Page 21 of Chaining Daisy
“More?”Oh, do tell.I rub my thighs together, enjoying the way it sends a tingle up my spine that matches the delightful anticipation coursing through my veins right now.
He takes a deep breath, as if this next part is hard for him to admit. But his eyes are steady on mine as he admits, “Secrecy. Part of my kink is the idea of sneaking around. Both of us role-playing like we’re sneaking around … and also me … following you. Watching you.”
A little bit of shock rolls through me. That’s a lot to take in. But as I absorb it, the secrecy part feels a lot like what we’re already doing. And the idea of Gunnar’s eyes devouring me—well that, I just straight up love.
“So, don’t tell anyone what we’re doing?” I give a shaky laugh. “I don’t really know how I’d explain it anyway.” I can only imagine the shocked look on Rose’s face. Lily might get it. Violet … I’m not sure if she would. She’s been promised by her family to some old guy she’s never even met. She’d probably think I’m crazy.
Realistically, we won’t be able to keep this thing a secret forever, but for now … sure.
“You’re okay with me following you?” His tone is tight. “Think it through.”
“Um … in case you haven’t noticed, my life consists of home and the animal shelter. Now school. I’m not that thrilling. So, yeah, if you want to hide behind the animal cages and smell dog shit …”
“Let me be more specific. I want to record you on video. I want to watch you. I want to jerk off in your room at night standing over you. Newsflash, I’ve done that one. But I also want to follow you and tell you all sorts of naughty things to do in public while I watch.”
Oh. Oh. Damn. I stare at Gunnar, reeling a little. Trying to process this. It’s a bit of an overload. “You’ve jerked off in my room?”
“With your panties.”
I fight a blush as I confess, “I’ve done it on your bed before while you were at work.” Instinctively, I want to hide my face, because that’s a secret I thought I’d take to the grave.
“Ugh. God. Daisy.” He squeezes my thigh. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
His praise makes me giddy.
“So…um…anything else? Blood play or animal sacrifices?” I tease.
He gives me a stern look. “Are you making fun of me?”
“If I am, will you spank me again?”
“Did you like it?” He looks genuinely curious.
I give a little thought to the answer before I respond. “I deserved it. But, yeah, I also kinda liked it.” With anyone else, I’d be embarrassed to admit that, but after he’s just disclosed all of these things, I find myself feeling brave enough to be vulnerable too and tell him what I want. “I kind of want you to spank me and then slide that hand down and finger me until I scream.”
“Mmmm … Daisy. You are the most perfect woman ever invented.”
My heart skips and I bring my hand to his chest, happy to feel that his is beating just as quickly as mine. “Does that mean yes?”
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head steadily, though his eyes dance with banked heat. His five-o’clock shadow makes him look twice as intimidating and severe as normal. “I think you’re forgetting my first kink, princess. I’m the boss.”
I cross my arms as best I can while on his lap and stick my tongue out.
He just grins. “You want to play? We can play. But we’re going to do it my way.”
His thumbs edge up my inner thighs, brushing against the hem of my sleep shorts and I’m desperate for him to keep going. There’s a low, aching pulse in my pussy. And finally, it’s going to be satisfied.
“Yes. Please.” I have no idea what to expect even though he spelled out all his rules. Does he want to watch me right now? Because I could make myself come in about two seconds flat. I’ve never been this turned on before in my life. Or does he want to try out some role-play? Some kind of exhibition? I’m dying to know. And I’m all on board for Gunnar’s kinks—whatever it takes. As long as I get to keep calling him Daddy, which he seems to like, I’m good.
“Then stand up, pretty girl.” His hands release me and I pop right up, standing, ready for anything. Does he want to go to the bedroom? Will he be into handcuffs and all that Fifty Shades shit? Possibilities flicker through my head as he stands behind me and towers over me.
I look up at him, for the millionth time admiring his size. Those broad shoulders I want to bite and mark, the dark hair speckled with gray—currently looking windswept because he was downstairs. I even like the little patch of sweat on his white tee that clings to his happy trail. For the first time ever, I let my eyes drift down to the very obvious tent in his black boxers. It looks big. God.
“Gunnar,” I whisper, “You know I’m a virgin, right?” I’m not just playing into his fantasy right now … I really, really need him to know that he can’t just plow right into me. My eyes travel up to his deep brown gaze, and he must realize I’m serious. I quickly explain, “I mean … I’ve got a dildo and stuff. I’m not, like, totally, um … you know what, I’m going to stop talking.” I blush, all my earlier confidence asking for a spanking fading, though I have no idea why.
“Fuck.” Gunnar reaches out and grabs my jaw roughly. And then his lips are on mine, claiming me again—roughly. This isn’t a sweet kiss; it’s a kiss of raw possession as his lips close over mine and his tongue darts out, pushing past my lips and savagely plundering my mouth.
It’s so fucking good that my mind floats away, and my knees threaten to collapse.
