Page 48 of Chaining Daisy
Fuck, I only came half an hour ago and just the thought of her makes me start to get hard. Well, alright, it’s not just the thought of her. I’m also pretty fucking stoked that scrawny little Justin saw me banging the shit out of Daisy in the study room. The twerp’s face had gone pale and angry for a second before he’d flipped me off.
When I got into medical school, I thought that was the best moment of my life. When I successfully extracted my first tumor, that moment eclipsed all others. Then I thought it was meeting Daisy. But nothing, nothing trumps roughly owning my girl in front of another man.
That wasn’t even on my list of kinks before. But it sure as hell is now.
Maybe I should feel a sliver of regret. A normal person might. But fucking my Daisy in front of him, knowing he could see her delectable ass through the window and realize he was never getting a piece of it, made my dick swell twice as much as normal.
God, I don’t think I’ve ever nutted that hard in my entire life.
We’re definitely doing that again.
When I pull into the garage, I spot Daisy’s car already parked in its spot. I knew she made it home safely because I tracked her on my phone, but seeing her car just eases the tension inside my chest. I have no doubt that seeing her in person will ease it further, because in addition to owning her, I have a driving desire to see her safe.
I wonder what she’s doing right now. If she’s curled up on her bed, legs tucked underneath her, making up lies for her friends about how the date was lame. I wonder if her little pussy is sore. It has to be after that pounding I gave her.
I shove open my car door and smile because I know exactly how I’m going to check on her. While she slept the other night, I made a few little changes to the house.
The TV screen hung on the wall in my office shows several rooms in the house and I lean forward from my seat at my desk, eyes scanning only to see all of her friends gathered in the living room. I click that room off, uninterested, because I quickly spot Daisy in the shower in her en-suite.
Much more interesting.
The glass door of the shower is unfortunately steamy, so I can’t see her full figure, but her silhouette, and that ass that drives me crazy, are enough. I wonder if she’s trying to wash the scent of sex off her—since I made her come home with my cum still dripping out of her.
God, everything about her just screams sex to me.
I touch myself through my pants, though I know there’s no chance I’ll be getting any while her friends are here. Not unless I sneak in and grab Daisy while they’re sleeping.
Not going to happen since I don’t want to traumatize her. But even if I can’t have her again tonight, I love knowing that there’s going to be a next time. And a time after that. And another one after that.
Now that I have her, I’m never letting her go, not even if I have to chain her—
“We can’t get the remote—WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?”
I glance up and see Rose, Daisy’s best friend, standing in front of my desk, dumbstruck—staring at the TV. On the screen, a very naked Daisy wraps a towel around herself.
Aw shit.
The girl takes one look at my hand on my dick and storms out.Guess it was a good thing I left my pants on.I roll my eyes as I shut down the camera app and TV and go to follow the screaming little vixen down the hall.
What’s Daisy going to think? Is she going to be hurt? Are these girls going to hate us and make her cry?
Goddammit. Of course, it had to be this way. I knew things were going too well.Chaos had to descend eventually. Daisy and I don’t get to announce our decision to date in a month, holding hands and looking like a prim and proper sweet little couple. Her friend has to catch me in the middle of a kink.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair, pissed at myself once again. If my goal in life is not to traumatize Daisy then I just messed up big time. Failing seems like it’s becoming a habit of mine and that is simply unacceptable.
When I reach the living room, I see Rose has already rallied the troops and the other Wild Flowers are standing with their arms folded, eyes judgmental.
“Creep,” Lily mutters.
“Pervert,” Rose snarls.
Violet only looks at me with raised eyebrows, as if she’s impressed, which instantly makes her my new favorite. At least she’s giving me the benefit of the doubt.
“I’m getting Daisy,” Violet announces.
“Be gentle when you tell her, please,” I say, relieved Rose didn’t run right into the bathroom screaming.
Rose’s eyes hurl daggers in my direction as she gives Violet her own set of directions. “Good. Tell her she can come stay at my house—”
