Page 31 of Mafia Daddy

“I’m going to bed,” I announce, standing up from the armchair.

Maxim’s not back yet, but the apartment feels strangely quiet without his presence. I pad toward the kitchen, intending to head straight to my room, when the half-empty tub of triple-cookie-dough ice cream in the freezer catches my eye.

My stomach gives a little happy flip.

Just a little more won’t hurt.

I pull the tub out, grab a small metal spoon from the drawer, and decide on impulse to take the whole thing to bed.

“Why not, right?” I giggle to myself as I walk.

The cool container feels good against my palms as I walk down the corridor. I scoop a generous bite and pop it into my mouth right there in the hallway. The rich, creamy sweetness explodes across my tongue: chocolate chunks, chewy cookie dough, and that perfect vanilla base. A soft, involuntary moan escapes me.

God, it’s sooo good.

By the time I reach my bedroom, another spoonful is already melting on my tongue. I close the door behind me, set the tub on the nightstand, and pause.

The city lights glow softly through the windows, casting a silvery sheen across the bed. Something restless stirs inside me. Maybe it’s the memory of Maxim’s hands on my ass earlier. Maybe it’s the way his hard cock felt pressed against my hip while he spanked me. Or maybe it’s just the cold, silky ice cream making my body feel awake in all the wrong—or right—places.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I peel off my tank top and shorts. No briefs anyway, per my so-called master’s orders.

The cool air kisses my still-warm, sensitive skin as I climb naked onto the big bed.

I lie back against the pillows, heart beating faster. This feels naughty. Forbidden. Exactly the kind of thing that would earn me another trip over Maxim’s lap if he caught me.

The thought only makes me wetter.

I dip the spoon into the ice cream and scoop up a generous amount. But instead of bringing it straight to my mouth, I hover it over my chest. A cold drip lands on my right nipple first.

I gasp at the shock… it’s wickedly icy against my flushed skin. The peak tightens instantly, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I do the same to the left nipple, watching the creamy dollop slowly melt and run down the curve of my pec.

“Fuck…” I whisper, scooping more and tracing lazy circles around my nipples with the back of the spoon. The contrast of the freezing cream and my hot skin is intoxicating.

I arch my back, letting another drip slide down my stomach toward my navel.

My dick is throbbing now, aching for special attention.

My mind drifts to earlier tonight. Maxim’s calm, authoritative voice telling me I’m a bad boy. The sharp crack of the hairbrush. The heavy, unmistakable hardness of his cock against me while I squirmed and cried over his lap. He was so controlled, so completely in charge. And some horny, fucked up part of me had loved it.

I slide one hand down my body while the other keeps playing with the ice cream. I smear a cold streak along my inner thigh, then higher. The first touch of the spoon against my swollen dick head makes me jolt and whimper. It’s almost too cold, too intense, but I press it there anyway, rubbing slow circles as the cream melts against my heat.

“Oh god…” My hips lift off the bed.

I picture Maxim’s strong hands spreading me open, his low voice commanding me to take my punishment like a good boy. I dip the spoon again, collecting more melting ice cream, and push two fingers inside my ass while the cold metal teases my shaft now. The combination is filthy and perfect.

I’m achingly hard, ready to go at a moment’s notice.

A messy mix of arousal and sticky sweetness dripping down to my punished ass only adds to the pleasure as I probe deeper and tease my tight hole.

I fuck myself faster, thighs trembling, spoon alternating between my nipples and my cock. Every thought circles back to him. The way he rubbed the cooling cream into my burning cheeks so tenderly afterward. The quiet promise in his voice when he said he’d take care of what’s his. The sheer size of him… tall, broad, utterly dominant.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train.

I cry out, back arching sharply, fingers buried deep in my ass as my cheeks clench and my cock spurts two, three, four thick ropes of cum up and all over my chest. Waves of pleasure crash through me, leaving me shaking and gasping. Ice cream smears across my pecs and stomach. I keep wanking through the aftershocks until I’m oversensitive and whimpering, then collapse back onto the sheets, chest heaving.

For a blissful few seconds, I just float there, blissed out and sticky.

Then I hear it.