Page 70 of Mafia Daddies Collection

I’d listened to them talking, I didn’t tell him I had, but after all that banging, I had to listen to what they were saying. He was different now around me, his hands on me, cuddling me and touching. It was nice to feel someone embrace me the way he did.

My dangerous Daddy, he made me fuzzy inside. I knew he could kill someone, I’d seen it, but I knew he would never do that to me. It as an incredible feeling, like a thousand small massaging hands on my body.

“Is there another episode?” he asked, pulling my attention away from auditing my thoughts and feelings.

“I think so.”

“Ok. I need to go out, but I don’t want to leave you here alone,” he said, his squeezing my arm. I looked into his eyes. His pupils grew bigger. He smiled. “It’s dangerous, and I need to see my mother. She hasn’t answered the phone, but she’s probably just baking still.

“I’ll come with you.” In all honesty, I didn’t want to stay here alone. I liked being around him, if for nothing but the fact that he intimated people, and that made me feel protected. “You want me to put something formal on again?”

“Formal,” he repeated with a slight chuckle. “You mean a shirt. Sure, the one you were wearing earlier might brighten things up.”

I knew he wanted to tell me about what he’d spoke to his cousin about earlier, but he seemed hesitant. I didn’t blame him, it was scary.

Dressed in the clothes from this morning, we made a round trip from his mother’s house. She was fine, she’d moved on from pies, and I carried a tray bake of chocolate brownies back to the flat with us. He tried to be quiet when he talked with her, but she knew to be on alert. She had all her doors double locked with the latch, and he’d phoned to have someone from his security team stationed at the house too.

When we got back, I grabbed a slice of chocolate brownie and stuffed my face with it. I was a messy eater, not by choice, but through habit. If you didn’t eat food fast enough, you didn’t eat at all, and speed beat cleanliness in terms of eating.

Samuel smiled at me from across the counter. I didn’t think he’d seen me.

“Now, I find it adorable,” he said, grabbing the kitchen roll. “You won’t have any room for my plans later if you eat now.” He wiped at my face, getting all the chocolate brownie that had found its way around my mouth, chin, and cheeks. “Are they good?” He leaned in and kissed my nose. This was the actions of a Daddy, caring and sweet.

“It’s really good,” I whispered. “What plans did you have later?”

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first.” His fingers were precise as they unbuttoned my shirt at the collar. “Are you ok with me undressing you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You know the traffic light system?”

I nodded. Green for go. Red for stop. “Green.” A shiver ran the length of my back, leading my shoulders to shimmy forward, almost throwing myself into him. I wasn’t complaining, I’d wanted to throw myself at him, and when we first met, unofficially, I had thrown myself at him, but that was to steal.

Daddy’s fingers were slow, teasing me as he unbuttoned the shirt. “I’ll run you a bath with bubbles, and—I might have some unopened bath toys, if you like octopuses.”

A gasp escaped. “I love animal toys.” I once had a dolphin toy, it was my favourite, it squirted water out, and sometimes I would put the nose end of the toy inside me. I’d lost it a couple years ago when I was sorting through my things because I hoarded what I could. “Does it squirt?”

He paused and stared at me. “Me, you, or the toy?”

My skin became hot. “Um. The toy.”

“I can check.” He slipped his hands down trousers and grabbed at my ass in my tight underwear. “I feel like I’m ready for a reward of my own.”

I hooked my arms around his neck and placed my mouth to his ear. “Is it me?” I whispered. “Am I the reward?”

He licked my neck. “And what a tasty reward you are.” With his hands on my ass, he pulled me up to place my legs around my waist. “You’re ok with that, right?”

“Yes.”

He carried me through his bedroom and into his huge bathroom. It was gorgeous. The tub was huge; enough to fit three people or for one small person to pretend they were swimming in. He sat me on the bathroom counter beside the sink. While there, he started running a bath and adding bubbles that filled the room with his vanilla smell. He came back to finish undressing me, pulling my trousers off and folding them on the counter.

On the cool marble counter in my underwear, my hands covered my cock in my briefs, I was already excited, and I didn’t want to show him everything right away.

“Here we are,” he said, showing me a package with three octopuses and the product design showing they were light up and flashing octopuses. “You want to play with these?”

I looked him up and down. I was in a playful mood. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play with toys, or what I imagined his body looked like behind his clothes.

“Are you going to join me in the bath?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Get clean too,” I said.

He kissed me, his lips lingering against mine and I never wanted them to go. “Then you should get me undressed, unless you want my very nice and very expensive clothes to get wet?”

That would’ve been funny, to get his clothes wet, but I also wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

I tried doing the same technique as he had, except my fingers weren’t as steady as his. I never usually had this issue, my hands were great, but I wanted to impress him now. I got the first two undone before he ripped the shirt, and the buttons went flying across the bathroom, pinging off the tiles. “Well, I’m impatient,” he said.

Under his shirt, there was a white vest top, but his nipples were visible, and hard. I took one of his nipples between my forefinger and thumb and gave it a light squeeze. Watching his face for an expression of joy, he smiled.

