She whimpers around my cock, but does as I ask. I can tell she’s trying to keep the ice as far away from her skin as possible, but I let it go.
Meanwhile, her mouth is paradise on my cock. Warm, sweetly licking and sucking. Her tongue massages my length and she makes soft little sounds in her throat that I can feel in my balls.
I want to fuck her face, but I don’t know how she’d take it. So instead I let her explore me with her lips and tongue. She pulls as much of me into her mouth as possible and hollows her lips. Goddamn, she’ll be the death of me.
“That’s enough.” I pull away from her perfect mouth. “Show me the ice cube.”
She pulls it from her panties. I take it from her fingers and rub it over her lips before popping it into my mouth. Sweet and tangy, just like her.
“Stand up and let me feel you.” I help her to her feet again. When I put my hand down the front of her panties, I find her cold and wet. “You did very well with your first punishment, Danica.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Now that it’s over, she’s even more meek and obedient. She’s a natural at this. How did she not think she’s very kinky?
“I’m going to fuck you now, and because you were so good, I’ll let you pick. Do I bend you over and take you from behind, or set you on the counter?”
“Behind, please.”
“Very well.” I spin her so she’s facing the counter. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. Daddy won’t be gentle.”
Danica
I had no idea I would love this so much. I’ve known from the start that I loved Edmund and Troy taking charge—that more than I love it, I need it.
I still miss Troy. I want him to come back, and I want to apologize for not listening to him when he wanted to talk. He could’ve explained everything to me and we’d be together right now.
But Edmund’s punishment is freeing me from my Danica Doom Spiral, and I have a feeling that if I text Troy with a sincere apology, all will be well again.
Edmund doesn’t remove his shirt or pants, just keeps his jeans low on his hips so his cock is out. He puts on a condom and grabs my hips. He uses his knee to nudge my legs farther apart. “Still cold, angel?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“This will warm you up.” He thrusts forward.
I gasp and go up on my tiptoes from the force.
“Baby, you feel amazing.” He kisses my ear. “Still cold, though?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
I didn’t think I’d be into the “daddy” talk, but the way we’re doing this feels natural and normal. Thinking back to how Troy has talked to me, too, calling me “baby” and “little girl”...yeah, this makes sense for us.
“Daddy will make you forget all about being cold. I’ll reward you for being so good for me.” He drags out, then thrusts upward again. I grab the counter for purchase, but there’s nothing to hold except the cool granite. “Do you want more?”
“Please,” I moan.
“I thought you might.” He reaches around and touches where we join, his fingers warm against my chilled flesh. “Oh, angel. Let’s warm you up.”
I gasp when he slides his fingers up to make contact with my clit. Cold and hot war within me, confusing my senses. Edmund guides me through, his low voice encouraging.
“You take my cock perfectly, you know that? Angel, you were fucking made for me. Fuck—” He breaks off, his voice ragged. “I hope you come soon, because I can’t hold back much longer. You’re too good.”
His wicked curses, combined with his pumping cock and searching fingers, are sending me over the edge. My muscles tighten, my pussy clenching him. More, faster, we’re chasing the high together.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Call me Daddy when you do it.”
