Ice cream [MF]

I catch her sat on the counter with the spoon of ice cream half way to her mouth. Her face a parody of a naughty child caught doing what she shouldn’t. I see a smudge of white at the corner of her mouth as she steals a guilty look at the tub between her legs. I glimpse my favorite pair of black lace underwear beneath a loose sweater, her only other piece of clothing. It’s  worn playfully of the shoulder to expose a beautiful kissable clavicle. 

I must have stopped because I find myself just standing there, but just as I decide what I want to do with her, she has slipped of the counter with feline grace and has escaped into the bed room carrying the ice cream with her.

I know it’s a game. She has misbehaved, I’m supposed to follow and of course I will despite how much it irks me to be lead. I savored the thought of bringing her back to heel as I pushed open the bedroom door.

I have just enough time to see the underwear lying forgotten by the door before the sweater hits me in the face. She smirks at me from the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. She writhes to expose the perfect lines of her neck. Instead of showing my frustration I smile. It has the intended effect. I see her eyes widen. She knows, as all naughty girls do, that there are consequences for her behavior.

She attempts to distract me now letting the sheets fall away revealing her  perky breasts. Her chest heaves as she arches her back the way she knows I like. I approach with deliberate slowness, my eyes locked with hers. Her nipples stiffen. The tub of ice cream is forgotten on the bedside table but she is holding the spoon half in her mouth. Her eyes plead with me. She hugs her arms close to her chest. Her knees turned inward. I let her think for a second that she has gotten away with it. That her display has worked. I take the spoon from her. She looks at the bulge in my trousers. She licks her lips and tries to roll to her side but I push her firmly back down. Now when I smile I see her breath quicken.

I gently pinch her nipple allowing just enough time for the anticipation to build. I press harder causing a sharp intake of breath. The mischievous smile disappears. I don’t relent and I start to see the uncertainty on her face. She is arching up towards me, one hand pawing at my leg. Eyes locked with mine she bites her lip. Face is the picture of contrition but I smile again. A pouty whine’s escapes her lips while she squirms in a show of frustration but I see the worry underneath. She’s not going to charm her way out of this one.

I let her guide my hand away from her breasts, my fingers are suddenly inside her warm sensual mouth. She teases me with a dexterous tongue and lets outs a soft moan. I am instantly hard, fact that does not go unnoticed by her. I see a look of triumph spread across her face as she slowly reaches out her hand.

I grab a fistful of her hair in my free hand pulling slowly but firmly back to expose the elegant lines of her neck. I lean in close and she tilts her chin offering her neck to me as if to say *I’ll be good now*. I know what she wants next. 

It takes a supreme effort of will to stop myself, move close and whisper, “No.”

“No!?” Her hand slaps the bed. 

“Have you been good?”

“Yesss.” She smiles casting a furtive glace at the tube of ice cream.

“Did you eat the ice cream, even though I told you not to?”

Smirking, she shakes her head. Realisation that she has made a mistake comes just as I start to turn her over. Squealing, she arches her back squirming to keep her ass away from me. She pleads with her eyes,  but I’ve had enough. I seized her by her beautiful throat. The effect is instantaneous she lies completely still. I’m looking into the wide eyes of prey.

I measure out my words, “Turn over.”

“Please, I’ll be…”

“Turn. Over.” I help her. “On your knees.” Sulkily She obeys.

Her buttocks clench spasmodically as I caress down the length of her spine. I tell her to relax and pause to let the anticipation build. My first stroke is playful but she still flinches. I tell her to be a good girl and keep still for me. The second stroke is firmer and expertly placed, she shudders afterwards. I tell her to say thank you but she does it halfheartedly so the next stroke comes fast without warning. She whines at me. I don’t need to tell her why, on the next stroke her thanks is more sincere. I ask her to count down from ten and make her start again every time she flinches. I get into a rhythm. Her words start to slur. She starts to gasp and moan. I can almost see the final stroke ripple through her. When she says her final shaky thank you it has new meaning. I lie her down and stroke her back, while eye the tub on the bedside table. She screams when ice cream touches her ass. I feed her some and lick some off her as she writhes and gasps. When I reach her neck she whispers, “Please”, pushing her ass against my throbbing erection, “Make me yours.”

I try to be gentle when I enter her but she bucks her hips to meet mine forcing me deep inside her. Her soft warmth engulfs me. I feel her grip me spasmodically as her toes curl and she claws the sheets. A faltering moan escapes her. It’s too much for me. I’ve been far too patient. I grab her hips and begin to thrust. Like a voodoo drummer I start to pound out my rhythmic beat quiet at first but slowly building to an inexorable ecstatic climax. I become lost in the sound as she writhes and moans. I hear her whisper, laugh, cry and plead. I’m briefly aware of her repeating the same word over and over. I push down on her back. She yields effortlessly to me, lying flat. I fuck her hard, almost cruelly and she gives herself to me completely. I feel the waves of sensation ripple through her I bite her neck as  she reaches another shuddering climax and I come deep inside.

I she grips me tight, occasionally clawing my arm. She snatches quick spasmodic breaths while sobbing quietly screwing herself tighter into my embrace. It’s a quarter of an hour before she can speak. She doesn’t say much. Eventually she falls asleep in my arms.

In the morning I wake up alone and get up to find that someone has hidden my shoes.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h17wlc/ice_cream_mf