Daisy Taylor Chastity Novels & Stories

I decided then and there, that I wanted Chasity Dawson and that I will fight to make her mine. Mine, I thought to myself.

"And, this is my belated Christmas gift to you." When I accepted the license from him, I realized it was for a flower shop he'd opened for me, right in the middle of Coralsville. I hugged the license to my chest and looked at him, unaware of the tears streaming down my face. Louis scooped me into an embrace. "You're a grown woman. What's with all the tears?" he teased. As he spoke, he leaned down gently toward me. My tears melted into his kiss. … A few days later, my company notified me that the previous incident had been thoroughly investigated and that I had indeed not leaked any company data.

she said, grinning, “happy first day of work!” I took the box warily and opened it. Inside was a realistic, veiny, flesh-colored dildo complete with a suction cup base. I stared at it in horror. “Daisy!” “What? You keep asking me questions about dicks like I’m a walking encyclopedia. Figured you should have a visual aid. His name is Chad. He’s very supportive.” I shoved the box back at her. “I am not using that. I’m saving myself for marriage.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re twenty-eight, Mia. Your pussy is going to file for emancipation if you keep neglecting her.”

At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

I kept going, edging myself stupid, the dildo stretching me wide with every thrust until my legs shook and my toes curled, but I pulled back just before I could cum, whimpering like a denied whore. I knew deep down it was likely we’d never actually meet, but fuck, that made it hotter, the fantasy of him watching me fall apart like this. Energized and still dripping down my thighs, I checked my notifications, scrolling fast, and there it was: the announcement for that masked dark romance author meet-up happening the same in 30 minutes right in the city. R. Kane confirmed to appear. My pussy clenched hard around nothing just reading it. “Holy shit, what am I doing!” I muttered to myself, a wil

he said sarcastically. Cassandra smiled a little as she started tying his tie. “Let me give you some quick notes on everyone so you won’t be at dinner like a bump on a log not knowing what’s what and who’s who. Chastity and Chelsea are the youngest Van Dyke sisters. They’re twins but not identical.” “Yes, I remember two of them were twins at the very least.” “Chelsea is married to Derek Dawson. They just had a baby a few months ago. A boy named Davidson.”

Skylar crashed on the bed again as she searched for the name of the model on the internet, and continued checking the pictures of her that she had been scrolling through right before Amelia called. She hated to admit that the model in question seemed so perfect in every way, that it was so undisputable if he was truly her girlfriend. Daisy Dallas was a twenty-five-year-old stunning model with gorgeous big green and attractive facial features that were both captivating and enthralling to anyone around her. She had a great body, was one of the top five models in the country, was wealthy, and had a rich Mum, who ran a lingerie brand. She was nothing compared to her. She could never be.

She stroked her hair and said helplessly, "Forget it. It's up to you!" "It's nothing. Maybe I'll think he's nice and fall in love with him..." Daisy whispered as she walked into the bathroom with her head drooped. "What?" Chole didn't know whether to laugh or not. When Daisy entered the bathroom, she immediately dialed Sean's number. "Chole, it's so early. Is there something wrong with Daisy?" Sean answered the phone quickly. Chole was his undercover agent. When he received her phone call, he naturally thought that it had something to do with Daisy.

But when I saw her squirming in the red dress, her cleavage annoyingly visible under the spotlight and Matteo Donovan was about to win the bid for her — something in me snapped and I cracked. “Quit staring at me, Keir. I couldn't let Donovan buy her, he's a psycho.” A white lie. Donovan doesn't only buy girls. He ruins them. Even though we were going to save all of the girls later anyway — something about Matteo going home with her, ruining her or even touching her just didn't sit right with me. Why? I have no fu***ing answer to that. Daisy Manchester. I slam her file on the desk. She's not even special. Just a girl who works as a PR manager in a small company.

I mumbled, as I was still only half awake. Daisy turned and smiled widely at me. Her short boyish hairstyle accentuated her sharp cheekbones and brown intelligent eyes, which were currently sparkling with excitement. Daisy, being a damned brilliant engineer, was currently finishing up her degree in Robotic Science. She was extremely passionate about creating new and improved robots. She licked the ketchup off of her index finger, while walking over to hug me. Still somewhat asleep, I remained motionless and she continued to tighten her arms around me. “Oh babe, I came to help you! This is your first day as President Gray’s secretary. Aren’t you excited?!” She asked, practically bouncing up a