“You keep doing that and I’ll fuck you,” he said.

I took his other nipple with my other hand. “Ok.”

He grabbed both my hands, pulling them away. “You can play with them later,” he said. “Take off my trousers. And don’t touch my cock.”

His voice was serious, but his actions were playful. I’d listened to his orders and followed as instructed. He wore breezy checked boxers and I saw the complete semi-erect outline of his cock. I looked up at him from my knees. “Is that everything?” I asked.

“My socks.” He leaned against the counter and lifted his leg, waving his foot in front of my face. I saw right up the briefs to his low hanging balls.

He had big, veiny feet, I pulled away the socks, one after the other. My cock was harder after catching glimpses of his cock in his briefs. I just wanted to see it now.

“You go in first,” he said. “Take off your underwear.”

I turned away and took my briefs off. He watched, but only caught my bare bum before I got into the bath. It was warm, and all the bubbles cuddled around my body.

“Look at you, being a tease.” He dropped the toys into the water. As they hit, they became alive with flashing colours. “Want me to turn the light off?”

“No,” I said, immediately, I wanted to see him get naked. I also wanted to see the octopus toys turned colour and make the bathroom light up. “Ok.”

They glowed in the darkness. Flashing between different colours.

Daddy climbed into the bath. I didn’t see his cock. He sat opposite, his legs extending to touch mine. “I needed this,” he said, sinking into the water as he laid his head back.

I was busy, preoccupied with smashing the octopus toys together. The harder I smashed, the faster the colours changed, and then the more light there was. I almost forgot he was in the tub with me until I felt his legs.

“I don’t know what brought you to me, but I’m glad it did,” he said.

“You—you basically kidnapped me. So, you brought me to you,” I said, snickering. I dipped one of the octopus toys under the water and tried to clear some bubbles so I could see if there were any trouser snakes down here. “I saw it!” His cock was flaccid, but it looked thick, or maybe that was that weird water thing where it made objects appear weird, plus, I saw it in several colours as the octopus changed so quick.

“What did you see?” he chuckled, grabbing the bubble, he blew them to me from his palm.

“Nothing,” I offered in singsong attempt to be sweet and innocent. “It was just another toy.” At least, I hoped it was going to be another toy I got to use. And soon. I was covering up my excitement with a hoard of bubbles over my body.

“Come here,” he said. “I want you to sit between my legs.”

“Already?” I chuckled.

Manoeuvring around, I found myself between his legs, feeling his cock rest at the base of my back. Daddy placed his hands on my chest, rubbing them up and down my body, stopping himself as he reached my cock. “You’re so soft,” he whispered. “I don’t want anything to go wrong. It had to be perfect.”

“This is a good start,” I said, leaning back into him, relaxing. “Not many people do this. I usually play alone.”

“I’m happy to play,” he said. “Everyone needs a break; everyone needs the touch of someone else. Some people just take longer to get there. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long.”

I was glad too. I didn’t know what he might’ve done if he was alone when he found out about his dad. I was the relief. Clearly, he’d been thinking about me like that. He’d been looking at pictures of me long before I even knew he existed. I’d probably been his relief for a while now.

“How long, exactly, have you been looking at my profile?” I finally asked.

“Enough to know what I want, but not long enough to have organised someone to find out who you were,” he said, kissing my ear. “I was almost there though. I nearly asked someone to find you from your pictures.”

Nobody had ever done that for those reasons before. People had investigated me because I might’ve stolen from them, or maybe because they were my mum and she was—ruining my mood, even just to think of her. “And—and what would you have done or said when you found me?” I asked. “Because you know, you could’ve just messaged me on the app.”

“No,” he said, letting out a small chuckle in my ear. “I don’t chase after people like that. I would’ve probably seen you somewhere, saw what you wore, and told myself I could take better care of you. I might’ve even offered you this same job now. Or made up some story about how you look exactly like someone I knew.”

It made the moment give me fuzzies again, my body doing a shiver shimmy against him. “Wow. Ok.”

“So,” he began, leaving a kiss on the left side of my neck. “It was always,” he kissed the other side of my neck, “meant to be.”

“It was,” I whispered to myself. I’d just sped the timeline up a little bit, and perhaps this way was better, since he knew me for my worst first, even if his worse was worse than mine.

He gave me another kiss, this time, extending a hand up my throat to lean my head back. “I’m gonna get out, but I want you to keep playing,” he said. “I’ll get the bedroom ready. I want it to be special.”

My legs squeezed my hard cock between them. I was already ready to burst with all the teasing, and now he had an entire plan for the bedroom. I just wanted him to take me here and now. At least I got a glimpse of his cock against as he climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Be good,” he said before leaving me.

I didn’t know if I could be good. I wanted to touch myself so desperately, but if I did that, I’d cum and then he might not want to touch me because my cock would need ages to refill itself again, and then he might think I don’t like him if I can’t cum. So, I didn’t touch myself—that much.