Chapter 51: Suck Me Like Ice Cream

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Suck Me Like Ice Cream

~Reynold’s POV~

I stared at her, completely lost in her riddles, a desperate need for clarity pulling at my chest. I looked at her, "Can you just tell me? I don’t understand."

Lily’s expression turned serious as she met my eyes. "It’s not really my place to say anything more. I’m only telling you all this because I actually like you with my father. But I’m sorry... I can’t tell you anything beyond this."

I let out a quiet breath and looked down at the floor before meeting her eyes again. "Okay, I understand that you can’t tell me that. But can you at least tell me what your father talked to you about regarding me?"

Lily smiled, completely unbothered. "I can’t tell you that either."

I gave a helpless smile and shook my head. "Fine. But honestly, I still don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me."

Lily remained calm, a smile playing on her lips. "Alright. Then maybe you should try to figure it out for yourself."

I stared at her for a moment, realizing I wasn’t going to get anything else out of her.

I pushed myself up from the armchair. "Alright. I have to go now. Our conversation isn’t over yet, Lily, but I need to go wait for Mr. Corvin in the room."

Lily leaned forward, a playful smile appearing on her lips. "Your future husband," she whispered.

I felt my face heat up and quickly tried to hide my blush. I shook my head at her. "You really don’t understand anything. We’re seriously not lovers."

Lily simply nodded, a small smile still playing on her lips. "Alright, sir."

I looked at her one last time, shook my head in disbelief, and turned away, leaving her sitting alone in the quiet hallway.

I hurried back down the hallway and slipped into the master bedroom, my heart still beating a little faster than usual. The mansion was so massive that walking from the sitting area felt like I had gone miles.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and freshened up in the bathroom, hoping to wash away the tension. When I was done, I walked into Frederick’s walk-in closet, grabbed one of his crisp white button-down shirts, and pulled it on. I didn’t bother putting on anything underneath. The oversized shirt hung loosely down my thighs.

Back in the bedroom, I climbed onto the middle of the huge bed, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV to pass the time.

A few minutes later, my stomach growled loudly.

I hadn’t even had the chance to finish breakfast downstairs before Eva had barged in. Now, I was starving.

I thought about calling or messaging Frederick to ask about my breakfast, but after everything that had happened downstairs, I figured it was better to just wait.

I tried to focus on the movie playing on the screen, but my mind was completely elsewhere. Then, the heavy bedroom door clicked open.

Frederick stepped inside, followed by two maids carrying heavy trays of food. A bright smile immediately spread across my face.

Finally. My breakfast is here.

The maids placed the trays on the table, dipped their heads respectfully, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind them.

I didn’t even bother looking up at Frederick’s face. My single-minded focus was entirely on the meal. Eagerly, I threw the duvet aside, completely forgetting that I was only wearing his long white shirt with nothing underneath.

The moment I tossed the cover off and moved to swing my legs off the bed, a large, warm hand clamped firmly around my waist.

Instead of freezing, I whined and tried to wiggle away. "My food! I want to eat my breakfast first—"

Frederick didn’t say a word. Slowly, his hand slid upward, bunching the hem of the white shirt higher against my hips. His palm traced a warm, calloused path along the back of my bare thigh.

His fingers met no fabric.

I froze, my breath catching as I realized what he had just discovered.

Before I could say another word, a sharp sting landed against my bare skin.

"Ah—fuck, Daddy," I gasped, wincing as a jolt of heat shot through me.

Frederick hauled me backward, laying me flat on my back in the center of the bed as his heavy body loomed over me. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a raw hunger that had nothing to do with food.

"I told you to go straight upstairs earlier, but you didn’t listen," Frederick rasped, his voice dropping lower. "Are you trying to disobey me?"

I looked up at him, my chest rising and falling. "I’m sorry..."

"You walk around wearing something this short, completely bare underneath, right in my room," he growled, his gaze dropping over my exposed skin. "And you honestly expected me to let you eat without eating you first?"

"I’m starving," I protested, my voice breathless.

Frederick stared deep into my eyes, a dark, wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So am I."

"That’s fine," I breathed, lightly pushing against his chest. "Let’s eat together."

He slowly shook his head, his hand slipping between my legs.

"No, little pet. It’s you I want to eat."

I glanced over my shoulder at the trays of food sitting on the table, then looked back up at him, letting out a soft pout. "Alright, Daddy."

"Take off your shirt," Frederick commanded, shifting down the length of the mattress.

I sat up slightly, reaching out to grab the buttons of the oversized white shirt. My fingers made quick work of them, unbuttoning it one by one, before I slid my arms out of the sleeves and let it drop away, leaving me completely naked.

Frederick stripped off his own clothes in a matter of seconds, shedding everything until he was just as bare as I was. He shifted between my knees, reaching down to gently spread my legs apart to inspect my hole. Without warning, he brought his hand down, delivering a sharp, stinging spank right over my sensitive entrance.

"Ah—Daddy," I gasped, wincing and arching off the mattress from the sudden impact.

Satisfied, Frederick backed up, crawling until he reached the headboard of the giant bed. He sat back comfortably against the pillows, spreading his legs wide to put his thick, hard cock into full view. He looked down at me with heavy, demanding eyes.

"Crawl to me, little pet. Come suck me."

I nodded eagerly, my breath hitching. "Okay, Daddy."

I dropped onto my hands and knees, crawling up the mattress until I was right between his thighs. Before I could wrap my lips around him, Frederick reached down, cupping the back of my head to pull me up for a deep kiss.

"Can you suck me well?" he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire.

"I’ll try," I breathed, my heart pounding.

"Suck it like you’re drinking your favorite ice cream, okay?" he said.

I nodded, my gaze dropping to his heavy, throbbing cock. This is going to be way too big for my mouth, I thought to myself with a nervous gulp, but I’ll do my best.

I parted my lips, leaning in and taking just the flared head of his cock into my mouth first. Warming up to it, I swirled my tongue over the slit, tasting his pre-cum before opening wider. Using every trick from the porn videos I had watched, I inched forward, swallowing him deeper until his thick shaft pressed hard against the back of my throat.

Slurp—schlick.

My saliva coated his skin, creating loud, sloppy sounds as I worked my mouth up and down his length. My hand reached down, wrapping around the base of his heavy shaft to stroke him in rhythm with my head movements, maximizing every inch.

Frederick’s breathing hitched instantly. His large hand came down, tangling firmly into my blonde hair, gripping the strands to hold me anchored right where he wanted me.

"Fuck... yeah, just like that. Suck it, Daddy," Frederick groaned, his voice dropping into a rough, commanding rasp.

I bobbed my head faster, swirling my tongue aggressively under the head while keeping my lips sealed tight around his thick girth. Wet, filthy sucking sounds filled the bedroom as saliva dripped down my chin. My hand stroked the base in perfect time with my mouth.

"Faster," Frederick demanded, his grip tightening ruthlessly in my blonde hair.

Without giving me a second to adjust, he shoved my head down hard onto his cock, jerking his hips upward to bury every single inch of his thick length straight down the back of my throat.

Gkkh—!

Air vanished from my lungs instantly.

My eyes watered and turned red as a sharp gag reflex tore through me. I had never taken him this deep before, the sheer size of him filled my throat completely, but he didn’t stop.

He held me pinned by the hair and used my mouth like his personal toy, driving upward in hard, brutal thrusts that slammed against the back of my throat over and over.

Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.