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A Bronx Boy Fills His Dream Girl

By: Eroticdreamescape



I hope you enjoy this entry in the 2014 Summer Lovin' Contest. This is short, predominantly romantic story, with elements of domination and reluctant consent. Please enjoy. And please remember to VOTE! Thanks! 

PLEASE NOTE: This is a resubmission. In a perfect world, where I had more time, I would be sure an editor would review this piece. I'm the only set of 'eyes' however. If you expect a perfectly, publishable piece of work you may want to skip this story. 

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Daisy didn't want to go to her sister Stella's party. She hated crowds, small talk and was riddled with anxiety as she drove toward the secluded beach house located on a long peninsula in Warwick, Rhode Island. Never one for small talk or the company of strangers she tried in earnest to avoid superficial, social gatherings altogether. Her sister was the social diva. Stella was outgoing, had many friends and was at ease with people. Today the whole place would be too loud and too crowed. Daisy was an introvert and she'd be ready to crawl out of her skin after an hour of being there.

The enormous, rambling estate was the sister's second home during the warm summer months when they were growing up. As girls, they'd built dreamy sand castles and played in the cresting waves on the long, lonely stretch of sand where the house stood. However the place was now overrun with young, self-serving attorneys and staff and all their mutual guests. Today Stella and her husband were hosting his companies' July summer party. The owner, whom Daisy had yet to meet, offered to pick up the entire tab if the couple hosted the shindig at their beach house. 

It was heavily rumored Jason was about to make partner in the firm. He'd be the first employee to get the highly coveted position. Stella had met the boss many times before but mostly at the office or out for cocktails in Boston. He'd never been to their house before. The boss would have an opportunity, under the guise of a social event, to really get to know Jason and his family outside of work. While everyone else would be partying, Stella would be stressing all day, making sure everything was perfect. She really needed her sister there for moral support.

As party guests arrived and got down to drinking and being merry, Daisy entered through the back door and immediately got busy in the kitchen. She rummaged through the drawers and found a faded, frilly apron in the way bottom. A few of people, hired to cater the party were dashing about and didn't seem to notice her. A pile of dirty dishes was already stacked high on the counter. She walked toward the large sink and sank her hands into the soapy water. Daisy would keep herself very busy. Her ulterior motive was to avoid the crowds of people in the other rooms, as much as possible.

Stella was startled when she walked through the kitchen door and saw her little sister standing over the sink. She was so pretty but she looked awful wearing that old lady apron! Daisy looked up and smiled but continued washing the sink full of dishes.

"Why didn't you come through the front door Daisy?" She pecked her sister's cheek and hugged her tightly. 

"And why are you cleaning my dishes? That's the hired helps job."

"It needed to be done. You know I love you but I don't want to socialize with a bunch of strangers. So here I stand, getting dish pan hands."

"How do you expect to meet new people if you don't get out there? Honestly, I know the house is teaming with sharks today but they really don't bite." Can't you try to be a little bit social?" She urged.

"I'll put on my best 'social face' later. I'm meeting that attorney today, from Jason's firm, umm, Jonathan Fisher? Yes, that's his name. Just a really casual get together, don't read into it Stella." Daisy kept scrubbing away. Stella tossed her plate on the counter and rolled her eyes. 

Stella worried constantly for her younger sibling. Daisy was twenty-seven, brilliant, well educated and beautiful but she'd already been so severely traumatized when she was seventeen. Daisy watched helplessly when their mother jumped to her death from the rocky cliffs near the beach house. The sensitive girls gentle soul was heavily pitted and marred after her death. Her once bubbly personality changed so quickly. She'd become withdrawn and a recluse. Daisy hadn't been quite right after their mother's suicide.

"You have a date and you barely remember his name? That's really great Daisy!" Stella yanked her sister's pretty hands out of the water so she'd pay attention.

"When Jason showed John your picture he couldn't wait to meet you. He was overjoyed when you emailed and said you'd be here today. Aren't you just a tad interested in meeting him? He's gorgeous!"

"Not a date, just a casual get together." She dug her hands into the soapy water again. 

"Men are so predictable." Daisy murmured. 

"If she has big breasts, long legs and blonde hair nothing else important matters, does it? Like brains, a decent set of values, etcetera, etcetera... the list goes on. So much more matters, but looks win out every time, don't they? "

"Oh, it really sucks to be objectified. Beauty is your curse isn't it? Give me a break and deal with it sister! Men are visual creatures. You could be an old married lady and look like this!" She waved a hand over her very pregnant belly.

****

Daisy resumed her work in the kitchen after Stella left and went all 'social butterfly" on her. The caterers and hired wait staff were surprised and grateful for the help. The male workers nearly drooled over the stunning woman dressed in a ridiculous apron. None dare hit on her though. Her stature, manners and grace were clearly head and shoulders above any average woman. Daisy was gracious and warm to everyone but her looks and regal bearing intimidated all the men in the kitchen on that sweltering July day. 

Daisy offered to take a huge tray of canapés into the packed living room. Since she was a child she loved the floor to ceiling plate glass window that allowed unfettered and sweeping views of the cool blue Atlantic Ocean. Her mother called the room Daisy's 'dreamy spot.' Whenever Daisy needed a respite from noise and people, that's where she'd be. She always loved that room and would gladly sift through the fray of people if she could take in the view for a moment.

As she made her way toward the enormous dining room table, Daisy had to maneuver through the masses of bumping arms and unsteady tipsy bodies. She didn't notice the man whose eyes were completely riveted on her. Stella then reached out from the swell of the crowd and grabbed her sister.

"Daisy, come here!" She dragged her forward. The tray swayed precariously in her hands. 

Stella was energetic and happily ensconced, shoulder-to-shoulder in the mix. The crush of the noisy group had the opposite affect on her sister. Daisy sighed. Her intention was to leave the tray on the table and make a steady beeline back into the kitchen. Her sister apparently had other ideas. "Stella... take it easy! I kind of have my hands full here!" Daisy huffed as her sister shoved her in front of the man who'd been watching her intently. 

"Daisy, this is Vincent Forno, owner and managing partner of Jason's firm. Vincent this is my sister, Daisy." Stella beamed not realizing the color had all but drained from her sister's face.

Daisy nearly dropped the tray once she recognized him. Luckily, an astute waiter realized the canapés were ready to take a nosedive and he grabbed the platter just in time. She stood almost nose-to-nose with the man she had a one night stand with months earlier. She knew him as 'Kurt Fanelli.' He lied about his name, but she gave him fake name too. Her mouth suddenly went dry. 

Vincent Forno, aka 'Kurt' was Jason's boss? Oh, how perfect! Daisy thought. He'd stalked her all night at the New Years Eve party last winter. Followed her to a quite area tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the main hall and eventually sweet talked her right into his bed at a nearby hotel. He was the first man ever to give her multiple orgasms. Daisy blushed deep red as she remembered her incessant, needful screams of pleasure that prompted the occupants in the next room to bang on the wall and yell at them to keep the noise down. She left him early the next morning while he slept. Daisy had no intention of seeing him again and saw no point of wishing him a fond farewell. 

"Well, hello Daisy," Vincent grasped her hand in his iron grip. His nails were perfectly buffed to a glossy shine "the pleasure is all mine, what beautiful name you have." A trace of a smile curled at his lip. 

Vincent's grin seemed to mock her as if he knew she was crumbling inside. It took all her poise to keep her hand from shaking under his insistent grip. Stella, still oblivious to what was passing between the two of them, merrily grabbed two champagne flutes from a waiter's platter. She shoved one glass under her sister's nose. Daisy almost dropped the flute as she tried to precariously balance the paper-thin stem between her long trembling fingers.

"Have a drink for me little sister. I'll be so happy when I can imbibe after the baby is born." She raised the glass.

"Everyone, listen up!" She called out to the crowded room.

"Here's to great food, wine and company. Thank you Vincent! Here's to you!" As people cheerfully raised their glasses, Forno and Daisy locked eyes.

****

Forno was the consummate Lawyer. Never ruffled under pressure, cool, calm and confidant, but that woman, 'Daisy' was his undoing since the day he met her. While he was jabber jawing with a few employees something pricked at his neck. She felt her. Vincent turned around there she was inches from his face. After all these months of searching for her she was literally right under his nose!

Vincent's heart was pounding. This July day was hot and humid. Barely a welcoming sea breeze cooled the sultry air and was made so much hotter by her smoldering presence. Perspiration was bubbling under his skin but his iron will refused its release. As soon as he saw her he wanted to drag her away and pull off every stitch of clothing from her perfect body and fuck her raw. 

Forno wanted her with a desperation a man would sell his soul for when he first saw her at the party in Boston last winter. She was his perfect, ideal woman. She was the precise blend of class, sweetness and had an unassuming cool elegance a lesser man might mistake for snobbery. 

Vincent reveled in the vivid details of their lovemaking. He not only penetrated her wet hungry body, he knew he touched her soul and filled her long repressed need for primitive lust. They made love for hours, tearing into each other, feeding off one another. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep tightly gripped in each others arms but she stole away while he slept and left him in emotional tailspin ever since. 

