Page 43 of Chaining Daisy
He gives a stiff nod. “You’d better get going.”
“Do I have to?” I breathe, jutting out my lower lip. If he hasn’t said he’s going, then this whole night is a waste of time.
“Yes.” His expression immediately turns cold and domineering. “You do.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“Daddy wants you to,” he counters, stepping closer and grabbing my hand, placing it over the bulge in his pants. “I want to watch you through the bookshelves and give you orders until I’m ready to fuck you senseless.”
Shit. Damn. Yes.I press my thighs together and feel the evidence of my own arousal. I might have just ruined these panties.
What Daddy wants, he’s going to get.
DAISY
“And X is?” Justin asks, leaning unnecessarily over my paper, his gaze dropping to my breasts. Daddy texted me to cross my arms underneath them and prop them up so thislittle shit—his words—gets an eyeful.
I’m doing as ordered. It’s working for Justin, which makes me nervous, even though it also gives me a dirty little thrill to see his brown eyes keep slipping down over my skin. I only hope it’s working for Gunnar too. My nipples are hard little points inside my bra as I pretend to focus on math instead of the needy ache between my thighs that’s been getting worse for the past hour.
Justin and I are up on the third floor of the library at a long wooden table with reading lamps with green glass shades and wooden chairs that are so uncomfortable that I don’t know how anyone gets any studying done here. Based on the fact that Justin and I are the only two people on this floor, I doubt most other college students study here at all. Coffee shops are way more comfortable.
If it weren’t for the game that Daddy and I are playing, my ass and brain would both be numb from this experience. But I like being his little doll and posing for him. It turns me on to think that he’s out there in the stacks snapping photos of me or touching himself.
Guilt does gnaw me a bit for what we’re doing with Justin, because he’s a decent guy, but the mind’s power to rationalize anything and everything makes me realize that tonight I’m getting far more of a lesson in psychology than math. I’m twisted. Far more unkind and unhinged than I ever thought I was. But then, any girl who stands in a corner half-naked to seduce her stepfather isn’t entirely sane.
I’m okay with that.
More than okay.
Another text comes through.
Spread your legs, baby girl.
My breath hitches as I do as instructed, widening my stance as far as my tight jean skirt will allow.Fuck, Daddy’s dirty.Quivering pulses work their way from my core to my thighs as I look up from the table, eyes studying the stacks, wondering if he’s straight across from us in the dusty old books.
Sure enough, on the second shelf up from the floor, I see a shadow appear as first one book then another slides from its resting spot. My heart starts pounding. Heislooking. I squirm on my seat as I picture him kneeling on the floor, staring right between my legs.
“That problem getting to you?” Justin leans over to look at my work, his hair flopping over his forehead in a way some other girl might find cute.
“No. Um. It’s not the problem. I just remembered something.” I drag my phone up from my lap. “I need to shoot off a quick text, sorry. Grocery list thing.”
“Sure. Sure.” He gives me an easy grin.
You are making me crazy.
Immediately, a text bubble pops up on my screen and three little dots appear as Gunnar types. And types. And types.What the hell?My breath starts coming more quickly as I stare at the phone wondering what he could possibly want to say.
When the message comes through, I want to scream, because I think he was toying with me. Typing and erasing. Typing and erasing. Making me wait.
All that he ends up sending is this:Pull your panties to the side.
Ugh. Jerk. I glare off into the stacks, hoping that my gaze cuts right into his chest.Mean Daddy. Mean.
Part of me wants to be a brat and close my legs entirely, but I like this game far more than I like my pride.
“All good on the grocery front?” Justin asks.
“Oh. Um. Yup.” I give him a strained, toothy grin as I put my phone back on my lap, balancing it on my thigh while my fingers yank the hem of my skirt up underneath the table. “Did you try out sixty-six though? That one is kind of a mind bender.”
