My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

Two Weeks Later

After getting ready, I emerge from the bathroom and find Luke lying on the sofa, shirtless. He has come over after dropping Hope at school.

How can this man look so tempting all the time?

I stroll towards him and lie on top of him, my legs between his, my hands stroking his hair, his hand caressing my buttocks, our eyes locked in an intense gaze.

It’s been two weeks since our relationship started, and we haven’t left a single corner of this villa untouched. Yet, we can’t seem to get enough of each other. We still go on dates, but most of the time we stay home, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Even on our dates, we end up making love in the washroom or the car.

God, we’re insatiable for each other.

“You know, Luke, I never thought I could be this happy,” I whisper, running my hands through his silky hair.

“Neither did I, Daisy.” He slides his hand up my back, sending shivers down my spine. “But here we are, making up for lost time.”

I chuckle, resting my head on his chest. I never thought I would be lying in his arms like this, with him holding me like I’m his entire world.

However, there’s something I’ve been missing about him lately.

I raise my head from his chest to look at him. “Luke.”

“Yes, Butterfly.” He gently brushes my hair with his fingers, his blue eyes fixed on my face.

“I miss the controlling side of you.” His hands pause and his eyes slightly widen at my words. I continue, “I long for the way you used to command me, tie me up, and take control.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Two weeks of vanilla sex have been mind-blowing, but deep down, I crave that controlling side of him-the feeling of being completely at his mercy.

A smirk spreads across his face, and I can see the familiar glint of dominance returning to his eyes. “Is that so, Daisy?” His voice drops to a husky whisper, and his hand glides up to my neck. “You want me to take charge again?”

I nod, feeling a thrill run through me. “Yes, Luke. I want to feel that again.”

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my face closer to him. “Then let’s not waste any time,” he says, his voice filled with authority. “Get on your knees.”

My heart skips a beat, and my eyes widen in surprise at his command. I didn’t think he would take charge at this very moment.

“Didn’t you hear me, Butterfly?” He whispers in my ear, causing my breath to become heavy with anticipation.

Without wasting a single second, I slide off him, kneel on the floor, and look up at him, awaiting his next command.

He stands before me, his eyes darkening with an authority that sends a rush of heat through my body.

“You know, Daisy.” He cups my chin and tilts my head up to meet his gaze. “Dominating women like this is in my nature and it gives me pleasure. But I had been controlling myself for the past two weeks because I thought you would hate me.”

I shake my head. “No, Luke. I never hated you for that. I despised you for treating me with cruelty and cheating on me. Being at your mercy during our sexual encounters was one of the things I loved most.”

A smile flashes on his face. “I’m glad to hear that, Daisy. Because from now on, I won’t hold back. I’ll give you what you truly desire.” He grabs my hair and tugs my head backwards before leaning in and capturing my lips in a purely dominating kiss, sending a pool of heat between my legs. His lips are demanding, and I can feel his control in every movement. The kiss ends as abruptly as it began, leaving me breathless and craving more.

He stands straight and takes a step back, his searing, intense gaze glued on me. “Please me, now,” he commands in his husky tone, sending a direct jolt of electricity to my core.

That’s the effect his authoritative tone has over me, and I’ve longed for it.

“With pleasure, Luke.” I grin, opening his jeans’ button, and as I pull down his jeans and boxers, his shaft springs free.

As I move to take him in my mouth, he stops me with a condition. “Stop. You have to make me cum without using your hands, mouth, or any of your holes.”

My eyes widen in shock. How will I do it?

“Follow my command, Butterfly, or else you’ll have to face the consequences.” He warns me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before settling down on the sofa.

“How can this be possible?” I stare at him, confused.

“It can be.” He smirks, glancing at my chest, causing my eyes to widen in surprise and my cheeks to turn red.

Yes, it can happen. But I’ve never done this before. My heart races with nervousness.

“You can do this, right?” He asks in a soft tone.

I nod because I want to follow his command and please him the way he wants.

After standing up, I pull off my dress and kneel before him, my heart pounding in my chest. I reach behind to unclasp my bra and my breasts fall free. Luke’s eyes, dark with desire and authority, watch my every move, making my skin tingle.

I hope I can pleasure him properly. It’s a challenge that thrills me.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “I can do this.”

After leaning forward, I place my breasts around his hot, rigid shaft and squeeze them together with my hands to envelop him in their softness. Luke’s breath becomes heavy, and I take that as encouragement, moving my breasts up and down his length.

“You’re doing well, Daisy.” Luke murmurs, his voice gruff with pleasure. His praise fuels my determination, and I increase the rhythm, watching his face contort with bliss. His eyes are locked on mine, the intensity in them pulsing my clit.

Fuck! This is insane.

I need him right now. But I know I have to give him what he desires first.

As I continue, I can feel his hardness throbbing between my breasts, each movement bringing him closer to the edge. His hands grip the sofa tightly, knuckles white.

“Faster,” he commands, his voice hoarse. I comply, pushing my breasts together more firmly and moving faster, my nipples grazing his skin.

He throws his head back, closing his eyes and moaning my name. “Fuck! Daisy, you’re so good. You never stop amazing me.”

Pleasing Luke and hearing his groans give me a different kind of pleasure, and I can feel myself getting wetter just from the power I have over his pleasure.

“It’s enough. I want to come inside you.” As he states this, I stop immediately. “Take off your panties and lie on your front.” He points at the sofa.

I comply with his orders in haste because I can’t wait to feel him inside me, either.

He hovers behind me, and grasping my hands behind my back, he jabs deep into me without a warning, causing me to scream in pleasure.

“You were so damn good today, Butterfly.” He praises me, pounding into me, making me quiver under him with every hard and deep thrust. “I’m impressed.”

Fuck! It feels so good.

Will I ever get enough of this man?