She left behind her Hermes scarf and the scent of her expensive perfume on the pillow. He took the scarf and the pillowcase and closely guarded the two treasured items. He'd searched for her ever since. Vincent Forno was hell bound and determined he would find the woman who stole his heart that night. 

So her real name was Daisy? She told him her name was Maude. She was definitely not a 'Maude.' Vincent chuckled to himself he wasn't a 'Kurt' either.

****

"Mr. Forno, so very nice to meet you." Daisy lied as her body went numb.

Daisy offered a ladylike shake; not too firm but not limp. She had to remain polite, cool and detached but inside her brain was scrambled. She'd forgotten how imperfectly sexy he was. A prominent aquiline nose and perfect Romanesque features enhanced his rugged good looks. She wouldn't allow him to unglue her though. 

Daisy lost her resolve almost immediately when her heavy champagne flute, wet from the humidity, slipped from her trembling hand and landed on the glossy wood floor, shattering into sharp, jagged lumps and slivers. People jumped out of the way to avoid the spray of glass and liquid. Daisy's face reddened as dark as a mean sunburn. 

"Would someone please give us a hand?" Stella called out motioning frantically to the wait staff. She was eight months pregnant and couldn't even bend over let alone drop to all fours and clean up the mess. 

Both Daisy and Vincent instantaneously bobbed to the floor reaching for the haphazard glass shards and nearly bumped heads. Their eyes met and locked. Sweaty waiters dressed in white long sleeved shirts dashed toward the shattered glass. He glared at her, his anger palatable but the cocky grin never wavered.

"So Daisy is your real name, huh? Imagine my surprise waking up alone in a cold, empty bed New Year's morning. I thought you'd stick around for more. You certainly sounded like you enjoyed---yourself." Vincent's perfect white teeth were gleaming through a wicked smile. 

"Please don't be vulgar!" Daisy whispered in a panic, afraid he'd draw attention to her. Her face became redder. She was a jumble of nerves when she grabbed for a large jagged piece of broken glass. 

"Daisy be careful, let the waiters take care of this, you'll cut yourself!" Stella called out but was too late.

An inch-sized fragment of glass sliced into her palm. Crimson red dropped onto the perfectly polished floor and dripped into small pools of scarlet. Vincent instantaneously yanked the piece out of her tender flesh. Daisy cried out in pain. She immediately clasped her hand over the cut trying to stop the bleeding. 

Vincent grabbed a linen handkerchief monogrammed with the letter "F" from the pocket of his khaki trousers. He quickly wrapped the clean fabric around her cut. Blood seeped through, quickly staining the pure white cloth. 

"Thank you." Daisy whispered looking away nervously. She pulled her hand out of his and rose hastily off the floor. 

Waiters descended upon the landmine of broken glass. The poor fellows were working hard. A thin layer of perspiration covered their faces and sweat collected in their armpits and wicked through their shirts. As they quickly cleaned the floor many partygoers moved outside much to Daisy's relief. The molten sun was slowly moving behind a row of tall, green leafy trees, offering a much-needed respite from the bone melting heat. 

"Daisy!" Stella's eyes bulged open when she saw her sister's wrapped, blood soaked hand. 

"Take it easy Ella, it's not bad, no need to fuss." 

"Come on I'll help you wash up and get that cut bandaged." Stella began to drag her little sister toward the kitchen. 

"Stella, I'm fine, you're busy. "I'll take care of myself."

One thing Daisy detested was having attention drawn to her while swarms of people were buzzing around. Vincent hovered nearby. He clenched his fingers tightly as he glared at her, his face etched with both contempt and concern.

Someone shouted her sister's name across the room while frantically pointing outside. An important task only she could handle apparently. Stella called out to them and said she was busy at the moment. 

A hand gently grasped Daisy's hip and she nearly jumped. Forno was standing so close she could feel his body heat. His touch made her furious, the impertinence! But she ached for him as well.

"I'll take care of her Stella." Vincent spoke up, as smooth, calm and cool as ever. 

Forno smiled as he stroked Daisy's hip. She tried to brush him off discreetly, but he kept his palm glued to her shapely curve. Stella didn't notice of course. He was way too clever for that. Forno read her body language well. Vincent knew he unnerved her and he seemed to revel in the power she forfeited to him as he gently stroked her hip. He also knew she was too much of a lady and wouldn't make a scene. 

"I'm capable of caring for myself, thank you though." Daisy's mouth was so dry she barely got the words out.

After breaking free from Vincent's possessive hold, Daisy bolted into the kitchen. Stella sighed in frustration as she started off after her. 

"I'll give her a hand, Stella, don't worry." Vincent touched her arm lightly.

"Thanks for acting so fast Vincent. She'll be fine, I'm sure. I know...I know perfectly well she can take care of herself but she's been so distracted and absent minded lately." 

"I should check on the cut and make sure it doesn't need stitches." He was itching to get his hands on her again. He'd be damned if she got away from him this time.

Stella's protective instincts kicked in. She knew Vincent well enough to know his concern wasn't purely altruistic. Although he had the bucks, charm and prestige he didn't have a prayer with her sister. He was too rough around the edges. Even with all of Daisy's refinement, she wouldn't be able to smooth him out enough to suit her sophistication and grace. 

****

Daisy hoped the caterers and wait staff would be mulling around so she wouldn't be alone. The place was empty except for the haphazard stacks of dirty, fine china littering the countertops, needing a hand washing. Vincent wouldn't leave her alone. He'd be in that kitchen in a flash and she knew it. He was a bull and she was the red flag.

Daisy was leaning over the sink when she felt his body press into her from behind. She froze, waiting for his next move. Vincent reached over and turned on the faucet. He seized her palm. She yelped and tried to pull away.

"Calm down! I'm trying to help." He barked. After carefully unwrapping the blood sodden cloth from her hand, he guided the wounded flesh into the lukewarm stream of water. Forno gently pressed his crotch into her, just grazing the thin fabric of her prim sundress. Daisy gasped. His cock became hard and he purposely pressed into her shapely buttocks. She tried to elbow him but he had her pinned. 

Daisy should've pushed him away then slapped his face but she really wanted him to touch and caress her and do all the things he did to her before. All those lick, thrusts and bites that made her scream. He wouldn't dare lift up her dress and fuck her right up against a sink full of dirty dishes, would he?

He cleaned the cut in silence. The only sound between them was the rushing water cascading over her injured hand. Even the cool water didn't keep her body from overheating. After a minute he pressed his lips into her ear.

"Maude, huh? Well I should'a known that wasn't your real name" he chuckled. 

"Well, you don't look like a 'Kurt' either." 

Vincent laughed then lightly nibbled at her tiny earlobe. The antique pearl and diamond earrings she inherited from her grandmother pressed into her skin. Daisy shivers of intense arousal coursed through her body and he knew it.

"I had my reasons for deceiving you." He whispered hoarsely. "Well, I'd like to know your reasons!"

"If I gave you my real name you would've known I was lawyer. A woman as classy, beautiful and intelligent as you, normally aren't fond of attorneys. I realized after talking with you more I made a terrible mistake"

"And with very good reason apparently."

"I didn't expect to fall hard for you Daisy! I've spent months searching for you. Even though all the men's eyes were glued to you, lusted for you at the party, not one could name you. No, no one heard of a 'Maude.' You wore that fancy facemask with all those feathers, a very clever disguise. I knew that wasn't your real name but what the hell else did I have to go on? Now here you are, my employees sister!" He snorted.

"I wasn't playing a game of hide and seek with you Vincent. I didn't want to be found." She tried in earnest to remain detached and unmoved as he continued to press into her. 

"Then why did you agree to come back to my hotel room, why did you agree to sleep with me?' His mood tipped suddenly from sexually charged and provocative to brooding and menacing. The anger in his voice made her uneasy. 

"I heard a rumor that Italian men are tremendous lovers. I wanted to test the assumption." She'd put his ego on the line.


A Bronx Boy Fills His Dream Girl



"Well what's the verdict?" he asked. His mood lightened a bit and his intensity waned. 

"You beguiled me that night and the alcohol intensified the effect. Most of the night was a blur." She lied.

The water was running clearer now as the blood began to clot. Daisy tried to pull her hand away but he maintained his firm grip. 

"You must have enjoyed yourself, Daisy. You had three orgasms while I ate your delicious pussy." 

His full lips grazed her lobe again. The tip of his tongue darted quickly against her earring. His flesh tasted her luscious skin. A hint of tangy metallic lingered in his mouth.

"Like I said, I don't remember much about our encounter," she whispered yet another lie. 'God, that felt so good!' she thought as she melted each time he licked her.

She loved the way he made her body feel but cursed him because of his power over her. Daisy of course remembered that night down to the last sordid detail. Forno was an intense and passionate lover. As she swelled and crested after each orgasm he continued to lick furiously at her clit, demanding she release again and again. No man had ever given her so much pleasure in one night. She dreamed of him incessantly and would wake from a sound sleep; in a cold sweat, despondent he was only a dream. 

"I have no desire to rekindle anything with you. I don't even like you!" Yet another lie escaped her pretty lips.

"Bullshit, you're a liar! You'll have to try harder to convince me you weren't on fire that night. I was the best sex you ever had. You want me as much as I want you and I'm hell bent on proving it. Stop fighting me!"

