Page 26 of Mafia Daddy

And the terrifying part is… some deep, secret part of me wants him to.

I hug Zoop tighter and close my eyes, ass still throbbing, cock harder than ever, heart racing with equal parts fear and forbidden excitement.

Maxim Kovalev has only just begun and there’s nothing I can do to stop him…

An hour later, I’m still lying on my stomach, Zoop tucked under my chin, when a firm knock sounds on the bedroom door.

My heart jumps. I don’t answer right away.

Another knock, patient but commanding.

“Come in,” I mutter, voice muffled against the pillow.

The door opens. Maxim steps inside carrying the small white tub of cooling cream. He’s removed his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his forearms, looking unfairly composed while I’m half-naked and thoroughly punished. His eyes scan me once … bare ass still glowing, legs slightly parted on the bed… before he closes the door behind him with a quiet click.

I push up onto my elbows, suddenly self-conscious. “I… I thought you were done with me.”

“I was,” he says simply. “But I don’t enjoy leaving my boy in unnecessary pain.” He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “Do you have something to say to me, Milo?”

I swallow. The burn in my ass has settled into a deep, relentless throb, and the idea of relief is suddenly more tempting than my pride. I take a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “For stealing Yuri’s phone.”

Maxim watches me for a long moment, then nods once. “Good boy. Turn over and lie flat.”

I do as I’m told, pressing my face into the pillow as he shifts closer. The cap of the tub clicks open. A moment later, cool, silky cream touches my overheated skin. I jolt at the first contact, but Maxim’s hand is shockingly gentle. His palm glides over my right cheek in slow, careful circles, spreading the cream with tender precision. The relief is immediate and heavenly.

A soft, involuntary moan slips out of me before I can stop it.

Maxim works the other cheek next, thumbs pressing lightly into the sore flesh, kneading the cream in until the worst of the fire dulls to a warm glow. I’m stunned by how careful he is, nothing like the ruthless Pakhan who just lit up my ass with a hairbrush. Maxim’s touch is almost reverent.

“You took your punishment well,” he murmurs, voice low. “Even when you were fighting me.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I stay quiet, letting the cool cream and his strong, surprisingly tender hands do their work. By the time he finishes, my ass feels soothed and my whole body has gone heavy and warm.

Maxim caps the tub and sets it on the nightstand. “I’ve ordered dinner. It should be here soon. The finest steak, crisp French fries, and cold beers.”

I twist my head to look at him, eyes wide. “That’s… that’s my favorite meal.”

“I know.” A faint smile touches his lips. “I know a lot of things, Milo. But what I want now is to get to know you. Face to face. No games. No stolen phones. Just the two of us seeing if we can come to an understanding.”

Something tight and wary in my chest loosens a fraction.

I search his face for the trap, but all I see is calm intensity and something that might actually be patience.

“I… I would like that,” I admit softly.

Maxim nods, satisfied. He stands, towering over me again, but the energy between us feels different now—charged, yes, but not purely adversarial. “I’ll leave you to put some clothes on. When you’re ready, come through to the living area and join me.”

He walks to the door, then pauses. “And Milo?”

“Yes?”

“Leave the briefs off tonight. I want to know that sore little bottom is still bare under whatever you wear.”

Heat floods my face, but I nod. Maxim leaves without another word, closing the door softly behind him.

I lie there for another minute, ass tingling pleasantly from the cream, heart doing weird little flips in my chest. Maxim Kovalev just spanked me within an inch of my life, put me on display like a punished brat, and then rubbed cream into my skin like I was something precious.