Page 46 of Chaining Daisy
I gasp at the stretch—it’s still new to me.
“That’s it. Take, baby.” He slowly slides in further and I bite my lip because the feeling is so intense.
I bite my lip and a tiny whimper escapes.
He stops pressing in, his hand reaches around to my clit and starts gently stroking up and down. “Here, Daisy, I’m going to make it all better.” Slowly, he works his hand in circles and then figure eights, forgetting his own pleasure while he makes me buck.
He drops his grip on my hair. “One day, sweetie, we’ll work you up to being Daddy’s slut. But right now … I think you still need to be my good girl. And good girls always come first.”
He pulls out and I think he grabs his dick, because he starts sliding it steadily along my seam, the hot, wet heat of it gliding over my opening while his other hand gradually builds up the intensity with my clit.
I end up pushing up from the table with my hands and arching my back as he works my body up to a frothing, needy mess. It feels so damned good that the instinct to piston my hips takes over, but Daddy steps in closer, pinning me to the table.
“Baby, stay still and just enjoy.”
Fuck. I can’t. He’s asking the impossible. I end up reaching down and tweaking my own nipples. It adds to the build up, but Gunnar’s pace is just a fraction too slow.
“Faster, please,” I beg.
“No.” Daddy’s answer is short and curt. “My little girl doesn’t get half-assed orgasms. You’re going to come so hard you scream, or you’re not coming at all.”
He’s so hot and so mean.
I drop my hands from my chest and claw at the table because his words twist me up so tight. I’m ready. I’m there. Except his fingers won’t take me over the brink.
“Tell me how long you’ve dreamt about this, Daisy. How long have you wanted me to touch you?”
“Since the first day we met,” I admit, wondering why he’s distracting me from the delectable sensations fluttering through my lower belly right now.
“Did you ever touch yourself and pretend it was me?”
My cheeks shouldn’t blush red hot at the admission, because he already knows the answer, but they do. “Yes.”
“What did you imagine me doing to you?”
My favorite fantasy automatically comes up inside my head. “I would think about us swimming in the pool in the backyard. I’d get out of the water and lay out in the sun.”
“Mmm. What bikini were you wearing?” he asks, his finger dipping into me.
“The red one. You said you liked it once.” It was the skimpiest swimsuit I owned, the back little more than a g-string, but I lost it awhile ago.
“Yes, I do like that one. Maybe I’ll even let you have it back now.”
“You stole it?” I gasp, both from surprise and from the fact that he’s curling his finger inside of me and tapping on my g-spot.
“Yes. I didn’t want you wearing it out in public. But you’re getting off track. Daddy wants to hear your story. What happened after you climbed out of the pool?” His other hand comes around to my clit, circling but not quite touching it.
My mind slides back to the perfectly manicured backyard and the lounge chairs on one side of the pool. “I go lay down in a lounger and you’d tell me I needed to wear sunscreen. I’d wave you off and tell you I’m going inside in ten minutes.”
“Which we both know is a lie, because you love that sunshine.”
I don’t bother arguing with him now because those fingers of his are pure magic. My thighs are trembling. “You’d get all grumpy like you do and go grab a bottle, marching back over. Then you’d squirt it all over me.” In my head, the scene plays like a movie. Gunnar’s expression, angry behind a pair of sunglasses. His chest on display, those perfect pecs drawing my eyes again and again while his swim trunks drip pool water steadily onto the sizzling concrete. My arms and legs are covered in white drizzles as I glare up at him.
“Then what?” Gunnar asks, picking up the pace slightly and making my breathing grow choppy.
It’s hard to focus, but he wants to hear, so I tell him. “Then you sit down and rub in the sunscreen yourself. And I’m so shocked I let you. But when you get to my bikini bottoms, you don’t stop. Your hand dips underneath and you keep rubbing.”Just like you are now.God. Yes. Right there.
“Do you try to stop Daddy?” he whispers in my ear.