Daisy turned her head trying to avoid his touch. Vincent rested his nose on her cheek and closed his eyes. Their hearts were beating wildly. His breath smelled like peppermint. Just like that night in December. 

Forno's crisp linen shirt was rolled at up to his elbows, revealing thick, dark wiry hair on his forearms that now bore into her waist as he clenched her tightly. He was calm, cool, perfectly groomed and meticulously dressed. Years of spewing manipulative diatribe in a courtroom no doubt made him extremely cool under pressure and confident to a fault, Daisy tried to convince herself.

"You are intolerably arrogant and think way too highly of yourself. Why would a man like you ever think you were in my league? We come from very different worlds and your boorish manners only prove my point." 

She turned her chin up to him in defiance. A slightly crooked smile crossed his rugged, swarthy face. He remained calm and cool despite the anger bubbling in him over her cutting, snobbish insult. 

Forno grew up poor in a crowded tenement in a mostly Italian immigrant neighborhood in the Bronx, light years away from her proper, conservative and wealthy upbringing. When his uncle married a beautiful, blonde socialite Vincent's whole mindset changed. He was spellbound. His uncle's wife was pure class, so cool and sophisticated. His very traditional family was livid though. His grandmother cried because he didn't marry a nice catholic girl. If his uncle could have a wife like her so would Vincent. 

He would have woman with that face, that grace and class and a quiet intelligence too. Class and social barriers be damned. He'd break into that world no matter what. A tall order but he was determined and he'd waited with hungry and ferocious determination. 

"Seems the cut's stopped bleeding." He examined the wound carefully. He'd remain calm and neutral even though he wanted to lick her snotty little mouth clean with his tongue.

He had to break through her cool, standoffish exterior. Daisy was trying with all her might to push him away. He'd push harder though, much harder.

"Should make sure it's bandaged though. Must be a medicine cabinet in the bathroom, down the hall, maybe?" 

He took her elbow and began to lead her out of the kitchen. She yanked away but he grabbed her again and took a steady and menacing hold, nearly dragging Daisy toward his purposeful destination. Her pretty gold flats clacked loudly across the wooden floor as she tried to keep up with his frantic pace. 

****

Once inside the tiny powder room, Vincent closed, then locked the door He turned around and sauntered closer and closer until he had her pinned to the wall. Again, a cocky, self-assured grin was plastered across his mug. Then, he quickly pushed away from her.

"Sit." He ordered pointing toward a minuscule wicker chair sitting daintily in the corner. 

Daisy glared at him, her eyes glowering with hatred. She wasn't sure if she wanted to spit in his face or jump his bones. She despised his calculating, well-controlled demeanor.

The bathroom window was wide open and a welcoming wispy breeze caught the frilly curtains as the material danced in the sea breeze blowing off the Atlantic Ocean. This end of the house was quiet, away from the festivities on the lush front lawn. While guests were getting tipsy off expensive microbrews and costly white wines she was locked behind a door with a man ready to do whatever he wanted. 

Vincent rummaged through the cabinet in a clumsy haste. He was tossing aside various Band-Aids, ointments and lotions in his ardent search for a large enough dressing to cover the cut. Once procured, Forno carefully smoothed the bandage over her injured hand. He was kneeling before her, worshipping her, but all she could do was glare at him. Vincent knew Daisy thought he was too rough, crass and crude for her. 

Forno grew up in a tough, crime-ridden neighborhood. If you weren't a bad ass you'd be eaten alive. He was a boy from the hood long before rappers started rhyming about it. Forno had to fight hard, physically, mentally and emotionally for everything he got in life. In his youth, he used fists, threats and intimidation to stay alive. As a more mature man he'd learn to fine-tune some aspects of his rough personality, but deep down he was still a foul mouthed, tough kid from the Bronx. 

Daisy turned away from him. Her cheek pressed firmly into the wall to avoid his dark penetrating eyes. She remembered getting lost in those black eyes, last winter while running her hands through that thick, coarse black hair of his. So unbelievably thick she even murmured at the marvel of so much of it while his cock impaled her to the root. He penetrated her so deeply, with such powerful strokes, the hotel bed slammed mercilessly into the wall. No wonder the guests in the next room were so pissed. 

"I will effortlessly break you Daisy. Trying to avoid me is pointless." He began to nuzzle her cheek with his nose. 

"Why me? She finally asked pushing his face away from hers. 

"Is my rejecting you such a severe blow to your ego? You want me more why? Because I don't want you?" Vincent's didn't answer. He only smiled. Forno didn't give a hang about her cool, standoffish manner. He could care less about her pedigree. In fact he seemed as turned on by her aloofness as he was with her stunning looks. 

Forno leaned in closer to her. Daisy held her breath waiting for him to pounce. Vincent drew his fingers along the taut flesh of her straining neck. He inched his way closer until his nose grazed her skin. Daisy felt his hot breath on her, then his lips pressed into her as he thoroughly savored and sucked hungrily at her succulent flesh. She tasted like fresh summer strawberries, juicy off the vine. 

He continued to lick and suck. Daisy half-heartedly tried to fight him off, faltered, and then gave up. She whimpered then pushed her palms into his straining biceps, digging into the fabric of his shirt. Her mouth opened slightly. Vincent then pounced on her lips. His wet tongue danced with hers. Forno cupped his muscular hand behind her neck and pulled her deeper into the kiss. 

He was greatly pleased Daisy was yielding to his will. Forno crouched closer between her legs and spread her open at the knees. He lightly palmed his hand down her arm then settled on her knee before his hand brushed the inside of her leg and crept up her tone and tanned thigh. His fingers stole upward as he brushed teasingly at the juncture of her. Vincent felt her intense heat nearly burning his skin. He spied the soaking wet arousal seeping through her expensive silk panties. Daisy tried to push her knees tightly together but he yanked them apart effortlessly. Forno groaned in pure, deep masculine satisfaction.

Daisy's breathing was erratic as her heart rumbled in her chest. She was slowly sinking in the madness of his advances. Warning bells went off in her head. She needed to end this. 

"Stop" she said brushing his hand off her burning skin, "are you an animal ready to rut me on the bathroom floor! This is crazy!" 

"We are mammals baby, pure and simple." He moaned.

"I just want you to stop."

"Is that what you really want Daisy?" 

He rested his hand on her inner thigh, splaying his fingers and kneading her sensitive skin. He waited, with predatory patience as he licked his lips, ready to spring forward once she relented. Then he would quickly dive into her moisture and heat. God, he could smell her arousal, like a cloying mixture of honey and sweet summer grass! Miniscule beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Vincent wiped away the moisture with his calloused fingers in a surprisingly loving gesture that puzzled Daisy. Her chocolate brown eyes widened. She was ready to give in to him. Vincent smiled. 

"You figured it out, haven't you baby?" His deep voice chuckled.

"Figured out---what?" Her said in barely a whisper as she was bending to his will. "That for all these months you've belonged to me. There haven't been other men, right?" 

The smile faded from his face, replaced with an animalistic intensity. Daisy remained silent. That was all the consent Vincent needed. 

Vincent slid his hand inside the sodden panties and cupped her hairless mound. His long fingers slowly sunk into her folds and then he drove two digits into her wet depths. Daisy moaned and grabbed his shoulders to steady her shaking body. Her nails sank deeply into his flesh. He growled as he fell into her mouth, licking up all the tastiness inside. Her knees fell apart wider allowing him unfettered access into her wet pussy.

"God, you're so wet." He murmured into her tasty mouth.

Forno slowly worked two fingers into her deeply, to her core. As he played, the resonance of her sticky, juicy-wet arousal echoed in the tiny room. Vincent pulled his hand out of her body. He was covered in her creaminess. Forno licked each finger judiciously. When he was through savoring her, he grasped her silky underwear by the thin band and yanked the flimsy fabric from her body. 

Vincent eased his fingers into her folds again and sought her swollen bud. He rolled the engorged flesh between his index finger and thumb. Her head fell back and she moaned as he devoured her mouth.

"Mine...mine all mine." He declared with possessive intent as he broke from the kiss. 

Daisy's chest was riddled with streaks of red as she burned for his touch. Vincent continued to rub her swollen fleshy nub. He knew she was close. 

Forno's turgid, fleshly cock was so hard the sensation was almost painful. His erection pressed into Daisy's mound so intensely he thought he might bruise her tender flesh. Her wetness coated the fabric at his crotch. Vincent continued to lightly pinch her engorged clit. He lifted a finger and began to flick the tip of his finger across her fleshy bud. Flick, flick, flick, he continued. A stream of lush gooey honey gushed from her pussy. God, she was close! Then a knock at the door startled them.

Vincent eyed Daisy and placed a finger to his lips. His other hand continued to work her clit with frenzied accuracy. Muffled laughter and slurred speech from the interlopers seeped though the locked door. Another knock, louder this time. The sound vibrated in the bathroom.

"Hey, we've been waiting a while, what's going on? You ok in there?" A garbled man's voice called out. A woman giggled. 

The couple probably had the same idea as Forno; get the girl behind a locked door and screw her brains out. 'He can take her behind a fucking tree' Vincent thought as anger surged in him. He was ready to loose his shit on these two inebriated fucktards for intruding. 

