Page 37 of Chaining Daisy
That makes her buck. I end up having to plant my hands on my girl’s hips to keep her still. If she’s not careful, someone discussing Dante’sInfernowill wonder what layer of hell is in this room. If they peered through the window in the hall door, they’d discover it was lust.
Pinning Daisy to the desk, I ravish her with my mouth, nuzzling her clit with my nose, the whimpers she makes as I fuck her with my tongue driving me on. Finally, I give her what she needs most, moving my lips up and sealing them over that hot little clit.
I can’t stop her bucking then. Even pressing down on her with my shoulders, my Daisy writhes like a woman possessed, her garter dragging back and forth across my cheek.Fuck yes, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s tongue.
I don’t stop, pushing her over the brink again and again. I’m going to teach her to crave the orgasms I give her … until she’s as obsessed with me as I am with her.
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“Oh my God! Stop!”
Daisy’s begging makes me chuckle and I try to shrug her hand off my arm as I continue my victory dance. I just trounced her in Mario Kart.
We’re at a brewery—after grabbing her books and ditching her classes we decided to grab a mid-afternoon lunch. This place hardly has anything that can be called food, just cheesy tots and salad slathered in dressing, but my mood is too good to complain much about it. I’ll fix us something healthy later. The real benefit of this location is the games available for patrons, games my little flower is apparently horrible at. She’s so far lost at corn hole, giant Jenga, and now this.
“I can’t stop.” I tell her, shaking my hips back and forth as I enjoy the way her hands fly up to cover her face in embarrassment. “This is what winners look like, honey.” I ham it up.
“Who are you?” She shakes her head in disbelief and I can’t help but grin.
She’s right—but I’m fucking giddy as shit right now because being with this girl is better than any drug on the market.
“You should never be allowed to win anything ever again,” she declares as she walks away from the giant TV screen on the wall back to our wooden booth, grabbing her iced tea and sucking the straw, deliberately looking away from me.
My smile stretches from ear to ear as I watch her pout. This afternoon has been perfect. Everything has been, like the universe is proving to me how well we go together. Even her annoyance is adorable.
I toss my controller back into the basket set out for them and follow my girl back to our seats, one of only two tables in the whole place that are occupied right now since it’s mid-afternoon. Fans whir above us and the sound of a basketball game from a TV screen in the corner drifts over. “You sure I shouldn’t? Because I was kind of thinking about the prize I want for winning.”
She drops the straw and stares at me suspiciously. “There are no prizes.”
“There are always prizes when Daddy’s involved, baby.” I slide my legs around hers under the table and then slowly close my legs until hers are trapped together and I’m certain she can feel that garter.
“I was thinking my prize could be deciding where I’m going to fuck you next,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen and she automatically glances at the other restaurant patrons, though they’re at their own wooden booth near the tall windows, wrapped up in their own conversation. Once she’s satisfied we’re not scandalizing strangers, she turns back to me.
“Do you mean where like a room, or…” she gulps.
I chuckle at her nerves. “Oh sweetheart. Eventually, I’ll take you everywhere. But not yet. It’s too new for you. Yes, I was thinking like a room.” I dig her brand new phone out of my pocket and slide it across the table.
She scoops it up with an excited squeal, but I interrupt her eager delight to set up the new device.
“I’m thinking the campus library would be perfect.”
She stops mid swipe. “Wait. What?” Her eyes roam over my face, confused.
I fold my hands on the table and sit back in my seat. “That boy texted you again. And Daddy decided … you should go on that date.”
Her face contorts with what I imagine is disgust mingled with confusion. “But … why?”
“Because I want to watch you. I want to text you and give you orders. And then I want you to leave his ass and come to me so I can fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.”
DAISY
“Where were you yesterday?” Rose darts over to me as I stride across campus, hurrying between the theater and the student gym, trying vainly to escape the wind.
Unlike yesterday, where the weather was decent, today, even though the sky is a robin’s egg blue, it’s deadly cold at nine in the morning. Rose’s breath frosts the air as she hugs her gray puffy coat closed and dashes along beside me, doing her best to keep up with my strides even though I’m four inches taller.
I’m grateful for my scarf right now. I hope the orange loop around my neck hides most of my blush as I mumble, “I just spent some time with Gunnar.”
