Page 44 of Chaining Daisy
Justin leans back over his textbook to find the problem I mentioned and I use his distraction to grab the gusset of my panties, which is soaked. I deftly slide it over until it hits my right thigh. The cool air-conditioning hits me with startling force from a nearby vent. I want to suck air in through my teeth at the sensation but I don’t. I hold still for Daddy.
Another book disappears from that low shelf, the black shadow getting bigger. My eyes might be playing tricks on me, but I think I see movement.
How much longer?I beg silently with my eyes for him to end this game. I love it, but I’m also impatient for what comes next.
Gunnar staggered our exits from the house so the girls wouldn’t get suspicious, and so he’s only been texting me orders for about forty minutes which, based on his movie night shenanigans, is nothing for him, but dammit, I’m ready to be done.
I need his fingers on me. I need his mouth hovering over my pussy the way he did the other night, breathing on me and warming up every nerve ending until he dove right down and made me deranged with pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. Sixty-six is pretty complicated. Here. I’ll write it out for you.”
“Thanks.” I’m not even sure my fake grin is holding up anymore because I think I’m nearing my breaking point. If Daddy doesn’t call this off soon, I’m going to have to make some excuse to run away from this guy or risk humping my chair in public.
Justin’s just not for me. I’m sure some girl might like him. But he’s bored me to death tonight with tales of the video game tournament he and the other guys in his dorm just had. I faked admiration when he told me he got second place.
I bet he didn’t do a victory dance nearly as adorable or embarrassing as Gunnar did the other day. A small smile crosses my lips when I think of how I get to see a different side of him than anyone else.
He doesn’t act silly most of the time. Just with me. And that makes those moments all the more precious.
I drop my panties back in place, because Daddy didn’t say how long I had to leave them open and it’s starting to look weird that I’m not at least trying to work on the problems. I try to solve number sixty six, scratching out a few lines of the equation and then fiddling with my new ring.
Just looking at the silver gleam beneath the light makes elation bubble up in my belly. It drives me to widen my legs just a little further and even drag one of my feet up and down my chair leg suggestively.Come on, Daddy. Hurry up.
I glance at the stacks in front of us, wondering if he’s still crouched there or if he’s moved on. The books are back in place. My eyes dart all over the shelf, looking for a new opening.Where is he now?
Is he taking more pictures of me?
Is he jerking himself off right now?I grin naughtily, hoping he is.
“You’re doing great,” Justin beams down at me and I realize he thinks my smile is for him.Shit.
When he leans closer and I notice he’s sliding his arm around the back of my seat. I’m leaning forward, so he’s not quite touching me. But I’m boxed in, and I don’t like it. I don’t mind teasing a little or putting on a show for Daddy, but I really don’t want this boy touching me.
On my thigh, my phone vibrates. I clear my throat and quickly glance down.
Come to Daddy.
Oh, thank God.I bite my lip and slide my right foot away. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
Justin’s face immediately falls. “Oh, okay.”
I think he was about to make a move. Perfect timing.
Relief surges out of me in a gust of air as I clutch my phone and scurry away, turning into the aisle behind the nearest stack of books in order to escape his gaze.God, that was close. Too close.
I lean my head back against the shelf for just a second, catching my breath as adrenaline surges through me. So when an arm touches mine, I startle and jump.
“Shhh, it’s just me, baby girl,” Gunnar whispers.
My entire being calms just at the sound of his voice. It’s the same tone he’s used to soothe me whenever I was upset over the past year, which was too damn often. I open my eyes and turn to look at him.
“Did I do a good job, Daddy?”
“Does it feel like you did a good job, baby?” he grabs my free hand and shoves it against his crotch. Through his pants, I can feel how hard he is.
I love that I do that to him.
“Follow me. Since this is a study date, I have some things to teach you….”
