Page 39 of Chaining Daisy
It’s selfish and immature of me to revel in my own happiness when I know that Lily’s worried just ahead, but after living in the dank rot of despair for so long, I cling to this good feeling. To Gunnar and the delicious way he takes control and makes my worries slip away. Even when he does push my limits.
After the garter and the incident in the empty classroom, I have no doubt he’s going test them later.
I can’t fucking wait.
I wish he would have tested them last night, but he’d simply drawn me a bath and told me I needed to recover before he fucked me senseless again. And of course, he’d reminded me I wasn’t allowed to touch myself … all while he watched me sink down in the water and jerked himself off in front of me, claiming “We’re waiting for your own good, but Daddy has needs.”
Hot. Fucking. Jerk.
My core heats just recalling the way he stood in the bathroom, steam curling around him. God, he’s in such good shape that I’d even traced his thigh muscles with my eyes as he stood wide-legged on the tile, his dick swollen red, tugging faster than I’d ever seen. So fast, I swear it probably hurt. At the end, he grabbed my clean panties from the countertop and came on them, before insisting that I wear them to sleep.
“Your pussy always needs to have a little of my cum on it, baby,” he’d said.
God … his kinks.
Mmmm.
“What are you doing?” Rosie is at my side, peering down at my phone.
I blink back into reality, startled to find we’re already at the math building. “Oh, um nothing. Just thinking.”
“What does Gunnar mean about tonight?” she asks. “Don’t you have your big date?”
Lily and Violet turn back to us, arms linked. Lily’s jaw drops. “Ohmygosh! I forgot about the date! How could I? What time do you want us to come over?” Her transition from fear to excitement is a complete one-eighty.
What? Wait. No. I hold up a hand trying to fend off Lily’s manic expression. “You don’t have to—”
“It will keep my mind off things and get me out of my house, where I’ll just be worried he can find me.”
“Oh! Maybe we should turn it into a sleepover!” Rose starts clapping her hands, her dark curls blowing across her face.
My mouth drops in horror. No. No-no-no-no. This cannot be happening. My chest grows tight and my stomach drops like I’m riding a roller coaster—but not a good one—one that’s utterly terrifying.
I’m not ready for this. I want alone time with Gunnar. I WANT TO GET FUCKED.
I don’t want to have to pretend to be good or normal or hide what we are … because I love it. I’m just not ready to share it. “You guys don’t have to—”
“It’ll be fun! Remember that time we all slept over when Lily went on that date with Kevin Brekker?” Violet grins.
“And I didn’t make it back until three in the morning?” Lily laughs.
“Yup,” Violet pops her ‘p’ as she grins. “Then you gave us a full play by play of what went down.”
Lily shakes her head with a solemn look. “His dick was so disappointing.”
All three of them laugh and I join in, but hollowly.I mean, how can I refuse to have them over? It’s not exactly like I can say, ‘Hey girls, so I started fucking Gunnar and I’d like a little bit of privacy—K, thanks, bye.’
Aloud, I say, “Sounds like so much fun!” Inside, I die a little.
Lily glances over at me. “I’ll bring clothes for you.”
“Makeup!” Violet calls dibs.
“Why am I always hair?” Rose grumbles, though she knows exactly why. With her natural curls, she’s been forced to become a hair expert and can do anything from sleek and straight to even creating those flower rosettes for weddings. She’s a hair goddess.
“Guys, isn’t this a little overkill? It’s just a study date. Like not even a real one,” I toss out a weak argument, but I have to try.
They’re already pushing through the doors into the building and not a single one of them bothers to respond.
