Page 30 of Chaining Daisy
“Not really the fatherly type.” I shrug.
“You’re the Daddy type,” she quips and I grin down at her.
“Yes. That I am. But I’m so glad I did it because it means I got to feel you. So soft and tight and warm, baby. It felt so good. And the way you submitted? You made me so happy.”
Her lips press together in a shy smile at the praise. I make a mental note to give her more of it. Because as much as I adore sparring with her bratty side, this soft complacency absolutely destroys me.
“I liked submitting,” she admits.
“Thank goodness.”
“Right? Who knew we’d be so perfect for each other?”
I just smile down at her. I did. I knew from the moment I met her. I take a deep breath, not ready to tell her, scare her. If she can still accidentally say yes to dates with other guys we are definitely not on the same page of obsession yet.
One day.
I hope.
“How sore are you?” I ask, studying her sweet face, still disbelieving that I’m here in her room, buck naked beside her. The universe has never been this kind to me before, and my natural suspicion is roused for a moment, before I douse it. I will not look this gift horse in the mouth.
“I’m fine,” Daisy replies in one of those bright voices my patients put on when they’re lying through their teeth.
My jaw stiffens. I turn to the nightstand where I laid out other supplies. “Here. Take a Tylenol. And no lying, honey. I don’t want to make that a rule, but I have to trust you and you have to trust me.”
I stare at her long enough to ensure she gets the message. Once she gives a small nod, I hand her the pill and a glass of water before I put the rag on my thigh and grab a bottle of lube I brought.
“No, please. I’m done. I’m so, so done.” She tries weakly to wave me off.
“Shh … I’m just going to put a little on you. A little lube after a hard session will make the skin down there less sensitive.” I gently bring my lubed fingers to her crotch, careful not to directly touch her skin as I smooth it on.
She hisses anyway. “It’s cold.”
“Sorry. But I think you’d kill me right now if I tried the warming lube.”
She chuckles her agreement and sighs as I finish. “Thanks. That does feel a little better.”
“Almost done,” I tell her. Naturally, some of the lube clings to her little patch of pubic hair, so I use the rag to dab at the excess before standing up and walking to her bathroom to toss the rag into the sink.
“You know what?” she calls out as I turn to walk back.
“What?”
“Your ass looks even better naked.”
I chuckle as she yanks a sheet up over herself, arranging her blankets, trying to pretend she’s nonchalant instead of blushing furiously after her admission.
“So you were looking at my ass before this?” I query.
“Who wouldn’t?”
“True,” I give her a satisfied smile and a wink as I pull a corner of the quilt back and slide in beside her.
She blinks up at me, those long lashes slightly clumped together after the tears she shed earlier. “You’re staying?” Her voice is small and hopeful.
“If you want me to,” I tell her.
“Always,” she grins bashfully, her face so cute, the apples of her cheeks drawing my hands like magnets.
