Mr M's .P.O.V
Fuck it!!!
What am I going to do if she says no. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I need the extra time to worm my way in, but if she's not willing to give it, I may go insane.
She stays silent. Through the darkness and into the light of her room, I watch as her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Her back is straight with her feet planted on the floor. The split in her nightie is open enough that I can see her flat stomach and the tops of her thighs. The wisp of material covering her pussy is so small, it's barely noticeable. She bites her bottom lip, mimicking what I'm dying to do.
I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."
Although she agreed, she still keeps her eyes on the window.
"Do you have the scarf?" I ask.
she nods, knowing I can see her.
"I want you to use it to cover your eyes. Tie it good for me." I keep my voice low.
She hesitates, thinking about my statement if she should do as I ask, suddenly she gives another nod.
"Good girl. After you do that, I want you to lie back against the pillows and wait for me Daddy is coming."I said smiling.
"But how will you get in?" she asks with uncertainty but with a sexy tone.
"Don't worry about that. But you have to promise not to remove the scarf."
Time stands still as I wait for her acceptance. I wonder if I've pushed too far and asked too much of her. I can understand her reluctance. I'm a stranger, and I'm asking her to trust me with not only entering her home, but also with her body. She has no reason to, but obviously there's something about me that makes her want to.Even the fear that I'm sure she's feeling of knowing I'm so close and can do irreparable damage to her won't keep her from saying yes.
"I promise." She says it so quietly, I barely heard her say it.
A bout of pleasure rushes into my chest and goes straight to my cock. It pulses in my jean, and I felt a drop of precum leak from the tip.
"Go ahead, Beautiful," I coax in a strained voice.
I stand in the shadows and wait with anticipation as she grabs the silk scarf from beside her and presses the material against her eyes. After she ties it in place, she slowly scoots back until she's lying with her head on the pillows.
"Stay there and wait for me."
Even to my own ears, my tone sounds rough.
I turn away from the window and am about to hang up, when her frantic voice stops me.
"Wait!"
When I turn back, her body is as stiff as a board. The hand that's not clutching the phone is balled into a fist at her side. Even through the window, I can feel the tension radiating off
I watch through the window as a stunning smile crosses her lips. It almost takes my fucking breath away.
"What are you doing right now?" I ask, just to see what she says.
"Lying on my bed, talking to you."
"Did you like my gift?"
"I did... it's gorgeous. Thank you." She says as she lovingly fiddles with the hem of the nightie. "I'm wearing it right now, actually."
"I know," I reveal softly.
Her fingers stop playing with the material and her body gives a small jerk. Her eyes begin darting around the room. "What? How?"
"Hush," I soothe, and watch her body relax slightly, although she still seems a little tense. "I'll explain later. Tell me how it feels against your skin."
It takes her several seconds, but she lays her head back against the headboard and lets out a small sigh before answering.
"It feels good. It's soft and smooth, and it feels cool. I love how it fits perfectly against my curves. It makes me feel incredibly sexy. How did you know what I wanted?"
"I've already told you, there's a lot I know about you. You deserve everything you've ever wanted, Daisy, and I needed to know what those things were. I plan to be the man that gives you everything and make your deepest darkest desires come to life ." I said
"I have a confession," I whisper to her.
Through the window, I watch as Daisy adjusts on the bed and scissors her legs, like she's trying to relieve an ache between them.
"What?" It sounds like a moan and my body goes completely rigid.
"I can see you." The whisper comes out huskily.
I'm prepared when Daisy quickly sits up in bed. Her gaze snaps around the room for a split second before it lands on the window. I've already stepped back into the shadows so she can't see me.
She scoots to the side of the bed and prepares to get up when I demand, "Don't."
It's obvious she's waging a war in her head as she sits on the side of the bed, her eyes stuck on the window and her body tense.
"I know it's not exactly what you wanted, but we do this my way for now. Okay?"
I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."
When she speaks next, I have to press the phone harder to my ear to hear her.
"What in the hell am I doing, Mr M? How do I know you won't come in here and hurt me?"
The vulnerability I hear in her voice damn near crushes my lungs. I hate hearing this scared and uncertain side of Daisy.
I make sure my voice is strong when I reply. I want her to take my words to heart and know them for the truth they are.
"Daisy, I would rather cut off all my limbs, I won't hurt you I just want to give you pleasure I want to be allowed to worship you. You have no reason to trust me, but I swear on everything I am that I would never hurt you, because if I do, I would be hurting myself."
She takes a shaky breath that I not only hear over the phone, but also see. It's hard to stay on this side of the window when I see her struggling with her decision. I want to go to her and show her that I would never hurt her. I hope she gives me the chance.
After several tense seconds, her chest deflates and the tension in her body lessens. The ache in my stomach decreases.
"Okay then come in here and make love to me " she says delicately.