"Bathrooms' occupied, go find another one...or find a tree to piss on!" He boomed. 

Flick, flick, flick, Vincent continued. His fingers didn't miss a beat during the interruption. Daisy broke and shook violently. An intense orgasm rocked her inside and out. Moisture flowed freely as her pussy clutched his buried fingers. She tried to muffle her cries. The pleasure was so intense she nearly shrieked. Vincent covered her mouth with a deep, bone-crushing kiss as he kneeled before her and continued to stroke her throbbing insides. 

"Ya, well screw you too." A drunken male voice slurred. 

Forno heard the couple's footsteps retreating. He smiled. If the intoxicated man knew he'd just sworn at the person who signed his paycheck he'd probably shit himself. Vincent was a very, very happy man though so the employee, well he could rest easy in his anonymous drunken oblivion. 

Of course Vincent was dying to bend Daisy over the sink and take her hard from behind, but he was a patient man. He wanted her, body and soul Vincent was resolute though. Daisy would have to beg him to make love to her. He waited for a moment, hoping she'd beg him to stick his thick meat into her, which was about to burst from his trousers. Nothing. All in good time, he thought. He would wait. 

Vincent got up and offered her a hand. Daisy looked up at him flustered, surprised. She shivered with guilty decadent delight but was shocked. Why wasn't he trying to bury his cock in her? "I'll make you a deal with you baby. You think this rough around the edges inner city Italian boy from the Bronx isn't good enough for your classy blue blood? I read that loud and clear." 

He bent down and rested on his haunches. Daisy reddened and realized he wasn't going to finish what he started. She pushed her legs together and pulled the short dress over her thighs in an attempt at modesty. She was soaking wet and the moisture was seeping onto her thighs. Vincent grabbed a towel and ordered her to hike up her backside. She complied and he rested the towel under her buttocks. Daisy shoved the dress over her legs again. 

"But here's what I think." He waved a finger near her flushed cheek. 

"The snobby circle you run with has you brainwashed into believing only someone just like them is good enough for you. And oh, baby you have no idea what you're missing! I guarantee you; I'm the best lover you've ever had. Don't even think about opening that pretty little mouth of yours and trying to tell me differently. But baby," he crooned, his face smirking in mock seriousness. 

"There is so much more to me than phenomenal sex and my pretty mug. I adore you. I'm crazy about you. I could be your lover, protector and most adoring fan. The only thing in our way, toward pure bliss is...you." He nearly poked his finger on her nose.

Daisy wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or scream. He seemed so sincere but he was too demanding, arrogant, crass and crude. Forno would never blend into her refined tightly knit social circle. Vincent made it pretty clear he didn't want to either. Her father would really like him, but he was the black sheep of the family. In many ways the two were like the proverbial peas in a pod, not tender and small like all the other perfect peas. They were gnarly, rough and marginalized by the rest of beanstalk. 

Daisy was drawn to Vincent because he was so different from the men she'd known. He offered such contrasting possibilities for her. Daisy was more confused than ever.

"You don't even know me!" She countered, a weak defensive tactic that he would easily strike down.

"I'm the most sought after attorney in the city of Boston. Clients gladly pay my astronomical fees because I can sum a person up in seconds flat. I know all I need to know about you."

"So what is your 'deal' then?" Daisy knew he could easily manipulate her, like a puppet on a string. She was too weary to argue anymore. 

"You spend the day with me, by my side. I promise, if you still despise me in the morning, I'll never bother you again. Well, I will still obsess over you until my dying day but what the hell are you gonna do? It's the price of love, right?" He smirked.

Vincent then reached for a washcloth, wetted it and wrung out the fabric. He reached between her legs, pressing the cool moisture into her tender flesh. Daisy swatted him away. 

"You want me to pretend we are a couple? Incredulous!" 

"Yes, just like we are a couple." He nodded enthusiastically, but Daisy sensed the mocking sarcasm.

To him it was perfectly acceptable to lie to people, manipulate his employees, not to mention her sister and brother. But well he was a consummate lawyer. Lies, and twisting the truth buttered his bread. What difference would it make if deceit smeared across his personal life?

"But what I really want is for you to crave me like a big bowl of chocolate ice cream on a hot summer afternoon." He grinned then eased the washcloth between her legs again.

Daisy yanked his hand away from between her legs. Vincent pulled her tightly into his arms. His body was a solid, unmovable mass. He smelled so good, like fresh, spicy pine trees warmed in the sun. Daisy had to remind herself she disliked him.

"Why don't you allow yourself to enjoy how incredible I make you feel? Can't you stop pretending to be such a tight ass bitch? Give me today to prove how perfect we'd be together."

"What am I going to tell people, Vincent, did you think of that? How do I explain this to Stella and Jason?"

"I totally forgot! I'm supposed to meet someone here today." She paced frantically in the tight space.

"You mean a date?" His voice became serious and intense. The muscles in his jaw twitched deeply.

"Yes, a date."

"You plan on hooking up with another man after what I just did, seriously?" 

"How dare you turn this around on me! You're who decided to manipulate me into being your 'girlfriend' for the day. You know I won't balk because Jason is up for a partnership at your firm. What an insufferable jerk you are!" She spat. 

"Cancel the date." Vincent nibbled her neck, completely ignoring her rage.

"Stop it. I can't think straight with you doing that. I mean it Vincent! You've put me in a very difficult position."

"I'll promise to put you in a better position if you cum for me again." He grinned then sank his lips into her soft skin.

****

Vincent washed his hands then fingered his hair perfectly into place. The whole time he smiled at Daisy in the mirror. He knew she was confused, between her rock and hard place. Daisy smoothed out her dress and readjusted the garment in an attempt to regain a modicum of decency. 

"Today is all about you coming to your senses and you realizing you want to be with me, Daisy. I would never blackmail you. Jason is a fine lawyer, my top man. He will get the partnership even if you resist me. I'm not a knee-jerking goon. I'm not foolish enough to deny my top talent because a woman rejected my advances."

"How comforting." Daisy muttered under her breath.

"Your date, he is one of my employees right? I'll call him and explain I need him at the office. Hell, I'll give him a huge bonus if it means he can't have you." Vincent slowly looked her up and down and smiled.

"It's gotta be a blind date, right? Boy, he certainly wouldn't been late if he knew how smoking hot you are!" 

"Throw money at the 'problem' isn't that typical of a lawyer!" Daisy shook her head in disgust.

"Isn't that what the rich people do?" He leaned in closer to her face, still smirking. "I wouldn't know. I'm not a rich person in my own right. My family is wealthy, not me."




A Bronx Boy Fills His Dream Girl



"Bullshit, you're a trust fund baby if I've ever seen one! Oh and I bet daddy has never paid off anyone to get you or your sister out of the hot seat? How about admission to that ivy league college your father, grandfather and all the others went to?" 

"Which proves you don't know me at all! No, actually my father is very liberal. He gives away a lot of his money to charities. He taught us to be very responsible. Ever since we were teenagers we've had jobs and paid for our own things. As far as my trust fund, I invest my money wisely. The majority of the interest goes to charities, not that it's any of your business!"

"I can't wait to meet this guy, I like him already." A grin twitched at his mouth.

"Fat chance!" She said through clenched teeth.

"What's the name of this mooke you're meeting?" Vincent crossed his arms. 

"None of your business." She crossed her arms too. 

"The end of this day can't come soon enough. You may have pleasured me but that pleasure came at a very high price. If you wanted a well mannered and elegantly dressed trophy on your arm you should've hired a high priced escort!" A loud knock at the door made her jump. They'd been in the bathroom together way too long. People were bound to talk. They both charged toward the doorknob.

"Hello? Her sisters muffled voice called through the door.

"Please tell me who's in there? I'm getting worried, you've been in there a while." She continued to knock lightly.

"This is all your fault" Daisy hissed at Vincent.

"Just be cool Daisy, everything will be fine."

The door opened Stella stepped back a few paces genuinely startled to see Vincent. She was instantly embarrassed that's she'd interrupted her husband's boss. She hoped she'd find Daisy in the bathroom but Vincent? He'd been missing way too long and so was Daisy.

"Vincent, I'm so sorry to bother you. A guest told me someone was sick in the bathroom. I had to check." She paused a moment before she launched in her next question. 

"Have you seen Daisy? I can't find her anywhere."

As soon as the last word left her mouth Daisy appeared from behind Vincent's broad shoulders. Stella's mouth nearly fell open. Vincent stepped forward. "Sorry to worry you Stella. We came in here to find a Band aide. Daisy saw all the blood and well...she nearly passed out." 

Daisy shot him an angry glance hoping her sister didn't notice. The sight of blood never made her queasy. Stella knew this. Daisy would take hooks out the of the fish they'd catch, take hooks out of fingers, which happened on many occasions and was fearless in emergency situations. 

"I insisted she sit down for a while. Sorry we worried you." Vincent turned and glanced quickly at Daisy hoping she wouldn't blow their cover with the real reason they were together in the bathroom. 

"Sorry about that Stella. I'm fine now, just a small cut." Daisy said calmly. 

