Page 35 of Chaining Daisy
I don’t bother with a greeting. I just meet her eyes and walk toward her, every stride radiating what I feel—this intense reverence edged with obsession.
She skitters backward, toward the door, protesting weakly. “I have class. I’ll be late.”
“Yes, you will,” I mutter, pinning her to the wall next to the door, each of my hands bracketing her head as I lean down over her. I can’t resist.
Why did I even let her come to school today?
I want to bask in this feeling, keep us in a little bubble, draw out this honeymoon period of ecstasy.
The only reason my Daisy’s going to go back to that class later is to get her things.
I don’t bother to lock the door, though I easily could. Part of me likes tempting fate that way.Maybe some student will even walk by and assume a professor is getting his extra credit served up. Mmm. I like that thought.Maybe that’s a game I’ll add to my fantasy wishlist, which is already so damn long I’m pretty sure it rivals Santa’s.
I lean down and inhale the citrusy scent of her shampoo as I whisper, “Daisy, Daddy needs a kiss. Will you give me one?”
Her lips part and I watch with delight as her eyes dilate while she stares up at me. I stay where I am, looming over her, waiting to see what she’ll do. Her tongue darts out and swipes at her lower lip before she extends up on her tiptoes towards me.
I let her initiate since I asked for it, keeping my lips gentle against hers, letting her be the aggressor as the kiss deepens. I tease her by pulling my chin back and making her chase after me, until she’s giggling adorably and whispering, “Stay still.”
God, she does things to me.
I could keep this encounter innocent. I should. We’re on campus, people know her here; I don’t want to jeopardize her future. But the demon on my shoulder, the one who’s whispered in my ear since the moment I saw her, slips inside my head and takes the reins.
After holding him back for so long, it feels impossible to just give him an inch. He wants it all.
“That was very sweet. But that wasn’t the kind of kiss I meant. You kissed the wrong spot,” I murmur.
Her scandalized little inhale makes me smile, but other than that, I don’t move. My dick has been hard since this morning when I solidified my plans to follow her, and I’ve resisted touching it…edging myself by waiting for an opportunity. Now, I have one.
Of course, my girl has to go and be a smartass. “Not your mouth, Daddy? Then here?” She dips her head the slightest bit and her lips find my neck, just above my collared shirt. Her teeth come out and nip at me.
“Nope. Not it,” I play along. My tone comes out light and bright. But inside of me, a monstrous villain chuckles because Daisy is giving in to corruption. My sweet girl is playing along despite the very heady reality that we’re in public and could get caught for real.
“What abouthere?” She bends further and bites down on one of my shirt buttons, pulling back with it clutched in her teeth so she can glance mischievously up at me. Naughty minx.
“You’re still cold.” I wish I’d set up her phone on an empty desk to record us. I tell my mind to remember this moment forever.
She drops the button. “Am I?” Her brow furrows in mock distress as she sinks to her knees. “What about now?”
My dick twitches in my slacks. God, just the sight of her like that, her dress rising up her thighs, the black garter peeking out from underneath it, the garter she’s been trying to hide all day from everyone else.
A tiny bit of precum leaks from my tip at seeing her look so submissive.
I reach down and cup her cheek gently. “Have you figured out where Daddy wants his kiss?”
Her head turns to the side and her lips capture my thumb. She sucks it into her mouth and laves it with her tongue. Popping off the tip, she murmurs, “Your hand, right?”
I swallow a chuckle and pretend to be disappointed. “That’s too bad. If you figured out where I wanted my kiss, I was going to give you one in the same spot.”
Her tune changes immediately, her amusement morphing to determination as she reaches for my belt. I watch as she carefully undoes it, then moves to the button of my pants. I help her, unzipping them and fishing myself out so that I stay clothed.
But before she can lean forward, I tug on my length and order, “Dress off, baby.”
Her look of shock is one for the ages. “But if we get caught ….”
“You let Daddy worry about that,” I tell her, reaching out and dragging my thumb over the lips that will soon be wrapped around my cock. I’ll willingly trade a big chunk of change for a fucking public indecency charge to go away for the chance for my girl to suck me off nearly naked in a classroom. Worth it. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, princess. I’ve got you. That’s what Daddies are for.”
I see her gulp nervously.
