Page 33 of Chaining Daisy
I grin and shake my head as I go into her room. Little brat. I hope she never changes.
Forty minutes later, Daisy’s showered, her hair is dried and done, and she’s wearing a blue sweater dress that makes her eyes pop, thick socks, and a bra. No panties. We’re arguing over the little scrap of lace she holds in her hands.
“It’s going to be uncomfortable. And, what if it just slides down, huh?” she grumbles as she eyes the black garter belt in her palm.
“Your job is to make sure that doesn’t happen. No one should see that garter.”
“Then why am I wearing it?” she asks in frustration. “Especially to school.”
I take a step forward, putting my hand on her neck and sliding it around back. I bend forward and watch as her eyelids flutter shut. Only a day, and she’s already expecting me to kiss her.
I reward that reaction, planting a soft peck on those lips. I crave more, but now isn’t the time. So I lift up slightly and let my whisper caress her mouth instead. “I want you to think of me with every step you take. Every time you sit down, that lace will brush your inner thighs and make you remember me. Daddy wants you to walk around, clamping that skirt down around those legs so that no one else gets to see what’s his.”
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“Daisy …” I straighten, biting down on a smile when she naturally tries to follow, leaning toward me as those bright blue eyes pop open, entranced.
“Yes?” she whispers.
“Two swears. Five bucks for the swear jar.”
“But …”
“If Daddy isn’t plowing his cock into your little pussy, then you don’t get to say fuck.”
I turn and stride out of the room, already digging into my pocket as she yells after me in a ragged, breathless voice, “Seven-fifty.”
I yank out a ten and wave it in the air. “Worth it.”
“Evil!” she calls out.
She has no idea.
In the hall, I turn back, only to see her yanking the garter up her shapely leg.God. Next time I need to bite those thighs and mark them.I shift my dick in my pants and then go pretend to get ready for work.
I have some stalking to do.
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I senther off with my phone and told her I’ll bring her new phone to her later even though I already have the new one. I paid a king’s ransom for mid-morning delivery … I just want an excuse to see her later because I know there’s no way I’ll be able to wait until tonight.
I drive down to the university and fight for parking, flipping off some floppy-haired stoner when I slide into the spot he wanted. I open up Daisy’s new phone and click the tracking app I downloaded so I can find her.
I walk through the campus, weaving around the many adobe-style buildings, a brisk wind blowing in from the east tugging at my hair. The weather makes me grin because it will make it even harder for Daisy to follow my rule as she walks between classes.
I need to find a spot where I can observe that delicious struggle and make sure she’s being a good girl.
I walk past the duck pond, which is empty of ducks at the moment. The water is a dull brownish-gray, even though the sky is clear today. The water is as suspicious as I am, lurking under the shade of a tree, watching students spill out the doors of their classes.
They’re so fricking young. I remember what I was like back then, all brash and arrogant. Daisy would probably say nothing’s changed about me. But she’d be wrong. Back then, I had no patience. Now … I’ve learned to appreciate the glorious thrill of taking things slow.
I glance at the phone and see her dot moving. Then I glance up to watch her push through the turquoise double doors of a building, emerging from it. She immediately cringes when she feels the whip of the wind. Her fingertips fly down to her hemline, making me grin.
Good girl.
Scurrying down a twisting sidewalk, she walks alone, hands clutching her dress carefully.
I notice a guy watching her from behind.Is that the little fucker who asked her out?