Stella didn't buy one word of his manipulative BS. Jason told her all the juicy office gossip. Everyone knew Vincent Forno loved his woman beautiful, tall, blonde and stacked. Daisy was all that and much more. A few of Vincent's 'fuck buddies' spilled the beans to certain employees and revealed very detailed information about all their sexual exploits. The rumors spread quickly. Jason heard all the sordid details. If that horny bastard tried anything, Stella would be sure to put the kibosh on it.

As Daisy and Vincent headed out the door, Stella grabbed her arm. Vincent walked to the end of the hallway then stopped. He hovered close to the wall. Forno was tactful enough to remain out of earshot but he'd be damned if he let Daisy out of his sight. He sat on a small leather bench. His feet firmly planted on the floor as he hunched over resting his elbows on his knees. 

After a moment he whipped out his cell phone and his mouth and hands were moving intensely. He spent two minutes explaining to Jonathan a big bonus was waiting for him if he toiled on those briefs Forno needed for court Monday morning. 

"What's going on Daisy?" Stella whispered, her eyes piercing into her sister.

"I'm not going into it now Stella. I'll explain it later." She tried to walk away but Stella blocked her.

"No---no, you're not blowing me off like you always do! Something has you spooked. What's going on with you and Forno? You can tell me the brief version now or I swear I'll drag you up upstairs and I'll make sure you tell me everything! She wagged a finger in her face.

Daisy signed and shook her head in exasperation. The two women moved to the furthest corner of the room then huddled up like two female football players discussing their next play.

"You met Vincent before didn't you?" Stella kept glancing at him. He was cool and composed.

"Yes, at a New Years Eve party last year."

"Did you sleep with him? Is that why he's hoarding you, hoping, for what, a booty call?" She grabbed her arm tighter Daisy didn't speak but nodded her head in agreement. Her sister knew her too well. Well at least everything was out there. 

"I knew it!" How and when? Oh, never mind, I'll come up with my own conclusions" she muttered and blew out a sigh as she threw her hands up in frustration. 

"Do you want to leave, now and get away from him?" 

"No, no, everything's going to be fine. Vincent promised if I'd be his 'date' tonight he'd leave me the alone, forever." 

"What!" Her eyes were bulging with fury. 

"Ok, I've heard enough. I don't care if he's Jason's boss. I'll be damned if he thinks he can treat you like a pawn to secure Jason's partnership. Cocky son of a bitch!" She glared at Vincent. His face remained neutral.

"Take is easy Stella. He swears this isn't a blackmail ploy so he can get me into bed. He claims he's been searching for me since that night I left while he was sleeping. Can you believe that? One night spent in bed together last December and he's what, smitten? I lied and told him my name was Maude. He called himself Kurt Fanelli. He was actually angry with me for leaving! He wants a chance to show me he is the 'perfect' man for me." 

"Oh" her sister muttered. She became uncharacteristically quite and was fiddling with her wedding ring, a classic sign she was worried. "What?" Daisy was instantly suspicious. 

"Oh, Christ! It's you Daisy. You're the woman."

"What the hell are you talking about Stella?" 

"For months, since January actually Vinny's had Jason work with a private detective to find a woman named 'Maude' he met at a New Years eve party last year. He asks him every day if there is any new information about her. Jason says he's obsessed." 

Daisy glanced nervously at Vincent. Their eyes locked but she looked away. So he wasn't lying. He'd really had been searching for her for all these months. Daisy swallowed hard. She became lightheaded. Her head began to swim.

"Vincent told Jason to give the detective any amount of money he asked for to find this 'Maude.' Forno talks about this woman like she fell from heaven, and professes he'll do whatever it takes to find her. He's obsessed with you Daisy!"

Based one everything Jason told her Stella knew Forno he was downright ruthless in getting what he wanted. Vincent had flaunted many beautiful women around town but he stopped, cold turkey in January. Stella's first thought was to hide her away in another country under a pseudonym; any name other than 'Maude' preferably.

"Well if it is me he's been chasing all these months he will be quite disappointed. I think he is the crudest and most arrogant man I've ever met. I'll play along with his childish game for tonight but I made my feelings perfectly clear while we were in the bathroom."

"What else happened in the bathroom Daisy? You know besides all that bullshit he spewed about you nearly passing out, yadda, yadda." Her sister eyed her suspiciously. 

Daisy needed to change the subject. Stella wouldn't drop this. Once she chomped into your business she was like a pit bull, relentless and ruthless. 

"I'm sure a man with his money and charm will find a woman who'll be beguiled by his BS. That woman certainly won't be me!" 

"You are...so playing with fire, little sister! He is a master manipulator, a lawyer who owns the largest and most successful law firm in Boston. Vincent Forno has become so successful because he stops at nothing to get what he wants. His tenacity is legendary Daisy." 

"Stella, I'm a big girl. You don't think I've dealt with men like him before? Beside if all else fails I can get a restraining order."

"You know how cray-cray this is, right? You'll jump in the sack with him tonight but might have to get a restraining order in the morning?"

"I never said I would sleep with him! Daisy professed. "Oh please, little sister! You've never played with a big boy like him. Take my word for it; he is the biggest boy on the playground in an Armani suit. No, Daisy, you have no idea what kind of shit-storm you're walking into!"

****

After the heated exchange ended and Stella stormed off, Daisy retreated upstairs to change out of her soiled clothing. Forno followed her of course. He was tense and his face strained. She knew he wanted to ask her about the conversation with her sister but he didn't. He tried to follow her into the bedroom but she closed the door on his face. 

"Don't take too long in there I need a drink."

Daisy felt more like a prisoner than the highly prized object of his affection, but was relived to have a moment of peace and quiet. She removed the sodden garments and wanted to shower. She was sure Forno would become inpatient and she wouldn't be surprised if he tried to break the door down to get to her.

Her sister's words left her worried. She thought about bolting out the front window. Stupid idea. Everyone on the front lawn would see her climbing precariously through a second story window. Daisy didn't have a lot of dignity left but what she did have she intended to keep. Her only option, she thought glumly was to keep up the charade.

Daisy needed a long walk, barefoot in the hot sand, traipsing alongside the tall, swaying sea grasses that camouflaged the ocean. She longed to breath in the last precious heady blooms of sea roses now wilting away for the season. She yearned to hear the seagulls and swim in the salty ebb and flow of the ocean. The quiet fury of the ocean calmed her. She needed be alone, away from the noise, the hordes of people in the house and most especially Vincent. Considering that wasn't an option she'd take the walk even if it he'd have to come along.

Forno's mouth dropped to the floor when Daisy emerged from the bedroom in a tube top style one-piece bathing suit that revealed her long, tan legs and cleavage, which spilled out of the fabric. Her nipples peaked into stiff points. Once Daisy saw the look of pure lust on his face she quickly wrapped the gauzy cover up around her.

"I'm going for a long walk." She announced and headed for the stairs. 

Daisy planned to escape quickly by slipping out the back. Forno had other plans. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into the bedroom then slammed the door. Daisy managed to wiggle free from his grip but was pulled tightly into his arms.

"I want to go for a walk now, so let me go!" She glanced over his shoulder toward the door, refusing to look at him."

"We'll go in a minute. Look at me Daisy." 

Vincent grasped her chin and tried to lift her face up to his but she yanked away. Forno knew exactly how to get her undivided attention. He slowly rubbed his hand up and down the side of her waist. Forno hooked his hand at the edge of the material on the top of her bathing suit and yanked the garment to her waist, quickly, decisively. In an instant her voluptuous breasts sprang free. Daisy gasped and tried to cover herself but he pushed her into the wall and pinned both arms to her sides. 

"This was not part of the deal!" She yelped. She tried to free herself but his hold was too strong. Her breasts crushed against his chest.

"You should know better than to dress like this. You insist on teasing a man whose balls are ready to burst you pay the price baby." 

"Beautiful." His murmured. His eyes were glued to her chest and he licked his lips and looked up at her face and smirked.

"Baby, you have the most beautiful tits."

"Why don't you just fuck me now and get it over with, baby! I'm tired of this stupid 'deal,' tired of this stupid game you're playing!" 

"If you want me that badly all you have to do is ask!" He was provoking her and enjoying it.

"God, I hate you!" She growled.

"Let's get something straight right now. This isn't a game and I don't want to 'fuck' you. I want to make love to you, now, tonight and tomorrow, hopefully forever." 

"You're delusional Vincent Forno!"

Vincent only smiled then wrapped both hands around her breasts and caressed each mound while lightly pinching her pink nipples. Daisy felt her knees go weak. Her legs nearly buckled and she started to crumble. Forno caught her firmly at the waist. She looped her arms around his neck for stability. Vincent's head descended upon one pointed rosy peak and he sucked the tender nub into his hungry mouth. He feasted on her as he sucked and bit the delicate flesh. The wetness from his tongue chilled her nipples.

Daisy closed her eyes and felt she was floating. Her body was humming and readying itself to take him inside her. Forno rubbed his finger into her wet pussy through the bathing suit. As his stroked her folds through the material her swimsuit became soaking wet at the crotch. She felt a mixture of overwhelming desire and humiliation. He smiled.

"Wet and ready for me. I'm very pleased." He caught her mouth in a punishing kiss but she pushed him away.

