“I understand. You’re used to watching Laura being hopelessly in love with her husband and realising you can never have her, right?” William said.
Peter stared at the floor. “I care about Laura.”
“You’re not kidding anyone. You’re in love with Laura, and it hurts you constantly to know she’ll never love you the same way.” William reached out and tapped the younger man on the shoulder. “I can’t give you any advice on this. I’m not perfect, and there is no cure for love, my friend.”
“My friends are either married or leaving Cape Falls. I’ve tried to leave. I’ve packed a bag and tried to move on. I can’t seem to leave this town. Yes, I love Laura. I ruined any chance I had, but I can’t leave her, just in case. This is the next best thing,” Peter said. His eyes were wet as he fought the tears. William knew how hard it was to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was a boy.
Crying was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I’m not a psychic or a therapist. I have no cure or advice to give you, Peter. You’ve got the makings of being a good Dom. I like you, and I know submissives will flourish under your care when you’re ready. Sometimes, we can’t move on until we’re sure of what is going to happen. You’ll be fine, Peter. Just allow your heart to accept love when you find it. Don’t hold out for Laura. She’s happy.”
Peter nodded his head. “Thank you. I needed to hear that. I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” Peter turned to leave. He stopped at the end of the bar. “Paul and David will be waiting tomorrow. Why don’t you
get some sleep and then talk to them? It might be best for you all if you’ve got some sleep.”
William laughed, raised his empty glass in salute. He watched Peter leave and heard the doors closing. Putting the glass down on the counter, he stared at the phone. All he’d get now was a lot of anger. Paul and David were under a lot of pressure. Anna was not in a good position either. Shaking his head, he put the phone and glass away then made his way back to his own side of the house. He loved getting straight into his work, and living within the club had its benefits.
He locked the connecting door to his home and made his way into his own kitchen. William flicked the kettle on and filled a mug with some herbal tea. He enjoyed the sweet taste of the fruity herbal mixture before bed. Once he made his drink, he walked up the stairs to where he’d locked Daisy inside his room. He pulled on the lock and entered the room. She lay on his bed. Not a sound was coming from her. He put the tea down on the floor next to the bed and stared at her.
If she woke up now she’d scream the place down. An older man looking down at her while she slept did not help matters. William grabbed a chair from the corner of the bedroom and placed it next to the bed. The sweat pants and long shirt hadn’t done what he wanted. He’d chosen the biggest clothes he owned to try to hide her generous curves and luscious body. While she slept, the shirt had ridden up over her stomach to below her breasts, and the pants had ridden down low on her hips. He didn’t see anything other than the temptation they offered for him to remove them.
Wait until she’s able, William. She drank a shit-load of alcohol. Give her time.
He picked up his cup and watched her sleep as he did. She looked peaceful and calm. Her lips were open as she took in breaths. Her hands were laid on the pillow in front of her. His instincts had been right on the mark. She’d needed to feel tied to someone. He’d seen it in her eyes. Her life had been filled with the rejection that she expected it at every turn. The rope offered her more than being bound. It offered her the comfort of knowing she couldn’t go anywhere. It was strange how certain BDSM or kink methods could help certain individuals.
William finished his drink then stripped off his clothing. He usually slept nude, but this time he settled on a pair of sweat pants. His cock was thick, and he ignored the need within him for release. He settled behind her and reached over to release the rope. It was useful for while he wasn’t in the room. William was here now, and the rope was useless. He’d hold her while she slept.
Daisy did not stir as he untied the rope. She snuggled closer to him after he threw the length away from him. He wrapped his arms around her and secured her next to him. Her sigh undid him. She’d been without so much in her short life that he wanted to give her something in return.
She turned over to face him. Her face looked so relaxed in sleep. He would take care of her if it was the last thing he did.
He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him.
****
Daisy woke to the sunshine pouring through the bedroom window. The scent of coffee wafted through the bedroom. She opened her eyes, stretched and tried to fight through the hammering pain inside her head. She felt like several little men were hacking at her brain.
Turning over, she sat up, and the events of the previous night swept over her. Her ass stung from the slaps of William’s hand. She stared at her hands where he’d tied them to the bed. There were no marks on her flesh.
She was in William’s house and his bed. The sweat pants she wore covered every part of her body. A note lay on the chair next to her. She picked it up and began reading.
“The bathroom is in the next room, and I’ll see you in the kitchen. Don’t forget to comb your hair. W xxx”
Daisy smiled and went in search of the bathroom. She flushed the toilet and gazed in the mirror. Her hair looked like it had a mind of its own. She drank whisky, and from the look of her hair, the alcohol had gone straight to her head.
She filled the sink with water, washed her face and then her hair. Daisy dried her hair before running a comb through it. She hated her red hair. In school she’d been referred to as “Ginger”, and she’d hated the name and the title. Her mother had the same coloured hair. Just thinking of her mother made her want to vomit. That woman had never shown any ounce of compassion. When Daisy had run home crying about being bullied, her mother had laughed at her and told her to grow up. Over the years, Daisy had refused to go to her mother with any more worries. She’d lost friends because of her own attitude, and one day she’d looked in the mirror, not long after Anna’s birthday and seen she was turning into her.
The thought of ending up like her mother scared her.
She made her way down to the kitchen. William sat at the table reading the paper while sipping his coffee. The moment she walked in he put the paper down and stared at her. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“What are you sorry for, pet?” he asked.
He’d called her “pet” last night. Did he think she was some kind of dog? Was it a subtle way of insulting her?
“For the way I acted last night.”
“Ah, sit down,” he said. He got up and pulled a chair out next to him. She took the seat he offered, extremely conscious of his naked body at her back.