Page 41 of Mafia Daddy

With a frustrated little groan I roll out of bed and strip out of my sleep shirt and shorts. The cool air kisses my skin as I pad naked into the ensuite. The massive rainfall shower looks like heaven. I turn the water on hot and step under the spray, letting it cascade over my head and shoulders.

The heat feels amazing on my sore muscles, but it does nothing to calm the fire still burning low in my belly. In fact, it makes it worse. Water runs down my chest, over my stomach, between my legs. My nipples tighten instantly. I lean back against the cool tile wall and let my hand drift downward before I can stop myself.

Just a little…

“Having trouble following orders already, malysh?”

Maxim’s deep voice cuts through the sound of the water like a whip. I yelp and yank my hand away, spinning toward the shower entrance. He’s standing there in the open doorway, fully dressed in a crisp black shirt and trousers, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. Steam swirls around him like he’s some kind of demon summoned by my dirty thoughts.

“I… I wasn’t…” I stammer, cheeks burning hotter than the water.

Maxim steps inside the bathroom, unbothered by the spray soaking his shirt. “You were about to touch that needy little cock. Don’t lie to me.”

I bite my lip, caught. My thighs press together instinctively, but that only makes the ache sharper.

He reaches into the shower and turns the temperature down a fraction, then holds something out to me. A thick, realistic suction-cup dildo… flesh-colored, veined, and intimidatingly large. My eyes widen.

“You can cum,” Maxim says, voice low and commanding. “But only if you put on a proper show for me. Attach this to the wall. Fuck yourself like the horny little boy you are. I will watch. Do not leave me unimpressed.”

My breath catches. Shame and arousal crash together so hard I feel dizzy. But my body is already moving. I take the toy from him with trembling fingers, press the suction cup firmly against the tiled wall at the perfect height, and test it. It holds.

Maxim leans against the glass door, arms crossed, eyes never leaving me. “Good boy. Now show me.”

I squirt some shower gel over the dildo and in turn squirt some into my palms so that I can prep my ass too. Then I turn my back to Maxim, spread my cheeks as wide as I can, and line the thick head up with my ass hole.

The lubrication on both sides mean it slides in fairly easily on the first push. A broken moan escapes me as it stretches my ass open. The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, but exactly what I’ve been craving.

“Deeper,” Maxim orders. “Ride it properly.”

I brace my hands on the tile and start moving. The toy drags against every sensitive spot inside me as I rock back onto it. Water cascades over my back, my ass, my thighs. I glance over my shoulder and see Maxim watching with intense focus, his jaw tight, the front of his trousers already tented.

That look pushes me higher. I fuck myself harder, moaning openly now, one hand slipping between my legs to pump my thumpingly hard cock. The wet sounds of the dildo moving in and out mix with the shower spray and my desperate little cries.

“Fuck… Maxim… please…”

“Cum for me,” he growls. “Let me see what a good boy looks like when he earns his reward.”

The orgasm rides up inside me without warning…

My legs shake violently as I cry out, slamming back onto the dildo again and again. Pleasure explodes through every nerve ending, white-hot and overwhelming as my cum flies through the air. I keep rubbing my cock through it, drawing it out until I’m gasping and trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Maxim steps into the shower fully clothed, water soaking him instantly. He wraps one strong arm around my waist and holds me steady as I come down, legs wobbling like jelly as I haul myself off the dildo.

“Excellent,” Maxim murmurs against my ear, pressing a kiss to my wet shoulder. “When you behave and follow my commands, you get rewarded. Remember that.”

I nod weakly, still floating.

Maxim turns off the water, grabs a thick towel, and wraps it around me. Then without warning he scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing. I yelp and cling to his neck, burying my face against his soaked shirt as he carries me back into the bedroom.

Maxim sets me down gently on the edge of the bed and kneels to dry my legs with careful strokes. The tenderness after the filthiness of the shower makes my chest feel strangely tight.

“We’re going shopping later,” he says casually, as if he didn’t just watch me fuck myself senseless on a dildo in the shower. “You need more clothes. Things that suit your new life here. And anything else you want.”

I blink at him, still dazed. “Shopping? Like… normal shopping?”

A small smirk tugs at his lips. “As normal as it gets with me. My driver will take us. You’ll stay close. No running off.” His hand slides up my thigh, stopping just short of where I’m still aching. “And if you’re very good, maybe I’ll let you pick out something special for tonight.”

Heat floods my face again. I nod quickly.