"Even a rape victim can be aroused while she is raped that doesn't mean she isn't feeling humiliated and horrified by what is being done to her body."

"This isn't rape! Why don't you stop lying to yourself?" He said through gritted teeth.

A look of pure rage crossed his face. She felt his hot breath panting on her lips. His face was red. Daisy struck a deep and painful nerve. Although leery of his quick shifting mood she was pleased she'd gained a bit of traction in his unseemly game.

"At the very least this is reluctant consent on my part. Don't fool yourself into believing otherwise." She tilted her chin up to him. The gesture was clearly intended to be a haughty insult. 

Vincent was right of course, about her wanting him. The sex had been amazing that night last winter. He was so hard all night, she was sure he must've taken a mega dose of Viagra. However he mentioned, quite slyly as he slipped into her pussy for a third and last time, that he didn't need a pill to stay hard for her. She was sore for days afterward. 

"Christ! I know you want me, so stop being such a bitch!" He pushed himself off her.

Daisy yanked up the top to cover her nakedness. She wrapped the filmy cover-up tightly around her again. Forno's bottomless stare bore into her. Throbbing angry muscles danced in his strong jaw. 

"Well you want a walk...lets fucking go...now!" His face was grim and menacing. 

He urged her toward the door with his broad shoulders. Without another word he flew down the stairs and out the backdoor. Daisy's bare feet were again dragging to keep up with him.

****

They were both silent as they walked the long path near the spindly sea grass floating lazily in breeze. The air was scented with its earthy pungency. The Stratham's multi million-dollar 'cottage' jutted out on a lonely peninsula. The estate had been in her family for generations. Stella and Daisy inherited the home from their grandmother. 

Daisy gave her share of the estate to her sister and brother when they married. She didn't want the house. Too many sad memories were entombed in the place. The tall and foreboding structure began to diminish in the background as the couple walked further along the deserted seascape. 

Daisy dug her bare feet deep into the sand to reach coolness below. In the summer she spent more time in the water than land. But Vincent was a true city boy. He awkwardly maneuvered in the deep sand wearing loafers. He was sullen and ill at ease navigating the uneven pathway. He looked panic stricken as his eyes darted all around, as if at any moment a giant rouge wave would pull him out to sea. Some tough guy, Daisy thought.

"Do I really need to explain that wearing loafers to the beach is highly impractical? Didn't you spend anytime at the beach when you were a kid or even as an adult?" Daisy chided smugly. 

"My father died when I was nine. After that my family barely scraped by. I didn't grow up with wealth and privilege like you. Went to the beach maybe twice with our church group. I was so afraid of the vastness of the sea, I rarely ventured off the blacktop in the parking lot. Blacktop was what I grew up with, was what I knew. It was safe. Besides I never learned to swim. The wide never-ending expansiveness of the ocean terrified me. I guess it still does." 

Daisy felt like a heel making such and insensitive remark. Vincent grew up poor. It explained why his manners were so crass and crude. She didn't give much thought to her family's fortune. Daisy firmly believed in making her own way in life regardless of her families wealth but if she were in dire straits she had the money to fall back on. Vincent always had to make it on his own. 

"I'm very sorry Vincent. I certainly didn't intend to be insensitive." 

Forno was genuinely surprised by her apology. His mood seemed to lift after that. Daisy was pleasantly surprised that Vincent had it in him to be humble and honest.

"You should take off those ridiculous shoes and walk barefoot. It'll be a lot more comfortable." Daisy suggested. "And a lot less expensive, damn shoes cost me over six hundred dollars!"

"Did you get to the beach when you were an adult?" Daisy's chilly demeanor was slowly melting away.

"Nah, I was too busy putting myself through school. I worked myself to the bone to get through college. When I worked for the NYPD as a detective, I then worked my ass off to get through law school. I had zero time off. Hell, I'm still trying to catch up on my sleep!"

"Why did you decide to make the switch from cop to lawyer?" 

"The hours were long, the pay sucked and the public was always up your ass along with everyone else higher up on the food chain. I spent ten years on the force. Started as a beat cop, was promoted to detective in vice and ended it in homicide. The job was a means to an end and I was proud to serve the city but I became a lawyer because I wanted a better life. I'm not shamed to say I like luxury...and beautiful things." He gazed at her intently hoping she understood.

Vincent took Daisy's advice and plopped into the sand to take off his shoes. He stuck his black socks into the loafers. Once his bare soles hit the sand he hissed in pain. Forno leapt from one foot to the next until his ass landed in the sand again.

"Christ, that's frigg'n hot! How can you walk around barefoot in this shit?"

"Dig your feet in as you walk. The sand is cooler underneath." 

"Oh, good to know!" He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. He hoisted himself up.

As Vincent revealed more about his life Daisy was beginning to understand how he'd become the person he was. Thought just maybe she'd judged him a bit too harshly. She respected how far he'd come from so very little. He was a determined force to be reckoned with. 

Vincent and Daisy reached the edge of the cliff wall. Forno peered over the edge but once he saw the waves pounding and crashing into the jagged rocks below he quickly jumped back a few feet in a panic. He swallowed hard. Daisy tried to stifle a laugh. Fine mists of sea spray settled on the couple and chilled them in the pre dusk air. 




A Bronx Boy Fills His Dream Girl



They sat on a large flat rock, smooth from constant erosion, wind and weather. Vincent eased behind her and settled his crotch into her buttocks. Daisy tensed up at first but when he scooted away an inch she relaxed. 

****

Right then and there Vincent knew he needed to completely changed course if he wanted to win her over. Daisy was a real lady, refined and elegant. The scores of other women he screwed allowed him to fondle and grope them in public. They would follow him blindly into a dark alleyway or behind a tree when he insisted on fucking them whenever the urge struck. Daisy was the real deal, what he'd been waiting for all his life. She'd never be okay with fucking behind a dumpster and Vinny would never treat her so shabbily. He was always as horny as hell, but he'd wait until he got her home. He'd take her in a warm bed, with silky sheets, not shoved up against some dirty wall. All good things come to those who wait. Forno smiled. 

Behind closed doors he'd be the boss. Last winter he was a beast. Daisy was on fire and melted as he forced his way into every part of her body. Vincent had her onto all fours and slammed into her from behind as she cried out and came, her insides quivering as she milked his dick. He held her arms tightly against her side as he sucked her juicy twat. She tried in vain to push him off but gave up quickly. He lost track how many times she came into his mouth.

****

The ocean crested, roared and pounded the rocks far below as the tide rolled in. The black night sky was swallowing the few remaining dim blue hues. Vincent closed his arms around Daisy tightly, determined to hold on to what was his. He nuzzled her neck gently with his nose. He inhaled her sweet essence. 

"I was heartbroken when I woke up in the hotel and you were gone Daisy. I'm crazy for you. Let me convince you how crazy I am."

"I think Vinny, you've certainly convinced me you're crazy." 

"Right." he said grimly then hung his head. "Why me Vincent? We barely know each other. There are plenty of other tall, rich blondes in the city. Some even have more money than me. You'd be a great catch once you learn to respect boundaries and you're properly medicated." 

"You think I want your money? I make more in a year than you have in your trust fund. Christ, if that isn't insulting!" He pushed away from her, further up the rock. 

"That's just it Vincent, I don't know you beyond what you've shown me so far, which has been domineering, conceited and selfish. But I think I might actually like you after this honest and simple conversation. See how much easier everything is when you're not trying to crawl into my panties every chance you get? 

"Christ on a cross, you're high maintenance!" He blow out a long breath. 

Daisy reached over and lightly punched his arm. He scooted up closer to her undeniably perfect ass. She didn't flinch this time. This was a good start, he thought. Forno swept Daisy's hair to her left shoulder and brushed her pale skin with his dry lips. 

"Listen, don't laugh or think what I'm about to say is a bunch of bullshit. I dreamed of having a girl just like you when I was a boy growing up in the Bronx. The dream of someday having you, kept me motivated to stay in school and out of trouble, to avoid gangs and organized crime. It would've been so easy to give into the seedy underbelly of the city but I knew I'd never have my dream girl you if I succumbed to the lure of easy money." 

The surf continued to pound the jagged rocks. Daisy relaxed into his solid form. She rested her head on his chest. He stroked her warm shiny gold hair and kissed her forehead. Vincent's honest declaration was incredibly flattering. 

"I worked my ass off to become a success but all along I've waited for my dream girl. When I saw you at the party that night I nearly went out of my mind. There you were so real, so elegant, classy and beautiful. I knew I'd do whatever it would take to have you. I want a chance Daisy. That's all. I know I'm not handsome I don't have the best manners or tact, but as you know I'm incredibly tenacious and driven. You can help me, teach me and I'll try to learn."

Daisy was considering his proposal and was certain she'd lost her mind. She was going to give him a chance, really? Vincent was a hot head with mercurial moods and brash, sometimes vulgar manners. How the hell do you teach tact and refinement to a bull? 

"You're going to take a lot of getting used to, Vincent, I can't make any promises."

"That's what a lot of people say." He said glumly.

"You need to understand something too. I'm not a flirt, I don't sleep around and I don't play games with men's heart Vincent. I am faithful to a fault."

"I love the sound of that." Vincent kissed her hard on the lips. 

