Chapter 6 Daisy #2
"And I make sure Bunny actually sleeps instead of working on candy orders until three AM because she doesn't want to disappoint anyone," John adds, pressing a kiss to his wife's temple.
Bunny sticks her tongue out at him. "Bossy Daddy."
"Your bossy Daddy," he corrects, pulling her closer.
It's so casual. So natural. The way they all talk about their dynamics without explaining or apologizing. Like it's just... who they are. Part of the fabric of their relationships, woven in with the love and trust and everyday moments.
"To bossy Daddies," Charlotte toasts, raising her sparkling cider.
"To little girls who let them be bossy," I counter, raising my wine.
We clink glasses, and Thor chooses that exact moment to steal a cookie from the coffee table and bolt toward the back door, the evidence hanging from his mouth.
"Thor!" Rex is up immediately, but Thor's already outside with his prize.
"Let him have it," Bunny laughs. "It's a maple walnut. Those are basically healthy."
"They have a pound of butter in them," John points out.
"Semantics."
The evening dissolves into easy conversation, laughter, the comfortable rhythm of friends who know each other well. Stories about work, about clients, about the daily chaos of loving someone who needs structure as much as you need to provide it.
Later, after everyone leaves and the house is quiet again, I'm curled up on the couch with Rex. Thor's sprawled across our feet, snoring like a chainsaw, maple walnut cookie successfully defended. The foster cats are tucked in their heated beds in the garage, safe and warm.
"What are you thinking about?" Rex murmurs against my hair, his arm solid around my shoulders.
"Just thinking about how different everything is. Six months ago I was drowning. Now I'm here. With you. Buying a clinic. It's almost scary how good things are."
"Good things aren't scary," he says softly. "You just spent so long thinking you didn't deserve them that it feels wrong when they finally show up."
His hand strokes my back. "You deserve every good thing, Daisy. The clinic, this life, me. All of it."
I twist to look at him. "You really think I deserve this? Sometimes I wake up and think it's all going to disappear."
"Not going anywhere." He shifts so I'm in his lap, straddling him, his hands on my waist. "You're stuck with me, baby girl. The clinic, this house, Thor, me—all of it is permanent." He grins. “Now, Daddy wants to show his little girl how proud he is."
I kiss him, deep and slow, tasting the beer on his lips and something uniquely Rex underneath. "I love you. So much."
"Love you too, baby girl." He's already carrying me toward the bedroom. "More than you know." He stands in one smooth motion, keeping me in his arms like I weigh nothing. Thor raises his head, watches us leave with a snort, then goes back to sleep.
"Bedtime," Rex announces, carrying me down the hallway.
"Early bedtime?"
"Special occasion bedtime." His eyes are dark with promise. "Celebrating my brilliant girl and her new clinic."
He sets me on the bed gently, then steps back. "Strip for me, baby girl. Let Daddy see what's his."
I obey with shaking hands, pulling off my dress, my bra, my panties. Standing naked before him while he's fully dressed makes me feel vulnerable and precious all at once.
"So fucking beautiful." He circles me slowly, fingers trailing over my skin. "My good girl. So proud of you today."
"Daddy," I'm already aching for him.
"Shh. Daddy's going to take care of you. But first..." He sits on the edge of the bed, pats his lap. "Come here."
I move to him, and he positions me straddling his thigh, still fully clothed beneath me. The rough denim of his jeans against my bare pussy makes me gasp.
"That's it." His hands grip my hips. "Show Daddy how much you want this. Ride my thigh, baby girl."
"Rex!"
"What's my name?"
"Daddy," I whimper, starting to move. The friction is perfect and not enough all at once.
"Good girl. Look at you, getting my jeans all wet. So needy for Daddy, aren't you?"
"Yes! Please!"
"I know what you need." He guides my hips, controlling my rhythm. "But you're going to work for it. Show me how much you want to come."
I grind against his thigh desperately, chasing the friction, the pressure. His hands are firm on my hips, controlling exactly how much I get.
"Such a pretty little thing. All flushed and desperate." One hand moves to my breast, thumb circling my nipple. "So perfect for me. My good girl."
"Couldn't help it. You kept looking at me like—like you wanted to—"
"Like I wanted to bend you over the dining table in front of everyone?" His voice drops lower. "Because I did. Wanted to show them all who you belong to."
The filthy words combined with the friction push me right to the edge. "Daddy, please, can I—"
"Not yet." He stops my hips completely. I whine at the loss. "On the bed. Hands and knees."
I scramble to obey. Behind me, I hear him undressing, the clink of his belt, the rustle of fabric. Then his hands are on me again, spreading my thighs wider.
"Look how wet you are. Made a mess on my jeans, baby girl." His fingers slide through my folds, teasing. "What do we say?"
"Sorry, Daddy."
"Don't be sorry. I Love seeing how desperate you get for me." He pushes two fingers inside and I arch back into it. "This what you need? Daddy's fingers?"
"Need more. Need you."
"Greedy little thing." But he's positioning himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me. "You were so good today. So fucking proud of you."
He pushes in slowly, and I keen at the stretch. He's big and I'm so sensitive from riding his thigh that every inch feels like too much and not enough.
"That's it. Take all of Daddy's cock. You can do it, baby girl. Tell me who you belong to."
"You, Daddy. I'm yours."
"That's right." He pulls almost all the way out, slams back in. "Mine. My good girl. My perfect little wife."
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust deep and claiming. One hand slides around to find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
"So fucking good for me. Always so good." His voice is rough, strained. "Love you so much, baby girl."
"Love you too, Daddy!"
"Come on, baby. Show Daddy how good you can be. Come on my cock."
"Can I? Please, Daddy, please can I come?"
"Come for me. Now."
I shatter, clenching around him, screaming into the pillow. He fucks me through it, prolonging it, until I'm shaking and boneless.
"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl." His rhythm stutters. "Gonna fill you up. Daddy's gonna come inside his little girl—fuck—"
He groans, pulsing inside me, and I feel his cum filling me up. Marking me as his.
After, he cleans me gently with a warm washcloth, then helps me into my pajamas—the soft pink ones with little paw prints that he bought last month.
Removes my day collar—the simple silver one that looks like a necklace—and replaces it with the leather one I wear to bed.
Pink and soft with a small silver tag: "Property of Rex Sullivan. "
"Better?" he asks, sliding in behind me, his body warm and solid.
"Perfect." I'm already drifting. "Daddy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Thank you. For believing in me."
"Always will." He kisses my shoulder. "Now sleep. Tomorrow we start planning our future."
"Our clinic."
"Our everything."
I fall asleep smiling, safe in Daddy's arms, dreaming about the life we're building together. One where I get to help animals, run a business, and still be someone's cherished little girl.
The best of everything.
THE END