Page 35 of Fixate (Devious Mafia Daddies #2)

Ricardo

Things shifted after Daddy let Pip handle the asshole who tried to kill me. It was as if all our problems slid to the wayside.

Not really, of course, but it was pretty damn close.

Everything that had seemed too impossible or frustrating became tiny in the grand scheme of things. All we truly cared about was having one another and living the life we wanted most.

My only complaint was how Daddy had been too worried about my healing to take care of me. He’d avoided sex like he thought I was made of glass.

Instead of being pounded into the mattress like I wanted, he was kissing me until I was boneless, then tucking me in.

I hated it.

Instead of continuing to hope for him to change his mind, I found a way to fix what I didn’t like. If Daddy wouldn’t fuck me, then I’d find a way to do it myself.

After the incident with the toys, I knew he hated the idea of me getting off without his permission. I hoped his reaction to me breaking that rule again would lead to him breaking his self-imposed abstinence rule.

I cut out early one day instead of sticking around for another meeting to ensure I had enough time to get everything ready. The special piece I ordered was already waiting outside the door in a solid black box.

Grinning as I tucked it under my arm, I practically ran to the bedroom to get started. It was going to be well worth whatever punishment he came up with.

There was zero chance I wouldn’t get fucked after this.

Daddy wouldn’t be able to resist.

As I unwrapped the new toy, I thought over what all I needed to do first. Showering was a must. Then I needed to prep thoroughly. And lastly, I had to time it just right, so I didn’t come before he came home. Since I roughly knew how long I had, it shouldn’t be an issue.

Fingers crossed.

I washed myself as quickly as possible while also making sure I smelled extra clean.

Daddy’s bodywash would only entice him more, which made it the obvious choice.

I couldn’t help but take some big gulping breaths as I lathered it over myself.

I’d become addicted to his scent. Wearing it felt like a badge of honor.

After I was clean, I grabbed the lube and went back to the bedroom. I plugged in the new toy to put it in position, then lubed up my hole. While on all fours, I worked my ass open while fighting off the orgasm that rose far too quickly.

It had been too long.

I needed Daddy.

By the time I was ready enough to play, I felt on the verge of coming. As a last-ditch effort to hold off, I reached under the bed to grab the item I’d hidden there with some of my other toys.

The cock ring would help me keep from coming too soon. At least, I hoped it did.

That was the entirety of my plan. Cock ring to keep from coming. New toy to entice Daddy. And then hopefully, he’d fuck me until I was crying out my release.

Foolproof, right?

Except I didn’t take into account how Daddy was always full of surprises.

I’d only just eased back onto the dildo when I heard the chime of the elevator echo down the hall through the open doorway. In a scramble to speed up the plan, I pressed the first button I saw on the remote.

The machine behind me came to life in an instant. I felt the dildo pull back sharply, then thrust forward in a quick movement. I gasped as it immediately went on to repeat the motion.

My body shook from the higher setting as I grabbed the remote to try to turn it down. No amount of squeezing at the base of my cock was going to hold off my release if I kept it at this level.

I was mid-scramble when I felt eyes on me. The button I needed came into view at that same moment. I pressed it as I gave Daddy a shy grin from my position on the floor.

“Hey, Daddy. You’re home early?” I said as innocently as I could muster.

It was hard to do given the motorized sound of the machine thrusting into my ass was clear as day.

He frowned as he stripped off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner. His cufflinks came off next, then he worked on the buttons of his shirt.

Since he wasn’t speaking, I decided to fill the silence. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need other than maybe a bit of panic slipping through at the idea he wasn’t aroused but instead truly angry at me.

“Do you like my new toy? I got it because you didn’t want to fuck me anymore.”

No, Ricardo.

Bad move.

Daddy quirked a brow, yet he still didn’t say anything. He’d managed to get his shirt open while I spoke. It was added to the jacket, only to have his undershirt join it.

Wearing only his pants, he still looked the picture of authority as he approached me. He dropped into a squat, his fingers moving to grab my chin.

He kissed me softly, nothing more than a press of lips against mine.

“You’ve been very naughty,” he husked out.

I shook my head. “No, Daddy. Not naughty. Needy. So, so needy.”

His face was a mask of emotion as he took me in. As I waited for what he’d say next, he pulled my upper body. I raised up as much as I could, letting him see all of me.

My hard, weeping cock.

The ring wrapped around it.

Every tense muscle contracting as the machine fucked me.

He clicked his tongue. “You are needy, aren’t you?”

I nodded quickly as he eased me back onto my hands.

“I wish you’d have told me,” he whispered.

Shaking my head, anger built at his words. “I did, Daddy! I told you I wanted you. I tried to touch you, and you said no. I understand I was hurt, but I need you. I need you!”

Embarrassingly, tears sprung to my eyes at the realization I was losing it while trying to seduce the man I loved.

And wasn’t that the problem?

I loved him. There was no question how far I’d fallen anymore. Everything in my life centered around him, yet when I needed him the most, he still held back.

Reaching for the remote, I was prepared to accept defeat and maybe move on when his hand closed over my wrist. I raised my face to let him see the anguish there.

“Oh, mon chou. I’ve been a bad Daddy, haven’t I?”

I shook my head, only to choke on a broken sob as he turned the machine off. He pulled me forward, then lifted my limp body into his arms.