****

A brightening moon-glow was illuminating the water below turning the blue shades of daytime into a silver molten liquid color. Crickets hummed loudly in a competitive cacophony with the sound of waves crashing below. They were silent as Vincent touched her, kissed and nuzzle her but nothing else. He was working extremely hard to keep his libido tightly secure in his pants. 

Vincent and Daisy were hot and sweaty. Nightfall provided almost no respite from the heat and humidity. All the while an undeniable urgency was building in them, each highly aroused while they innocently touched and kissed, engaging in beautiful, slow foreplay and they didn't even realize it. 

"There is a shallow tidal pool nearby. Would you come for a swim with me?" She pushed off him, stood and removed her cover up. 

"I told you already, I can't swim Daisy." He was aggravated she'd left his arms. 

"You can dunk your feet in, right?" She teasingly poked at his shin with her foot. 

"Sure, whatever, I guess." He got up and started to walk toward her.

"No, you stay there." She said softly.

Vincent froze in place. Daisy made sure he was watching her as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the fabric of her swimsuit. She eased the top down until her breasts were exposed to the ocean air. He nipples hardened in the sea breeze. Vincent's mouth hung open. His cock was straining and pushing urgently against his khakis. He tried discreetly to adjust his crotch area.

"Don't" Daisy shook her hand "hide that. I like when you're hard for me." 

"Daisy, please don't torture me. I'm trying real hard to be a good boy but you're killing me! If this is a test I'm gonna fucking fail."

"This is the real deal Vincent." She crooked her finger and urged him to come to her.

Daisy shimmied out of the swimsuit and let the one piece drop in the sand. Vincent, still in shock gazed longingly at her voluptuous, naked body. He swallowed hard then ripped off his shirt. Thick, black hair covered his chest, just enough to add to his sexy masculine appeal. Vincent plopped down on the smooth flat rock and yanked off his trousers. Lastly, his boxers flew behind over the rock. Vincent's rigid cock began bobbing in the breeze. 

His mouth was parched he could barely think. God how he wanted her! This was like a dream, moving in slow motion. "Holy hell, you're so beautiful!"

Vincent charged toward her and cinched Daisy's waist tightly as he pulled her against his nude body. The night shadows cloaked the lovers in darkness. He ducked his head and sucked up a rosy nipple into his mouth. Forno grabbed her buttocks then slowly slid a finger down her crack until he reached her slit and dove between her soaking wet lips as two fingers penetrated her tight hole. Vincent impaled her mouth with his greedy tongue. 

After he consumed every inch of her mouth, Vincent pulled away. He took her behind the rock and assembled a makeshift bed with his discarded clothing. He couldn't stop thinking about how sweet and salty she tasted when he licked her clit. How she screamed while his raw masculine pride swelled. 

"I need to eat your pussy now." His mouth was watering.

He grabbed her waist and set her on the haphazard pile of clothing. Daisy's knees fall wide apart. Vincent fell to his belly and slithered toward her pretty pink lips. He inhaled her beautiful aroused scent before his tongue feasted on her engorged wet folds, so moist, salty and pliant. His tongued danced around her needful bud. 

Daisy grabbed his hair so tightly it stung. Vincent loved the sensation of driving her wild with pleasure, so he welcomed the pain. She squirmed and moaned in woeful, needy abandon. He wanted to drive her crazy, he wanted to eat her all night but his need was too great. His testicles were so engorged they ached. 

Vincent sucked her tiny swollen bud into his mouth as the tip of his tongue licked her. Daisy's feet dug back and forth in the sand as she exploded and came hard in his mouth. Her arousal flowed onto his parched lips. He licked up then swallowed all the sweet honey she poured into him. 

Vincent rose off his stomach and knelt before her. The thick, ruddy veins in his engorged cock were pulsing relentlessly. He eased himself gently on top of her belly. His dick was digging into her sensitized folds, demanding entrance into her slick channel. Daisy wiggled and tried to urge him inside of her.

"Tell me you want me to make love to you." 

He rose onto his forearms. Sweat beaded up on his forehead. He strained to control his unruly cock. 

"What?" Daisy shook her head not sure she heard him correctly. 

"Tell me, make it loud and clear. You want me to make love to you. Not you want me to fuck you, screw you, etcetera, just those eight words."

"Vincent, so help me god!" Daisy was ready to kill him. 

"I'm serious." "Alright! I want you to make love to me, right now, please!" She cried. 

Before the last word left her mouth, Vincent grabbed the thick head of his cock, aimed at her heat and sank deeply into her swollen and slick pussy. Vincent drove into her so deeply his course black pubic hairs crushed into her hipbone. Vincent jackhammered into her relentlessly, grinding and gyrating while Daisy thrashed and moaned under him.

Daisy grabbed his arms to anchor against his punishing blows. Their bodies slapped together relentlessly. Vincent filled her to the very root of his cock. Then his balls began to quiver. 'Too quick!' he cursed to himself. Damn, he knew he wouldn't last long. His balls were going to burst. Just before he exploded a sweet release of her fluid bathed his cock. Daisy was ready cum too. His cock swelled and he shot his thick cum into her. Coating her insides as a torrent of ejaculate filled her. Daisy cried out as her pussy walls convulsed and squeezed his cock. The pleasure was so intense tears welled in her eyes.

"Fuck, fuck, oh sweet Jesus! He bellowed while viscose sperm drained from his nearly empty sack.

The lovers held each other tightly, both replete and drained. Vincent showered Daisy with all the kisses he forgot to give her while he was making love to her. He began to soften inside her when he noticed the tears.

"Daisy? Are you alright, did I hurt you?" He rose quickly onto his palms and hovered over her. Concern and worry lined his face. "You're the first man I've ever shared an orgasm with. I've never experienced anything so incredible." She felt vulnerable revealing such a personal truth.

"Why the fuck do you think I want to hear about other men you've slept with?" Vincent's face darkened into a menacing and ugly expression. His mood shifted quickly, turning like the tides, again. 

"Don't you ever...ever talk about other men you've been with, especially after we've made love!" He bellowed.

Vincent pulled out of her and sprang to his feet. A mental picture of her fucking another man kept flashing in his brain in agonizing details. Someone other than him was buried inside her beautiful body. This faceless man, this asshole made Daisy scream with pleasure. This 'other man' was pumping his seed into her while he laughed at Vincent's helplessness. He was filled with jealously and rage. He turned his back to her and dressed while cursing profanities in Italian under his breath. 

Only Forno could spoil an incredibly tender moment with his selfish and jealous bullshit. Daisy redressed in silence. She was prepared to leave him for good then. He had very troubling, deep-rooted insecurities she wanted no part of.

Daisy stopped a moment before she bolted from him for good and thought for a few minutes. She had some really big issues too. She was as reserved, withdrawn and withholding, as he was loud, arrogant and possessive. In other words, they were complete and total opposites. She was so drawn to him though and already her feelings were running so much deeper then she ever thought possible.

Daisy now had a difficult decision to make. She could bow to her bruised ego and forget all about Vincent Forno or she could try to be the bigger person. Was he worth it? Her mother once told her the secret to a successful relationship required four things; similar values, respect, compromise and realizing quickly that a man was nothing more than a boy in a business suit. She thought he might be worth all the trouble she most definitely was in for.

Daisy walked towards Vincent's silent and still form. She sat beside him on the sand. His elbows were resting on his knees. A lonely gong secured to a can embedded deep in the ocean floor rang out in the night. He was staring intently out into the vast, dark ocean. 

"Vincent." She touched his shoulder gently.

"Ya?" He murmured, still staring into the night.

"I'm sorry." 

"No, Daisy you shouldn't be apologizing. This is my fault. I completely overreacted but when I think of you with another man" he clenched his hands into a tight fist and shook his head "I go crazy!"

"Trust is something we both need to work on and we have so much we need learn about each other. A strong loving relationship evolves. You've got flaws, and I've got flaws. We learn about them, argue about them and then work on them, together, but your jealously will drive me away from you. You need to promise me you'll get help, for your sake Vincent." 

Daisy's words resonated deeply in him. She meant what she said and Vincent knew it. He couldn't loose her. Daisy was intelligent, beautiful and compassionate. All rolled into one woman, his woman. He pulled her into in arms. Her skin was clammy. 

"Let's get you back home and into bed. I'm not even close to being done with you" his smile predatory. 

They walked hand and hand down the path toward the bright lights of the beach house. In the distance a sudden crackle and boom exploded into a brilliant display of lights illuminating the night sky. Fireworks. Daisy forgot all about the fireworks display tonight. 

"Daisy, I need to make sure you understand something. I'm in love with you, really truly for real no bullshit. You may not believe in love at first sight and I never did either until I met you." Vincent stopped and pulled her tightly against his chest. 

Vincent placed one hand behind her neck then combed his fingers slowly through her long blonde hair until he reached the tips. He'd do anything to make her happy. Just then a monstrous spray of fireworks sizzled over their heads.

"Honestly, I should have my head examined for saying this. I'm willing to give this a try."

"I can live with that baby." Vincent whispered into her ear as he held her tight. He clenched his teeth and willed away the tears.

