Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Time did not remake Daisy into something new. If anything it pressed her into place with gentle, relentless pressure.
Months passed without markers. No dates stood out.
There were no milestones announced. Her days narrowed into a shape that fit her, one set by King’s presence and expectation.
Sharp edges dulled. Panic thinned. Fear learned when to stop.
Each morning followed the last with a rhythm she did not question.
The world didn’t begin until he did. She ate what was prepared.
Dressed in the soft, pastel hued clothes he picked out for her.
The myriad choices of day-to-day life no longer presented themselves before her.
Problems simply did not exist any longer.
Everything was taken care of from one moment to the next.
Nothing demanded that she decide what version of herself to present to the world.
The relief that gave Daisy was palpable.
Though she was still shy, quick to startle, and clumsy as ever, King did not reprimand her.
He watched her with a calm that never cracked.
At times it seemed as if he was even amused by her, as if her fragility pleased him.
Sometimes his hand steadied her before she fell.
When Daisy cried, he was quick to gather her close, soothing her as her tears ran their course.
He accepted her as she was, never demanding that she change.
The penthouse became her horizon. Not a cage as she’d feared it would be, but a place of safety.
Within its glass and steel walls, Daisy remained protected against the chaos of the outside world.
Its dangers couldn’t touch her here, high above the dirty streets, ensconced in clean lines and stark colors.
From the inside looking out, she viewed the havoc of it all. When she imagined stepping back into that noise, her chest tightened. Thoughts scattered, her stomach churned with the memory of choice and consequence. The idea of standing alone in that chaos felt wrong.
King handled everything around them. Standing between her and anything that could be perceived as a threat, he kept Daisy cocooned. Secure and sheltered from the storm that lingered beyond the walls.
At night she slept beside him in his big bed.
Dreams came and went, none of them daring to intrude upon her beyond the moment her lashes fluttered open.
Waking brought the same certainty each time, held within his presence.
An arm draped over her waist, holding her close.
Anchoring her within those quiet moments.
Safety became something tangible, a feeling deep in her core that warmed her from the inside out. Time stretched into a single thread where the question of what came next faded into nothingness.
Days filled with minor tasks that were never judged, she catered to King’s needs as he remained close.
No longer trekking to the office every day, he remained home with her.
Allowing her to bring him his coffee as she had always done, helping to organize files and keep his calendar updated.
Gone was the pressure of it all, the grinding overwhelm that used to fill her long hours at the office. It was something simple now. Easy.
One night, Daisy knelt before the windows, watching the rain trace glimmering paths down the tall windows.
The streets beyond were a blur of light, reds and yellows and greens that pulsed with the heartbeat of the city.
King stood behind her, hand on her crown.
Stroking the thick blonde locks that had begun to grow long.
In that moment, Daisy felt the decision weighing upon her.
The very last one she would have to make.
Heart slamming against the back of her ribs, it tried to be free of its bony cage.
Fingers twisting together, she craned her neck to look up at him.
Released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as she caught his startling blue eyes.
“I want to stay,” Daisy whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Though both she and her voice trembled, she remained steadfast. “Like this. With you.”
King said nothing, waiting her out. His hand moved over her hair, ceaseless in his comfort. As if he knew in that moment she needed him to hold her up against the swelling tide that threatened to suck her under.
“I don’t want to have to choose anymore. I want you to.” Daisy bowed her head, long hair tumbling down around her warming face as she uttered those words.
Fingers tangling in her hair, he brought her head up. Forcing her to meet his gaze as he crouched.
“Say it.”
Peace descended over her in a rushing wave. Left her trembling even harder as her breath hitched.
“Always, Daddy.”
King’s lips curled, a wolfish smile as he gathered her close. Caught within the warm cage of his arms, he captured her lips in a savage kiss. Plunging deep inside of her, he stroked over her wet heat. Relearning her taste as he invaded her senses.
