Page 29 of Chaining Daisy
After the last strings of my pleasure unwind, I release him from the death grip of my thighs, dropping my feet and letting myself sink into the mattress.
Gunnar plants an exhausted kiss on my pulse before carefully pulling out of me and rolling over to my side.
I stare at the ceiling in a dull, spent way—my thoughts fuzzy like I haven’t gotten enough sleep. Excellent orgasms will do that to a girl, apparently. I just never knew before. But now I do.
There’s an ache between my thighs I haven’t felt before, but it’s not unpleasant … it’s kind of a satisfying reminder of what just happened.
My head turns on the pillow to look over at Gunnar. His shower’s been completely wasted because a thin sheen of sweat plasters his hair to his forehead. He blinks up at the ceiling, looking just as out of it as I feel. My heart lifts because I’ve never seen him look more disheveled. Or more perfect.
GUNNAR
Best sex of my life. No doubt about it.One piece of my mind is lazily congratulating me, still riding the orgasm high, still reveling over how perfectly tight Daisy was, and the way her lush mouth popped open at the end when I fucked her good and deep. And that’s just the physical side of things.
I don’t even know how to process the emotional connection I felt yet. It’s not even just the overwhelming craving for her, the pent-up explosion of desire after waiting for so long.
There was just a rightness to being with her. The way she looked up at me with adoration and complete trust after I promised her it would feel better. No one haseverlooked at me that way before—and that look is worth more than gold.
Precious.
She’s completely and utterly precious.
Most of my life, I haven’t prioritized emotions. I’ve always thought the people who did were fools. Order, structure, science—those things made sense. Now, I finally realize what they’re talking about–-how being with the right person can be this soul-deep experience. I’m a religious skeptic, but for a moment there … we touched on something ethereal. Some gauzy, light-filled plane of existence I’ve never been to before.
Magic. That’s the closest I can come to describing it.
Even as I have that emotional revelation, the logical side of my brain is already cracking the whip.You were way too damn hard on her for her first time, you selfish bastard. And after the screw up with the spanking you aren’t allowed any more mistakes. After care, right fucking now.
That side is right. Like always. Even prepping her probably wasn’t enough. She’s probably sore as shit. I need to erase that pain and take care of her. I shove myself up to a sitting position, though my body would rather just close its eyes and nod off. Too bad. My body learned long ago during residency that it’s not in charge though, so when I get to my feet, it shoves a little adrenaline my way, resigned to the fact that its needs will be shoved aside until they’re convenient.
Daisy immediately clears her throat and her voice is soft as she asks, “Are you leaving?” I turn to look down at her and see her pressing her lips tightly together.
“Just getting you some things to clean up and help make sure you’re not hurting later.”
“Oh.” The anxiety on her sweet face immediately recedes and her cheeks relax into an embarrassed smile. “You don’t have to—”
I hold up a hand to cut her off. “Yes, I do. I want to take care of you.”
Her face relaxes into an expression I can’t quite name. It’s a kind of soft gratitude mixed with devotion—I love that look, and I definitely want to prove myself worthy of it.
I gather supplies and return to see Daisy emerging from the bathroom. Perfect.
“Lay down and spread your legs.”
Her hands come protectively in front of herself, shyness overtaking her once more.
I shake my head as I lay out my items on the bedside table. Then I walk around to her. Taking her face in my hands, I cup it and run my thumbs in gentle circles over her cheeks. I wait until her eyelashes are fluttering before I lean down and give her a soft kiss. She melts, just like I want her to. That’s when I whisper, “That’s Daddy’s pussy, baby, remember? Mine. I need to take care of it.”
She lets me lead her over to the bed and I don’t miss the wince when she climbs up. Dammit. She chews her lip as she hesitantly lies down on her back, those blue eyes of hers bright pools in the dark room as she watches me sit on the edge beside her. Gently, I pry her legs apart. Then I reach for the warm wet rag in a bowl that I brought from the other bathroom. Squeezing out the excess water, I wipe her down. I’m careful not to press hard or swipe too much, letting the heat soothe her more than anything.
“Um … we forgot to use a condom,” Daisy’s face turns bright red as she realizes that fact.
“No we didn’t,” I reply flatly, focused on my job.
“But…”
“I got snipped years ago. So don’t worry.”
“Oh,” She immediately breathes out a sigh of relief. “You did. Why?”