**** EPILOUGUE

Those first months into their relationship were tenuous at best, riddled with arguments, slammed door and threats. Vinny was responsible for ninety percent of the trouble. He admitted this begrudgingly to their therapist during the couple's bi-weekly counseling sessions. The couples therapist believed a hurricane should be named after the controlling attorney and secretly thought Daisy deserved a gold metal. There was a lot of crow served up for dinner and eaten entirely by Vincent during those months. 

Daisy nearly bailed a dozen times. She'd lament to her sister, on the verge of tears, that therapy wasn't working fast enough. Whenever Daisy showed on her doorstep, Stella's was dressed in sweats and bleary eyed after being up all night walking the floor with her newborn daughter. Although exhausted she was patient with her little sister. Explaining to her once again, that Forno worshipped the ground she walked on. Stella explained the first year in a relationship was the most difficult. 'Try to work it out. The man is crazy about you.' Stella urged. 

"No, the man is just plain crazy!" Daisy blurted out ready for the umpteenth time to pull her hair out.

Vinny asked her to marry him the month they began dating. Daisy refused. She wasn't ready. Then he proposed multiple times and always at their favorite restaurant. She knew his MO; he wanted to wear her down until she gave in. The routine was so predictable after a while that whenever they ate at the restaurant, she'd get heartburn before the final course was served, wondering what dessert he'd hidden the ostentatious five-karat diamond ring in this time. 

The next to last time she stopped him at the door and asked him calmly to please leave the ring at home from now on. They fought before they made it inside. The fuse was lit and his was a short one. He called her a bitch. Daisy told him if he called her a bitch one more time she was leaving for good. He wouldn't, he promised and made a solemn oath and never muttered the unsavory word again.

The next to last straw happened a few months ago at her niece Stacy's christening party hosted at her father's house. Vincent had the baby on his knee. He explained in his notoriously loud and crude way, in front of her family, including her stuffy aunts, that he was trying really hard to put a baby in her Auntie Daisy's belly so Stacy would have a cousin to play with real soon. Then she would have to marry him. Furious, Daisy dragged Vincent outside on the front lawn, out of earshot. Her sister, brother, father and aunts were all peering out window while Daisy waved her finger in his bewildered face, her mouth moving furiously. Vincent's face was red with anger. He was waving his arms and bellowing too. 

"Because I want to marry you! Since when was that that such a fucking crime!" 

"Because it's extremely manipulative to trick me into marriage by trying to impregnate me! You're the one who hid my birth control pills! I should have known the housekeepers didn't throw them out by 'accident,' as you claimed. Oh my god can't you see how wrong that is? Not to mention how highly indelicate it is to say such a thing in front of my aunts, and your language! You promised me you'd watch your language!

"Oh screw that! You don't even like those tight ass bitches. Who gives a shit what they think and if you really want to know I'm fucking pissed you still won't marry me. I'll never be good enough for you, will I? 

"Vinny, I'm done, alright? I can't take this anymore!" 

Daisy held onto her composure until she turned her back to him. Then the tears overflowed and streamed down her cheeks. She swiped at them quickly then calmly walked inside. 

Vincent hauled ass into the BMW and slammed the door hard. The sound ricocheted off the house. He began to bang on the steering wheel with his fists clenched tightly, cursing at her under his breath.

"We need to go now, I'm sorry." She explained to her family. Tears were ready to flow again. Stella tried to comfort her but she waved her away. 

"I give it another month until Daisy comes to her senses." Her aunts wagered once she left with her hot head boyfriend. Even Stella and Jason were beginning to have their doubts about the couple. 

"God, they're perfect for each other!" Daisy's father Jack said excitedly. 

Jack saw the possibilities. His daughter wasn't morose and withdrawn anymore. How could she be? Forno didn't give her time to be alone or antisocial. It was very clear to everyone, especially Jack that Vincent loved Daisy beyond reason and would do anything for her. Once they both figured out they needed to meet in the middle and then super glue themselves there, they would make it. 




A Bronx Boy Fills His Dream Girl



After the fight at her nieces christening they each went to their separate ways. He dropped Daisy off at her house then sped away, squalling the tires. Daisy cried herself to sleep. He returned to his town house in Boston's Back Bay and spent hours beating the shit out of his punching big until early morning. After the intense workout he made a triple dirty martini and sat outside on the roof top deck of his townhouse until sunrise. While he was listening to early morning sounds in the city, he wept. Tears dripped into his wide rimmed glass. 

Neither of them slept during those days apart. They were miserable without each other and made up a few days later. Vincent showed up on her doorstep haggard and pale with dark ugly bags under his eyes. He promised he would never say such stupid things again and he wouldn't ask her to marry him until she was ready. 

Daisy forgave him, again. He scooped her into his arms and laid her on the sofa. They tore each other's clothes off and he was quickly on top her, inside her and making love to her within minutes. He fought back tears while he penetrated her. Their sex life was amazing but make up sex was off the charts amazing. 

No one could deny they were opposites. They argued incessantly but eventually always reached a compromise. Daisy gave him a year. If they were still hanging by a thread at the end of July, a whole year after they made love on the beach, she would call it quits. 

Oddly enough they both knew they were really good for each other. That's why they kept coming back after each argument. Vincent loved her deeply, made mad passionate love to her daily and kept her on her toes and out of her introspective and withdrawn world. He drew her quickly into his hectic whirlwind of a life. She didn't have time to dwell in the sadness that once surrounded her. He could sniff out her moods as well as a bloodhound could sniff out prey. During those sad times he would lavish her with a lot of love. 

Daisy kept Vincent grounded. She was faithful and devoted to him and fell in love him quickly and deeply. When he his temper and moods started to go off the deep end she'd pulled him back before he went overboard. Forno had a deeply repressed soft side that Daisy discovered after he began to trust her more and more. He tried to fight it but surprisingly small things would leave him fighting tears. Daisy told him she loved all the more because he cried. 

In January, a year after their first sexual encounter at the fateful New Years Eve party, Vincent hired an architect and drew up plans to have a beautiful contemporary home built for Daisy. He knew he was jumping the gun but the house was one of her 'pre-wedding' presents. Construction began at a furious pace. The site was only a half a mile away from her sister. Forno somehow managed to keep the entire project, from initial concept, design and construction a secret from both sisters. 

Daisy and Stella would wander over while the work crews were on site hoping to meet the new owner. Everyone on the crew was polite but never provided any details about the mystery homeowner. The two women thought he or she must be a celebrity and that was why everything was so hush-hush. 

Vincent knew how much she loved the glass windows in Stella's house so he had every wall facing the ocean made of thick glass. Some of her family members ridiculed him behind his back. The house was a thoroughly impractical choice for New England and the first N'or Easter would destroy all that glass! They said he was trying way too hard to prove to Daisy he was good enough for her and he would go broke before that happened! They admonished his lack of intelligence and common sense. 

Much to the chagrin of her family and friends the couple moved in together after the house was built. When Vincent told Daisy the house was hers and handed over the deed she began to cry. She fell in love with the structure, most especially all the glass. Most family and friends were baffled. Why would they go from the frying pan into the fire? 

In late May, Daisy finally accepted his marriage proposal. She told him point blank she didn't want a five-karat diamond ring though. They again compromised and at her request sold the multi-karat ring. With the money they opened a youth center in the Bronx and in Rhode Island for inner city kids. 

Vinny escaped a life a crime and poverty because he was a stubborn and driven SOB but most kids couldn't see the big picture. Their life was bleak the moment they were born. She wanted to give troubled kids a chance to get off the pavement and feel the sand under their bare feet. 

Daisy wanted to keep her maiden name. Vincent went though the roof. They eventually compromised and she hyphenated instead. Vincent wasn't pleased but he'd vowed to never in a million years, loose her over stupid shit, ever. 

One year to the day of the infamous beach party, Vincent and Daisy made it official and became Mr. And Mrs. Vincent Forno. They were married at dusk over Greenwich Bay on the same spot they made love a year ago. Daisy wore her mother's gown altered to fit her curvier frame. Both were barefoot, of course. 

Daisy's modestly sized, conservative family stood side by side with his loud, brash and enormously large Italian family. Vincent said they had to invite everyone. His family would be highly insulted if the couple didn't! He explained. 

Vincent placed the one-karat solitaire on his bride's finger. The couple said their 'I do's.' Vinny already had Daisy in his arms before the frazzled JP had time to pronounce them husband and wife. He consumed her with a deep sexy, all consuming, passionate kiss. Daisy and Vincent turned to face the crowd. 

"She's mine, my wife. From now on if any man comes near Daisy Forno you're done for!" He smiled and clasped her hand firmly in his and raised their arms up together. Applause broke out.

Nobody would ever try to woo Daisy away from her intimidating husband. Forno's legendary temper and jealous streak were enough to scare the shit out of all lesser men. 

Daisy smiled and took a deep breath. She knew what she was marrying into. He was her best friend, lover and solid rock to cling to when times were tough. Their marriage would be no picnic but there was no turning back. They would persevere through all the tough times no matter what.

"I give it a year, tops!" Her elderly aunts all whispered behind their elegantly manicured hands.

****

What happened before the beach party and during the year Vincent and Daisy dated and after the honeymoon ended, is for another story and another time! 

THE END