Page 28 of Chaining Daisy
“Better?”
I nod.
Then he lowers his arms, wrapping them around my back, hugging my body to his as he strokes in and out of me, a tiny bit deeper than before. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
His hands slide down to my lower back and grab my ass. The spots he spanked earlier squeal in pain, but he lifts my butt and it changes the way his dick hits inside of me.
Instead of stroking deep, he thrusts shallowly and the thick mushroom head of his cock taps against … something.Fuck! What is that?
“It’s so intense,” I whine, writhing, trying to get away.
But Gunnar holds me in place and keeps going. “Trust me, baby. You’re going to like it.”
“It’s too much!” I argue.
“Daisy, are you going to use your safe word? Or are you going to submit?”
That makes me clamp my lips together. I study his eyes and he stops for a moment, awaiting my decision.
“Promise it will feel better.” I beg, because I need to know.
He dives down and kisses me, sucking on my lower lip for a moment before releasing it. “Promise,” he whispers, his lips moving across my own as he makes that vow.
And I believe him. Wholeheartedly and completely. Because Gunnar has never let me down. I reach up and stroke his cheeks as I nod, giving him my consent, my trust, my submission.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commands.
I do what he asks, and he shifts slightly, creating more space between our torsos. “Now, put your hand between us and finger that clit.”
“It’s already too–”
“Daisy, I don’t want to spank you right now, baby. But I will. I’ll flip you over doggie style and spank you as I fuck you.”
That mental image ties together with the sensations floating through my body and I end up writhing underneath him.
“Hand,” he orders.
This time, I don’t hesitate to obey, because I can feel my body climbing up that invisible hill, nearing the peak. Whatever he’s doing…it’s working. It’s like my body is adjusting to the intensity of that sensation…and instead of wanting less…now, I want more.
I don’t bother telling Gunnar that he’s right. The bossy fucker knows it anyway. I put my thumb and forefinger on either side of my clit and tug.
“Good girl,” he praises and he gradually starts to fuck me harder, eventually working up to a pace that makes his thick balls slam into my ass and add another layer of sensation.
This is what it’s like to be fucked, used, ridden. It’s nothing like what I expected from all the porn videos. Watching can’t describe the way his dick spreads my sensitive lips, the slide against them making me instinctively want to swivel and grind, not just take it like the girls on TV do in order to give the camera the best angle. Dirty books don’t even get it right. They always describe mind-numbing after-effects … but not the mind-blanking, animalistic need that comes right before.
All I can think about is coming. Hard.
“Baby, let me hear you,” Gunnar says as he fucks me so forcefully I slide up on the pillow, my head precariously close to the headboard.
“But, Daddy, I don’t want to get caught by the other people at the party,” I breathe. “If they find us, we’ll get kicked out.”
That sends him over the edge. “Oh God.” He ruts me with wild abandon, words flying from his mouth. I only catch half of them because I’m too busy tugging at my clit with one hand and shoving the other above my head to brace myself so I don’t smash into the headboard from his thrusts. The words I do catch are “perfect,” “hot,” and “Daddy’s pussy.”
Oh God, yes.“It’s your pussy. Yours.”
He grunts and his fingers dig into my ass as he comes, which is the most exquisite torture, because I swear, his dick gets even warmer inside of me as he does. Tugging my clit hard, I follow almost immediately after, and I’m surprised by how much more satisfying it is to clench down on a thick, hard dick than on a pair of fingers. It’s bliss … pure, unrivaled, mindlessness. I swivel my hips, drawing out the sensation, his cock twitching deliciously inside of me as a result. His back tenses underneath my heels, but I don’t let up. He got his orgasm, and I’m getting mine. I writhe up into him again.
He gives a gasp and that delicious little surge of sensual power I felt before when he watched me with burning eyes returns two-fold.That’s right, Gunnar. You might be my daddy, and I might be your sub. But I own you.I milk every bit of my own orgasm out of his dick.
