This position... it was too embarrassing for her but for some reason, she could not help but anticipate what he was about to do.
He reached out a condom but before he could put it on, he heard her speak abruptly.
"Don’t..."
Ryle was confused as he looked at her face in the mirror. Her face was glowing red and her eyes wide, tinted with a thin layer of moisture that made her look more like the seductress that she was.
"Don’t put it on," Daisy squeezed the words through gritted teeth. It took every bit of her determination to discard her shame and just utter those words.
Ryle was stunned. The condom in his hand almost dropped to the floor, "You... Do you know what you are saying?"
Daisy bit her bottom lips, "I know."
Ryle dragged a hand down his face while his other hand squeezed and fondled her waist, almost anxiously, "But you..."
I don’t want to hurt you.
What if you regret it?
What if I get obsessed with the feeling of going bare with you to the point that I can never put on a condom again?
What if...
Countless what ifs and countless thoughts consumed his mind but there was not a single word he could speak to express what he was thinking.
At that moment, he felt her shifting under his grip slightly.
He looked at the woman who turned her face to the side. She was not looking at him anymore.
He grasped her chin and made her look back into the mirror again, "You are not allowed to look away from me."
Daisy frowned. After a brief pause, she said, "About what I said earlier, just forget it."
