Page 24 of Chaining Daisy
He leans down and murmurs in my ear. “Did Daddy make you feel good, baby?”
I nod limply. “So good.”
His hands retreat from my body then, carefully replacing my panties. The hand that just stroked me to orgasm comes up to his lips and I watch as he tastes me. “Mmm. The perfect bedtime snack.”
He’s so filthy. I fucking love it. Even this kink—which I wasn’t sure about while we tried it. I don’t think I would have come so hard if he hadn’t riled me to the point of fury.
“Speaking of bedtime, you have class tomorrow. Get upstairs.”
Wait. What?
My afterglow vanishes as he removes his arm from around my shoulders. He pushes the blanket off his lap onto mine and stands to clean up the snacks that only he ate.
“But … but … sex?” I ask weakly. Why are there bowls in his hands right now when he should be grabbing onto me? Throwing me down on the couch?
He turns, giving me a sharp look. “Daisy. What did I tell you about secrets?” His voice is a harsh whisper, and he lets his gaze wander deliberately to the door then back.
Oh, we’re still playing. Sneaking. Secrecy. Okay, good.Relief floods me at the realization that we aren’t done.
My lips snap together and I lower my gaze repentantly for a second before batting my eyelashes as I look back up at him. “Sorry. Sorry. Do you need help cleaning up?” I’m so giddy right now that I struggle to stop myself from bouncing on my toes because Gunnar Strong is going to fuck me.
“Just fold your blanket and head upstairs. I’ll get the rest.”
I’m dazed as I follow his instructions, wondering what’s going to happen next. What’s Daddy going to do?
DAISY
He put me to bed. In my own fucking room. He tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and then left—that bastard!
I lay in the dark on my side, facing my window and fuming. The light pollution from the city spoils any view of the stars but I can see the Sandia mountains looming over us, deep blue and solid in the distance. Normally, I love the sight of them. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m nothing short of pissed. Way to rile a girl up and leave her hanging.
Okay, I technically got an orgasm—but justone? I was not ready to be done. I didn’t even get to touch his dick! Gunnar wasn’t lying when he said he was sick and twisted, or that he wanted control.
He reminded me about rule number one again before he shut my door.
He doesn’t want me touching myself—as if it’s possible to resist after what just happened. Fucking hell, just the memory of the way his profile looked, his face lit up blue by the light of the TV, all serious and intent on the movie while his hands slid over my body and did naughty things, makes me ache with need all over ….
This must be what he meant about saying I might not be into his kinks. Ugh. Self denial? Really? This rule … I don’t know if I like this part of submission.
My hand starts to slide down my belly. I can’t help it. What he wants is impossible. There’s no way I can follow the no touching myself rule. I could probably have ten orgasms thinking about what we did tonight and it still wouldn’t be enough. I cup my panties, which are soaked. I’m dragging the heel of my hand down the front when I hear my door knob turn.
Immediately, my hand flies back up to clutch at my pillow.Dammit! Is he fucking psychic? Does he have a hidden camera—oh shit, why does that make me even wetter? Do I like the idea of him spying on me?
I feel a dull throb down below. Apparently, yes I do.
Is he here to punish me then? Does he know?
My stomach tightens, and I stop breathing, anticipation turning me into a statue as he steps inside.
“Daisy. Are you asleep? Daddy needs to talk to you.” He used that word. Our playtime word.
As he shuts my door, my limbs unlock, and my stomach swoops in excitement as I realize the entire bedtime routine was a ploy. This is even better than getting caught touching myself and earning a spanking. Gunnar’s sneaking into my room to toy with me.
Fuck his sneaking kink. But also…damn.There’s nobody even here to catch us but it doesn’t matter. My body reacts like there is. Like there are other people in the house, guests in every bedroom. My fury melts, bubbles into excitement, boils into steam, and clouds the air with lust.
Each step he takes across the carpet makes my heart speed up until it’s a quick trilling thump against my ribs.
I roll over to face him, putting on a sleepy voice. “Daddy?”
