Page 16 of Chaining Daisy
“Gunnar! What the hell is going on?” Daisy’s shocked, staring at her phone, her free hand coming to her cheek in shock.
Her use of my real name only stirs me up more.Gunnar? What happened to Daddy? Where the fuck did all our progress this morning go?
“A date!” I growl in a low, controlled tone that belies the possessiveness burning through my system right now. “You have a fuckingdate!”
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks go pale, so I soften my hold on her arm because as angry as I am, I don’t want her scared.
“Daddy is very upset right now, Daisy.” My nostrils flare but I keep my breathing tight and controlled. “I thought you were my good girl.”
“Daddy …” Her eyes are luminous as she stares up at me, breathing shallowly, unsure what to do—but I think—turned on. That same connection we had earlier clicks into place, like a key in a lock—the perfect fit.
Why would she ruin this perfect thing we’ve been building? The connection that’s been budding between us, just about to bloom?
I refuse to let her ruin it.
I’m going to show her that she belongs to me. Always has, always will.
I drop my hold on her arm and sit down on the couch. With an icy tone that showcases my displeasure, I command, “Come here.”
Her eyes study mine for a second, bouncing back and forth, trying to read my mood. “Now is not the time to be a brat. You’ve been bad. Bad girls get spanked.”
I watch her intake of breath. The way her tight fists immediately loosen and how her tongue darts out to swipe across her lower lip.
Yes, you want this, Daisy. You know you do. Come here. You know you deserve to be punished.
She takes a hesitant step forward. Then another. When she’s right in front of me, I grab her forearm and pull her down. She immediately settles across my lap, facedown on the couch, back arched, that luscious ass teasing me.
An ass she considered giving to someone else.
Oh, that makes my blood boil.
Yanking down her shorts and the flower-print panties beneath them, I’m still struck by how perfectly round her behind is when it’s finally fully exposed to me. Soft and round, she has this perfect bubble butt. And she just walked over and surrendered to me.
A high even better than control starts to tangle with my anger. I fight to keep down both emotions because they aren’t going to rule me right now. Not when I have to keep my focus and ride that line between dominance and going too far. I can’t push too far.
“Do you deserve this spanking, Daisy? Tell me.”
“Yes, sir.” Her face is hidden in the couch cushions, but I know her. I’ve lived with her for over a year and watched her like a hawk that entire time, studying her, learning her. I know she’s blushing like mad right now. But I can also see a little gap between her thighs, and the hint of her pussy lips. And the way the overhead lights are glinting off her cunt … she’swet.
I let my palm glide over her ass. God, it feels good in my hand. The skin is so pale and soft. I can’t resist a single squeeze.
I shove my right arm across her back to hold her in place as I raise my left and bring it down. Hard.
She screeches and squirms, trying to use her arms to push up off the couch so she can get away from me. But I curl my fingers around her shoulder and dig in, spanking her three more times in rapid succession.
“I thought you were a good girl. You were supposed to be my good girl.”
After another smack, I realize how pink her ass is getting. I can see my fingerprints. My mark on her. I like it. Heat travels down my spine at the sight and stirs in my dick.
Daisy tries pleading. “Stop. Daddy! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say yes!”
“Are you lying, little flower?” I purr, making my tone soft to contrast the hard smacks I just gave her. “Did you want to go on a date with this boy? Let him kiss you? Let him see you in that outfit you tried to wear this morning?” I rub her ass cheek, palming it a little as I question her. She lets out a groan of pleasure and I immediately stop, because this spanking is about punishment, not pleasure.
“No. He asked … and I just froze up. I didn’t mean to say yes. It popped out. I’m sorry.” She groans, and her thighs shift, opening, inviting me in.
But instead of reaching between her thighs and giving her what she wants, I trail my hand softly up and down her ass, across her globes, near her crease … teasing her until she’s gasping.
“You want attention, baby? Daddy will give you attention. All the attention you need.” My tone is sensual but still dark. I’m angry at her for betraying this perfect thing between us, for being scared of it or questioning it or whatever made the word ‘yes’ tumble from her lips. But I’m even angrier at myself. Because after this morning, I’d thought things were clear. I thought we both knew we were headed in the same direction. I obviously didn’t spell things out enough.