We kneeled together on the floor, me crying into his shoulder and him pressing kisses against the side of my head. He held me until the sobs eased, then he pulled back to look me in the eye.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you needed me. My worry over whether you were ready or not shouldn’t have impeded my ability to meet your needs. I’m going to be better about listening from now on. You deserve to have someone who hears you. To have someone be on your side.”

He must have seen a rebuttal in my eyes because he covered my mouth and continued.

“When you first got here, you made sure to take care of me. It was under the appearance of you stepping in to help, but we both know it was more than that. Since then, things have been difficult. I haven’t given you the attention you deserve.

I’m going to do better now that I know my boy can handle it. ”

I took a deep breath once his hand pulled away. His words felt like a warm blanket, wrapping around me and giving me all the things I’d been craving.

But words were just that.

I needed him to show me he would change.

“Does this mean you’ll fuck me now, Daddy?”

His smile bloomed in an instant. “Of course I will, mon chou.”

I sighed in relief.

“Only after you’re done coming on your new toy. Daddy likes the look of it. Plus, I want to see you break. Consider this your funishment for tonight.”

He wanted me to fuck myself on this dildo until I came? Um, yeah. I could do that no problem.

It wouldn’t be as good as taking him; however, comers couldn’t be choosers — or however the fucking phrase went.

Daddy helped me get back into position, going so far as to tilt my hips just right for the pump. When he took the remote from me, I knew this would be different from what I expected.

With him in charge, he went for a slow build. The machine hummed to life, it’s speed slow enough it felt like a thick drag in and out of me. It was nowhere near what I needed.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered after a few minutes of teasing.

He grinned at me, moving from his standing position to grab a chair to sit beside me. The angle gave him the perfect view of my ass, the pump, and how perfectly the two things fit together.

“I’ve got you.”

With those words, he turned up the dial. The change of speed had me gasping. It was better than before. More forceful, yet not the brutal fucking I had hinted at wanting.

I demanded, “More!”

The dial immediately turned up, this time only one notch. I grunted, which got me another increase, followed quickly by another.

Now, we’re talking.

Daddy’s cock was superior in every way, but this… this machine that could fuck with steady, hard strokes, did things for me. It gave me a chance to sink into the fullness that came with it.

When I turned to see if Daddy was still watching, I found him with his cock in hand already. He was squeezing the base, like he needed to keep hold or he’d come simply from the show I’d put on for him. Maybe this was why it was called funishment. Because everyone involved got to enjoy it.

As I watched him, the machine began to vibrate on a low setting. I detonated like a fucking bomb.

Cum shot from my cock onto the carpeted floor. Sorry housekeeping.

My back arched as I let out a broken cry.

Immediately, the machine stopped, making me utter another noise. This time it was to complain. I wasn’t done. I wanted more. I didn’t want to be empty just yet.

But then I was being lifted and placed on the bed. And my Daddy was there over me, his cock in hand as he slid it to fill the emptiness the machine had left behind.

He groaned long and low, his pleasure etched in every detail of his expression. Hands positioned by my head, he wasted no time in thrusting forward and back, fucking me like the toy, only better.

Because this was Daddy.

I felt him in every part of me.

My heart. My mind. My soul.

It was all his.

And he was all mine. I didn’t need flowery words to know so, yet he’d given them to me. Along with his body, I’d been promised forever over and over again.

“You’re so fucking perfect, mon chou. I couldn’t have asked for a better boy to mend my shattered heart. I love you.”

If I thought it would take a while for me to come again, then I’d been wrong. Another orgasm rose at his declaration of love. It raced through me, spending the last of what I could onto my stomach.

Daddy followed right behind me, his entire body tensing as he spilled inside me. It was beautiful and raw.

Since he was still working to make sure he made things up to me, Daddy left me on the bed, legs spread wide and cum dripping from my hole, as he went to get a towel. When he returned, he cleaned me up, then pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Stay here. I’m going to get some snacks.”

A few minutes later, he returned with a tray of food and drinks. I sat up on the bed, a big smile on my face at the display.

“What’s all this?”

“Your snacks, silly boy. It’s time to eat, then we’re going to nap. After that, we’re going to cuddle and talk about all these toys you can’t seem to stop buying.”

I scrunched my face. “It’s for research, Daddy. And to prep for you.”

“Research?”

He lifted a grape to my lips. I took the offering as I nodded.

“Yes. I have an idea. It was why I was talking to Candice the other day. She was helping me figure out if it was even worth bringing up to you.”

“Tell me about it,” he said in that demanding tone I loved.

And so I did.

I went over what it was like buying my first toy at the other store. He was upset at first that I’d ventured to a competitor for something, yet he understood what it would have looked like considering how high profile we were.

Once we made it past that, I explained a bit of my ideas for a sex shop class on kink as I finished my snack. It was kind of ironic to be discussing age play and bondage while being hand fed. Daddy didn’t seem to mind though.

Neither did I.

“I love you, Daddy,” I said once I was done laying it all out for him. “I should have said it earlier.”

“You were too busy enjoying your funishment, mon chou. It is fine. You’ve told me now, and it’s made me the happiest man there ever was.”

He pushed aside the empty tray, then pulled me close to his chest. His kisses threw us back into a frenzied state. Thankfully, we hadn’t gotten dressed again because within seconds, he was buried inside me again, his cock a hard rod filling me to the brim.

“Love you, mon chou,” he said against my lips as he began thrusting.

I grinned, replying, “Love you too, Daddy.”

I’d never tire of those words.