I relaxed into whatever it was he needed in this moment and gave myself over to the pleasure. I curled my fingers into his sheets and let him swirl his tongue expertly around my clit, sucking me deep into his mouth and grazing me with his teeth. I came so hard and so fast, I could feel the sheets underneath me dampen with the evidence of my orgasm.
Emile came up and crushed his lips on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, demanding I taste myself. He pressed his fully dressed form against my naked one.
"You're brave, letting a man accused of cannibalism so close to parts you don't want to lose." He grinned wildly, sitting back enough for me to lean up. I grabbed for his belt and he tore at his shirt, both of us determined to get him naked as quickly as possible. In a flash, he was pushing his hard cock inside me and flipping me over so I was sitting on his lap, taking him to the base. I raised my arms, and he leaned over, running his tongue across the tattoo he'd given me all those years ago.
"You're such a beautiful little freak, Daisy. You're my beautiful little freak. Can you fuck me like that, baby? Fuck me like you're scared of me?"
I gulped. His dirty words, paired with my recent orgasm, made me dizzy. He leaned me back and took a pointednipple into his mouth, biting it softly. I gasped, and soon my hips were moving, needing another orgasm, pleading for it. He relished in my soft begging.
"Yes, baby. Fuck me, you beautiful little freak. What would you do if they came here right now and arrested me, painting me as just another fucking monster, and you, as the one who loved me? Would you leave me? Daisy, would you still love me?" he pleaded as I rode him. He bucked his hips with mine, making every thrust harder, deeper, stronger, until finally, my body couldn't take it anymore and another explosion of euphoria roared through.
"Yes!" I cried out as my body flooded with heat and pleasure. I pushed him down onto the bed and ground his cock as deep as I could get it into my wanting, needy body. I threw my head back and savored the feelings of pure bliss as I rode him, and then finally, when I came back down, I looked down at him. He was staring up at me, a huge grin on his face.
"You are so fucking gorgeous when you're coming," he complimented, then pulled out. He moved me to face the pillows and pushed my back down, pulling my ass up into the air. He spread my lips open and rammed his cock inside me, causing me to let out a low groan. He felt so good inside me, even after two orgasms. Soon, as he started to thrust, I realized I needed another.
"Are you going to come again, Daisy?" he teased. I pushed against him, silently pleading for it. He shifted his hips and his cock hit my G-spot in such a way I came undone so completely my legs shook as I came. He had to hold me up to finish, and when he finally groaned and pumped hard and deep into me in the way I'd begun to learn was his big finish, I realized the answers to all his questions.
I wouldn't care if it were true. All of it. I loved him toomuch to care. Maybe it was. Maybe he had eaten her after I'd left. But it didn't matter. That was Emile, and he was gone. All that was left was Gatsby. We were each other's green lights, and it was growing increasingly obvious, with the need for more pleasure making my pussy throb even after, that I was, indeed, his beautiful little freak.
Chapter 42
Daisy
I woke before him,and, not wanting to disturb his arm around me, I lay awake, staring at the wall for a long time. My mind went through the last twenty-four hours.
He gave me flowers.
He gave me an orchestra.
I snuggled deeper into him, clenching my thighs together.
He gave me Emile.
A light tear slid down my cheek, thinking about him. While his hands and words were rough and dirty, it was the most vulnerable he'd ever been around me. He hadn't said much, but he finally let me in. Or at least opened the door a crack. I had a feeling that I'd only just seen a sliver of the light behind the door that was the man formerly known as Emile Dumas.
While it seemed the Dumas was gone for good, I hoped that someday I'd be allowed to meet Emile in full.
Gatsby rolled over, his warm, strong arm leaving my body. I waited and then silently slid out of bed. I went to the closet and carefully opened drawers until I found panties, anightgown, and a white silk robe that went to the floor. I dressed, then tiptoed out of his bedroom suite, leaving him to rest.
I could explore now.
I took my time wandering through the impressive mansion. It was so much bigger than the one Max had bought for us across the lake. I had a feeling that was intentional, Gatsby buying this house specifically. Of course, I wasn't surprised he managed to get something directly across from me, but he'd purposely made sure it was the largest property on the lake. I recalled the renovations, and how I hadn’t given it a second thought about who was doing them then.
If only I'd known it was him.
I sighed as I walked down the halls, opening doors and peering inside. I found members of his staff in some rooms, dusting, organizing little things. They nodded politely and smiled at me as I continued my exploration of the Gatsby Estate. Everything felt so welcoming, so warm, so hopeful, until I came across two double-sided doors that were locked. I tried them harder, but they didn't budge. How odd.
I made a mental note to ask Gatsby when he woke up why everything else was open but this one.
"Hello, Daisy."
I turned to see a young, handsome Black man with a kind smile staring at me from the end of the hall. He wore a black suit, like all the other male-presenting members of Gatsby's staff.
"Hello," I said hesitantly.
"You look a little lost. I'm Dewayne, Mr. Gatsby's assistant. Can I take you down to get some breakfast? Jules is a fantastic chef."
I looked back toward the locked door one more time, frowned, but then stepped away to join Dewayne.
