“Daddy, yes. Please more.” She pushes back against my touch.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. I think this is enough.” I pull my hand away and give her ass an affectionate pat, like all done.
“What the fuck?” She turns to look over her shoulder at me. “You’re not really stopping, are you?”
“I am. For now. Put your underwear back on and come with me to the kitchen.”
“I’ll hang back a few minutes,” she says with a smirk.
“No, you won’t. This is part of your punishment. If you think that means you can take things into your own hands, then you need an extra lesson about who’s the daddy around here.”
She raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but she pulls up her panties and stands up straight. “You’re the boss. For now.”
For always. The sooner she realizes this, the better.
I leave her room and lead the way into the kitchen. She follows, but I don’t look over my shoulder to make sure of it. Right now, she’s compliant if not a little cranky.
I snatch a condom from the stash in the entryway on my way past. If Danica notices, she doesn’t say anything. Once we’re in the kitchen, I grab a glass and fill it with ice cubes.
Danica watches wordlessly as I pluck an ice cube from the glass. When I step toward her with it, she takes a step back.
“Um, what are you doing...Daddy?”
It’s hard not to smile. “The next part of your punishment. Hold still.”
Her mouth drops open in shock as I pull out the front of her panties. When I drop the ice cube in, she shrieks.
“What the—no! Edmund, that is fucking cold.” She reaches for her panties.
I capture her wrist. “No, princess. You can handle it.”
“It’s really cold.” She dances from foot to foot.
“And you’re taking it like a good girl.” I roll up a hand towel and put it on the floor. “Kneel here. Leave the ice cube where it is.”
“It’s moving around when I move.” Her grumbling protest is adorable.
I stand in front of her. My cock is level with her mouth. I take it from my jeans and stroke it in front of her. The ache is exquisite; I’m so hard for her. “Suck me, angel. Make me feel good.”
“But I—” She stops.
“But you’re what?”
“I’m uncomfortable. I don’t like the ice, Daddy.”
“That’s too bad. Because you’re going to rub it around on your pussy lips while you suck me.”
Her gray eyes widen with horror. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. Did you think your punishment would be fun?”
“Well, I guess I hoped so.”
“Get to work, little girl.”
She parts her lips and sticks out her tongue, tasting my tip. I nearly fall the fuck over when she opens her mouth wider to take me in.
My voice is hoarse as I say, “Don’t forget to touch yourself with the ice. Get that cunt nice and cold.”