Mewling against him, Daisy clung to the fine weave of his shirt. Twisting into him, she buried herself in his heat. Pressed tight against rippling muscle.
“That’s my good girl,” he husked as he rose with her in his arms.
Carrying her through the darkened penthouse, he took them to the bedroom. Laid her down on the black silk sheets before he stripped her dress from her tiny frame.
“You belong here. With me. Always,” he murmured against the sensitive flesh of her tit as he crawled on top of her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.
His mouth closed over her nipple. The sensation was immediate—wet heat and the scrape of teeth.
Daisy's spine pulled into a sharp arch, a gasp searing down her throat.
King's hand palmed her other breast, fingers kneading the soft globe before pinching her nip between thumb and forefinger.
The stimulation sent electricity crackling down her spine.
“So responsive,” he growled against her skin. His tongue circled the hardened peak, flicking over the sensitive tip until it was hard enough to cut glass. “These pretty tits were made for my mouth.”
Daisy's fingers tangled in his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away. The intensity was already too much. Her body was vibrating, every nerve ending lit up and screaming. King's teeth grazed her nipple, and she cried out, hips bucking as her puss clenched over air.
His hand slid down her stomach. Possessive. Claiming every inch of skin he touched. When his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, he didn't hesitate. Didn't ask. Just pushed between her legs and found her already damp.
“Fuck,” he breathed against her breast. “This sweet peach is moist for me already, baby girl.”
Heat flooded through her as her thighs fell open. She was. Her body had prepared itself, her nectar gathering between her legs. King's fingers traced through her slick folds, spreading the juices, making obscene sounds that filled the quiet bedroom.
“Daddy—”
“Shh.” His thumb found her clit and pressed down. Hard. “I know what you need.”
He didn't give her time to adjust. His fingers plunged inside her pussy, two thick digits stretching her open. Daisy let out a sharp cry, clenching around the thickness. King's thumb stayed on her clit, circling with relentless pressure as his fingers pumped in and out.
Pleasure built in overwhelming surges. Too fast. She wasn’t ready.
Hands scrabbling over the silken sheets, she tried to hold on to something as the maelstrom of ecstasy sizzled through her veins.
King was everywhere. Mouth on her tits, fingers knuckle deep in her dripping flower.
His weight pressing her into the mattress. There was no escape.
“That's it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Beefy fingers curled inside of her, stroking over that spot that had stars bursting in her eyes. Daisy’s hips jerked, thighs trembling under the onslaught. The pressure in her belly coiled tighter, tighter, building toward something she couldn't stop.
“Daddy, I—”
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers.”
Daisy cried out, the command shattering her into a thousand glittering pieces.
She bucked and jostled, pussy a wet mess of contractions around his fingers as he continued to pump them into her gushing tunnel.
The orgasm tore through her without warning, ripping a scream from her throat.
Creaming around his fingers, sweet nectar flooded her pussy and dripped down to coat his palm.
Convulsing from the intense pleasure, her thighs trembled.
King’s fingers kept pumping, curling against that devastating spot. Thumb grinding circles on her button, dragging out the contractions until she was sobbing. The pleasure was too much. Too intense. It bordered on pain.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Such a good girl, coming so hard for Daddy.”
When he finally withdrew his fingers, Daisy collapsed against the sheets. Her buttery soft bosom heaved, breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was wrung out. Empty.
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucked them clean. King’s eyes never left her as his tongue laved over the digits, tasting her. The sight of it made something clench low in her belly even through the exhaustion.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “But I need more.”
Daisy hadn’t even processed the words through the muddled fog of her thoughts before King was moving down her body.
Gripping her thighs, he spread her wide around him.
Daisy’s legs strained, trying to close over the throbbing tenderness of her vulva.
His strength was absolute, pinning her open, legs splayed flat to the bed beneath her.
“Daddy, wait—”
“No,” he husked. “You don't get to hide from me.”
His mouth descended on her pussy.