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“It’s all so fast,” said Peach quietly, looking out at the pink sky and the beautiful reflections it made over the water. Another experience thatshouldhave been romantic, but wasn’t because none of this was real.
Was his coming on her ass real? Or was it all just some kind of weird roleplay? Maybe he was getting off on the fact that this whole thing was fake. That’s what he meant about the situation being a turn-on. He liked her because he didn’t really like her.
“What’s up, Peach?” asked Isaac, putting down his cutlery and reaching for her hand. “You having second thoughts about this?”
Peach shook her head. “No. It’s just… a lot. Like, a lot of responsibility and change.”
Isaac looked as though the truth had just dawned on him. “Oh, shit,” he said. “This schedule I gave you. I haven’t scheduled in enough time in Little Space, have I? I assumed you’d just make time for that in your free time in the evenings, but the truth is, you need that on your schedule just as much as any of the other stuff.”
Peach smiled. “That’s kind of you, but I don’t get a lot of time in Little Space normally anyway. Not with the volunteer job, and the pet-grooming job, and looking after Teddy, and everything else. Life has been too busy, I guess.”
Isaac shook his head. “This business proposition is meant to be mutually beneficial. I don’t want to add to your problems. How about this? As long as you’re living under my roof, I’ll treat you like my Little.”
Peach raised her eyebrows. “How?”
He’d already given her rules and spanked her. What more could he do?
“That involves me looking after your Little as much as possible,” said Isaac. “Helping you find the time to play, coddling and nurturing you like a Daddy.”
“Are you talking about sex?” asked Peach quietly, feeling her cheeks redden.
“No,” he said, swallowing. “Not unless you want it. Although that would have to happen after the annulment had taken place, of course.”
Peach remained silent. What she wanted to say was that she wouldn’t be under his roof anymore after the annulment. But she didn’t feel like saying those words right now.
“Ice-cream?” said Isaac, as the chef brought out two bowls.
“I’m allowed more ice-cream today?” said Peach, shocked. This was strawberry ice-cream, with extra strawberry sauce.
“I’ve been informed that you ate all your lunch. So yes. I’ll allow it since this is a special occasion.”
“It is?” Peach asked.
“It’s not every day that I get to see the Sistine Chapel of asses,” Isaac joked. “And it’s not every day I get to come on it.”
Peach giggled, looking over at the chef, who was thankfully walking away.
“Oh, fuck,” said Isaac, staring at her.
“What?” asked Peach. “What is it?” He was staring at something on her face. As she felt around trying to figure it out, she realized that there was a big stream of ice-cream dribbling down her chin.
“You have no idea what that sight does to me,” said Isaac.
“The sight of me dribbling ice-cream?” asked Peach, confused.
Peach took her hand and held it over his crotch. She could feel the warmth and girth of him immediately.
“I’ve never had so many hard-ons in one damn day,” he said. He looked into her eyes, then down at her mouth. “Put another spoonful of ice-cream in your mouth,” he ordered her. “But don’t swallow it.”
Amused, Peach did as she was told.
Isaac stood and walked over to her. He unzipped his fly and held his cock out to her mouth. “Suck it,” he commanded.
Peach looked down at his thick, veined cock, purple-headed and desperate for her touch.
She opened her mouth, melting ice-cream dribbling down her chin and neck, and she took his cock into her.
The ice-cream was cold and his cock was hot. The combination of the two felt indescribably wonderful. Isaac slid in and out of her as melted ice-cream dripped down her throat, her breasts, into her crotch. Isaac yanked at her hair, thrusting in and out of her so deep and with such force it almost made her spit out the ice-cream. Somehow, she managed to keep going, and before she knew it, Isaac’s cum was shooting down her throat along with the remainder of the melted strawberry ice-cream.
