Daisy Taylor Chastity Novels & Stories

Tonight I was going to be her again. I did my hair. I put on earrings. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a moment, not critically, not hopefully, I just looked. Daisy Brown, twenty four, fashion photographer, currently residing in a borrowed room in an apartment that was not hers, in possession of all her own feelings and not willing to give them away for less than they were worth. I picked up my phone. Opened the chat between Casper and I. I typed quickly before I thought about it too carefully.

I felt lucky that she did not hesitate to choose me over Corey. However, it was only now that I realized there was frustration hidden in her impatience. She might have already fallen in love with Corey, who was infatuated with her. However, Daisy was unwilling to live life with the reputation of cheating, which was why she was determined to marry me. It was only after Corey died that she realized her feelings for him, and she went crazy for love. Daisy wanted to repent her sins to the man she loved, and she used every dirty trick in the book to make life miserable for me.

Daisy suddenly looked at him, a little stunned, but quickly smiled and said: "I'm back, I brought you documents." Atlas still hadn't responded, his eyes were still attentively following her every step. Today, Daisy wore a light purple off-shoulder dress that only reached her knees, revealing her slender waist and extremely seductive white legs, making any man who saw her fascinated. Atlas seemed unable to take his eyes off her. In a moment, Daisy was standing next to Atlas, she placed the stack of documents next to him and asked: "What are you doing?" She glanced at his laptop, some drawings were being presented, was he working? Daisy was a little surprised.

I want it sorted, but I don't want anyone seeing Daisy here yet. "Sure thing. I already have measurements, so I will get everything sorted. Just dance studio nothing special?" "Include a pole or two. I'm going, get it sorted." Hanging up I walk out hearing the low hum of music. Walking towards the stairs I stop at Daisy's room. My eyes widen as she dances, a black leather skirt and a corset. Standing I don't move, just watching as she dances and places the items away we bought today. Turning I storm downstairs, reaching the bottom my brothers look at me.

I removed my entire clothes and she did the same. She wanted to say something but I shut her up with another kiss. "No", she almost yelled, breathing heavily like someone who just did a marathon. "I don't want to have sex, please." "I won't hurt you", I told her as she tried to get up. Daisy wanted to ruin my day, I thought to myself as I smiled wickedly and pulled her down, guiding myself into her gently as she cried out in pain.

Daisy was pretty and so innocent , her looks , her curved lips and the pointed nose that gave rich American descent the way she spoke slowly. Was it the way she yearned for me whenever I was close to her and the glitters in her eyes when I pulled away. I had my reasons for not touching her. if only she knew the things I would do to her if she moved closer to me. She was something dangerous to my heart,one thing was for sure , If I started I wouldn’t stop ever. She wanted me to touch her but if I like those lips of hers I would stop till they swallowed all her body oh! The way I would worship every inch.

She always did. "Who was the woman in red at the gala?" I asked. Victoria's hand stilled on her tablet. "Which woman?" "Red dress. Dark hair. Early twenties. She was at the bar." "Why do you care?" Good question. I didn't know the answer. "Just curious." "Her name is Sophia Chen. Catherine Chen's daughter. Political family, old money, nothing special." Victoria's tone was dismissive. "Why?" Because she'd walked away from me. Because her eyes had held something I couldn't name not attraction, not intimidation, but something colder. Recognition, maybe, though we'd never met.

Daisy “Tell me what you did, Daisy,” he commanded, his voice a lethal, breathless rumble against my back. He delivered another heavy, punishing spank to the other cheek, making my internal walls clench and gush more fluid down my legs. “Say it. Tell me what you did and what you want your husband to do to you for it.”:

"I prefer my privacy when I clear my head.” His voice dropped a little. “Do you play?” "Not really," Chelsea admitted, stepping closer into the circle of light. "But I’m a fast learner." "Aren't you?" Davis gave her a furtive, impressed smile that made her stomach flip. "Come here." She obeyed. He didn't just hand her the stick; he stepped behind her, his chest pressing firmly against her back. The sudden contact was electric. His body was a wall of heat, smelling of sandalwood and power. Chelsea’s breath hitched as he reached around her, his large, calloused hands guiding hers onto the wood.

" He is a serious character, and she is a fun, outgoing, adventurous young lady. I was in the middle of the part when Lizzie and Mr. Darcy kissed. Out of nowhere, someone grabbed my book out of my hand. "Hey! Give me my book back". I looked up and saw Wade Freaking Jefferson with my book in his hands. With a smirk. Oh no, not him, anything but my sex... I mean my nightmare bully." I started to shake in my seat. Oh please! leave me alone. She thought. "Well...well... isn't my" little virgin Cherry "with a smirk on his face." He put his hand on my thigh.