Chapter 254: Taking Daisy In Public

Kalon walked closer across the red grass.

Daisy stayed where she was, still a little flushed from training, black bodysuit tight on her body. The force work had left a light sheen of sweat on her shaved head. The pink gems on her scalp glowed soft in the open light.

"Your form looks incredible," Kalon said.

Daisy’s shoulders eased further. "I have been training every day."

"I can tell." His eyes moved over her without rush. The bodysuit clung to her soft breasts and the heavy curve of her ass. Gravity pulled on both even through the fabric. "Your body looks incredible too."

Daisy’s cheeks went pink at once.

"That is inappropriate," she said. Then, quieter, "But... thank you."

Kalon smiled.

"Daisy, that’s hardly inappropriate after what we have done together."

Daisy’s mouth opened, then closed again.

She could not argue with that. He had already had her bound, gagged, fucked, and left shaking in her own tent more than once.

Calling a compliment inappropriate now only made her sound silly.

Kalon smiled and glanced around the field.

The park was quiet. Very quiet.

"Hey, why don’t we try it in public this time?" he said.

Daisy stared at him. "Public? What do you mean—"

Her sentence stopped as she suddenly realised what she meant. Her cheeks blushed even brighter than before.

She looked so nervous for a woman so strong.

"Yes, let’s do it in public, Daisy."

She hesitated for a second.

"This park is quiet, but tourists walk by often," she said quickly. "If someone sees—"

"Then you had better make me cum quickly then, right?"

The words sat between them.

Daisy bur her lip for a second.

And to her own surprise, she did not refuse.

She had already accepted what she was to him a long time ago.

He was her owner, and for some strange reason in her brain, she liked that, no matter how many times she tried to deny it.

This man had walked into her camp, put her on her back, and embarrassed her in ways that would make her be stripped of her title as war commander if others found out.

But that was her place. She was his. She adored his command and power.

Her eyes dipped once toward the paths, then back to him.

"Are you sure we should do it here?" she asked.

"Yeah, I’m sure."

Daisy stepped in close, put her hands on his belt, and worked it open with fingers that only shook a little.

She got his cock out, already hard from watching her train in that bodysuit, and looked at it for a second like she was reminding herself what she had agreed to do in the open air.

Then she went to her knees in the red grass.

The bodysuit stretched tight across her ass as she settled. Her soft breasts pushed against the black fabric when she leaned forward. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and took the head into her mouth without more talk.

Warm and wet.

Kalon put a hand on her shaved head, fingers resting between the pink gems, and let her work.

Daisy sucked him in deeper on the next pass, cheeks hollowed, free hand braced on his thigh.

She moved with the same focus she used in drills, head bobbing steady, spit starting to shine on the shaft each time she pulled back. Every few strokes she glanced sideways toward the far path, then returned to the job harder, like speed itself might keep them safe.

Kalon watched the trees and the empty stretch of grass over her head.

"Faster."

Daisy made a small sound around his cock and obeyed.

Her lips tightened. Her hand stroked what her mouth could not take yet. The wet noise of it carried more than it would have in a tent. In the open field it sounded lewd and clear.

Her heavy breasts shifted inside the bodysuit with each bob of her head. Sweat and effort mixed on her scalp under his palm.

She pulled off just long enough to breathe and wipe her mouth with the back of her wrist.

"If someone comes—"

"Then finish before they get close."

Daisy’s pink eyes flicked up at him. Whatever protest she still had died there.

She took him back into her mouth and went deeper than before, nose pushing toward his stomach, throat working around the head of his cock while her hand squeezed the base.

Kalon’s fingers tightened between the gems on her scalp. He was surprised by how deep she took him.

Daisy kept sucking him in the red grass, bodysuit stretched over her ass and chest, knees planted.

She changed her rhythm without being told.

Long slow pulls first, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock on the way up, then a sudden deep take that pushed him into her throat. When her eyes watered she did not stop. She held him there, throat tight around the head, until she had to come up for air in a wet gasp.

Spit connected her bottom lip to his cock in a thin line. She wiped it with her tongue and went back in from a different angle, head tilted, hand twisting gently around the base while her mouth worked only the upper half in quick shallow strokes. The pink gems on her scalp glowed brighter under his hand. Sweat ran down past her ear and into the collar of the bodysuit.

Kalon looked down the line of her back.

The black fabric was pulled tight across her wide hips. Her ass rested heavy on her heels, soft and full, cheeks spreading slightly from how she was kneeling.

Every time she bobbed forward, that weight shifted. Her breasts hung inside the bodysuit and swung against the fabric, soft enough that the motion showed clearly even without skin exposed. Hard nipples pressed faint points through the thin black layer.

Daisy noticed him watching and seemed to take it as an order.

She planted both hands on his thighs, and fucked her own mouth onto him. Deeper. Messier. Her shaved head moved under his palm in a steady obscene rhythm. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the red grass between his boots. Small choked sounds left her each time he hit the back of her throat. She still flicked her eyes toward the distant path between strokes, but her body stayed committed, knees apart, back arched, bodysuit creased between her spread thighs.

"Oh fuck," Kalon had to curse.

The praise made her moan around his cock. The vibration ran through him. Daisy’s technique broke for a second into something greedier, less drilled, more needy.

She sucked hard on the head, tongue swirling, then took him deep again until her nose pressed against him and her throat convulsed. One of her hands left his thigh and pressed between her own legs over the bodysuit, rubbing her pussy once before she forced it back up like she had remembered her place as his property.

After a few more seconds, Kalon couldn’t hold it in anymore...