Page 20 of Chaining Daisy
He doesn’t sit back inthespot, but at the other end, near the arm. I’m surprised when he pulls me down onto his lap sideways, however. My ass aches a little bit at the contact. But the fact that he’s quickly wrapping those huge arms around me, pulling me in so that my head settles into the crook of his neck, sends such a warm ray of sunshine through me that I hardly notice the pain.
“We need to talk,” he utters the classic bad news phrase and my throat dries out. “God, Daisy,” his fingers flex and dig into my skin for a moment before he releases. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Smug delight curls up the corners of my lips and I place a hand over his racing heart. I can feel the sturdy thudding through his white t-shirt. “Same,” I whisper. “It makes me feel guilty—”
“Don’t. Don’t ever feel guilty. Feelings just are. They just happen.”
I nod, not meeting his eyes.
“I’ve thought about nothing but you for almost two years, Daisy.” He turns my head and pushes his lips against mine, that five o’clock shadow of his scratching deliciously against my face as he nips at my lower lip. My worries dissolve when his teeth drop that lip and then own my mouth with a dominating kiss.
Our first kiss.
And oh God, it’s perfect.
Our tongues tangle and tease, mine tentative and exploring, before his starts roughly fucking my mouth—showing me exactly what he’s going to do next.
I melt into him, and as his hands dig into my hips, I twine my hands through his salt-sprinkled chestnut hair. It’s just as soft as I always imagined it would be. I run my fingers gently through it at first, but as the kiss climbs in intensity, I end up yanking on the top where it’s longer.
I might be a little too rough, because Gunnar pulls back with a chuckle, out of breath but smiling down at me in a way that makes my heart skip like a stone across a pond, defying gravity.
“Daisy. I want you so much. But sweetheart, I need to tell you that I … like certain things. Things you may not be able to give me. Or find too twisted.”
“I won’t!” I rush to answer him. “I want to give you whatever you want.”
He groans and then laughs. “God, to hear you say that. But first, I need to spell it out.”
“How about you spell it out with your tongue on my tongue while I try to figure it out? It’ll be like a game.” I propose with a saucy wink.
His hand leaves my breast, falling back down to my waist to encircle me. I’m left panting, wanting, my sensitive breast aching for more of his touch as his arms tighten around me in a hug. I jut out my lower lip and pout.
“Let me finish, baby girl, or you’ll end up back in timeout.”
I press my lips together. Considering how disappointing it was to be taken out of timeout just now when I thought I’d get pinned against the wall, I don’t want to repeat that experience. I want whatever other dirty things Gunnar’s thinking of instead.
He speaks slowly, and part of me wants to shake him until he just spits out the words. But this is clearly hard for him.
“Since the first day I saw you…I’ve wanted…I want a different kind of relationship with you. And it’s not because I don’t love you. I just…I crave things that aren’t normal. From you.”
I lick my lips in anticipation, though I feel like I already have an inkling about what he’s going to say. “Like what?”
“First of all, submission.”
I burst into giggles that rattle my entire ribcage, mirth overtaking me. Oh my God. He’s ridiculous. Gunnar has to wait until I catch a gasping breath before I can explain. “You think that’s a revelation? That’s not just from me. You want everyone to do what you say. You’re a total control freak.”
He grins and traces his index finger up the inside of my arm. “True. That’s true. But I want sexy submission from you. And more control over you than I want over anyone else.”
“Okay,” I breathe, loving his use of the word sexy submission. Immediately I picture myself kneeling for him. I like that idea—like it a lot. “I’ll do what you say.”
“You’ll have a safe word, of course—”
“Pineapple. Has to be pineapple.”
He shakes his head and then reaches up to cup my cheek. “It can be whatever you want.”
I lean into his palm, staring at his eyes, still slightly shocked that we’re actually having this conversation. “So … do you want me to kneel for you?”
“We’re not done talking.” His tone is calm, but beneath my ass, his dick twitches inside his boxers and I know he likes my offer. “I have more kinks.”
