"There you go. Arch your back and stick your tits out for me. You know how I like you to stand, Lexi."
"Yes, Daddy," I answered, thrusting my chest out again. Every time he touched the ice cube to my hard nipples, I had to fight the urge to recoil away. As the ice melted, the rivulets trickled down the curve of my breasts, down my ribs, and then over my tummy, spreading tiny fingers of icy cold through me and making me shiver.
He circled the ice around one of my nipples until it began to sting from the cold, and I let out a little whimper, in spite of myself.
"Does it hurt, Baby?" he asked gently.
I nodded yes, not really wanting to complain.
"Let me kiss it and make it better," he smiled.
I sighed a breathy "Ooooohhhhh!" as I felt his warm mouth. It was such a contrast from the wet coldness of the ice cube, at first all I felt was a sense of relief. Then, as the feeling came back, my nipple was suddenly ultra-sensitive and tender, and I squirmed with pleasure as he suckled me.
His hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I felt goosebumps spread because his fingers were cold, and I gasped when I felt him spread my labia.
"Mmmm, you're such a sweet, horny little thing!" he rumbled. "Wet already. Such a needy little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes," I whimpered softly, nibbling my lip. "I can't help it."
"I don't want you to help it, sweetie," he smiled, gently playing with me. "Do you want to cum?"
He knew the answer, but I was expected to respond, so I said, "Yes, please!"
He nodded, and asked, "Do you want to suck my cock, little one?"
My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I could see his big member straining at his slacks.
"Ohhh, yes please! I do..." I cooed softly.
I moaned again as he continued to work his dextrous magic on my pussy.
He grinned and kissed me, looking me in the eyes in that way that just melts me, and said, "I know you do, sweetie. Right now, though, I want you to masturbate for me."
He motioned for me to sit on the sofa, and he pulled his chair up close.
"There you go. Spread your legs wide for me. I want a good view of my little plaything."
I felt my face flush as I leaned back and spread my legs, with my feet up on the couch. No matter how many times he has made me masturbate for him, I always find it embarrassing. I know there are women who don't mind being watched, but I just feel soooo self-conscious. I think that's part of the reason he likes it, to be honest. He forces me to make eye contact, too, so when my eyes drop or I close them for too long, his firm hand under my chin reminds me.
Despite my embarrassment, it IS really exciting, and I always cum really hard. Eventually.
I began to finger my already wet pussy as he settled back into his chair. He had to readjust his hard cock to get it comfortable in his slacks, and when he finished, the outline of his manhood was achingly clear through the thin fabric. Seeing him touch that delicious shaft, even for just a second, sent a thrill and a tingle through me! He smiled again, that slow, subtle smile, and then he relaxed with hands on his thighs, ready for the show.
I played and fingered my pussy for him, trying to be sensual and put on a good show, but as I said, I get very self-conscious when he's watching so intently. It always seems to take me forever to cum, but maybe that's just because the time passes differently when I'm being watched. He murmured and nodded approval when I started teasing my nipples with my other hand. They were still cold and sensitive from the ice, and it felt really good! I'd start to lose myself, and my eyes would drift shut, and he would remind me that he wanted to see them.
He reached across and spread my knees further, saying, "Wider. I want you to show me and the whole world what a pretty little pussy my girl has, and what a naughty little slut she is."
"The whole world??" I asked, my brow furrowing. "I only want to show you, Daddy." I pouted, but I didn't stop fingering.
"That's very sweet, and very loyal, Lexi," he smiled, "but good little girls do what they're told." He sat back again and once more had to adjust the big bulge in his pants. "And you know, if you talk back, you risk being punished," he added in a stern voice. He wasn't angry - he never got angry with me - but I could tell he meant what he said.
"Yes, Daddy," I capitulated, but I could hear the rebelliousness trying to creep into my voice. "I'll be good. But..." I began, and then paused, trying to figure out how to ask without sounding like I was questioning his judgment, "but, you don't really want anyone else to see me, do you?"
"Hmmmm," he murmured softly, stroking his chin in thought, and showing an enigmatic grin. "Don't you worry about that right now, doll. I just want you to cum for me."
So I did as he asked and kept fingering myself toward an orgasm. He watched me closely, so very obviously turned on! He kept having to shift in his seat, and his cock looked enormous, straining down the leg of his pants. I asked him if he didn't want to set it free, but he said no. He said he was practicing discipline, because if he was going to discipline me, he needed to be in charge of his own urges. Feeling mischievous, I begged him to take his cock out so I could watch him stroke it, or maybe I could suck it, or climb in his lap and fuck him. He held out, though, and I have to admit it was very hot, somehow, to watch his struggle! When I finally came, it was a powerful, drenching orgasm, and I left a big wet spot on the couch. I knew I'd have to clean it before company came over!
After my orgasm, he moved over to the couch and sat very close to me. I could feel the heat and energy radiating from him, and I reached over to touch his hardness. I was surprised when he roughly pushed my hand away!
"Lay across my lap, please, Lexi." His laconic order was stern and his voice was low and serious.
"But Daddy, I..."
