The Arrangement: An Age Gap, Mafia Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
The Arrangement: Chapter 17

I’m filled with delicious anticipation as I stand in front of the fire. Maksim is behind me, pacing back and forth slowly, the sound of his dress shoes on the parquet floor echoing through the expanse of the study.

The heat from the flames warms my front. But truth be told, the real heat is between my legs. Maksim’s cock was… delicious. I licked my lips, savoring the last traces of his taste, that salty, lingering flavor from his pre-cum. I’d wanted to drain him on the spot, but clearly, he had other things in mind for me.

“Take your panties down.”

A wave of nervous, excited energy rushes through me at his command. What the hell is it about how bossy Maksim that turns me on so much? I can think about that later. For now, I hook my thumbs underneath the sides of my panties and slide them down slowly. They drop to my ankles and I kick them aside.

The heavy footfalls of Makism’s feet draw nearer. He’s taking his time, building the anticipation. Finally, he arrives behind me. His big arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. His fingertips move slowly up my back, causing goosebumps to break out. His hands slip to the front, and he cups my breasts, squeezing them gently, just the way I like it.

“Tell me what you desire.” His voice is low and sensual, but with an animal edge.

“Pinch me,” I say, my eyes half-closed with shameless anticipation.

Having learned precisely how I prefer my nipples to be teased, he clamps them both, mercilessly pinching until a burning sensation shimmers through my chest, causing my core to contract and my pussy to clench in desperation. “Oh, yes… Just like that…”

“What else do you want, Tory? I’ll give you anything.”

“You.”

“You need to be more specific than that, my dear.”

I grin. He doesn’t like to make it easy. “I want you inside me.”

Without a word, he places his right hand on mine, bringing it around. Maksim places it on his cock and I gasp, delighted by the sensation. He’s so hard, so thick, still wet from my oral work. I stroke him slowly, my chest rising and falling with each heaving breath. The more I service him, the harder and thicker he gets, pulsating with every stroke, responding incredibly to my mere touch.

When I can’t take it any longer, when I start guiding him inside, he stops at my entrance.

“Ask for it. Ask me nicely.”

I smile, hating it but loving it all at the same time. “Please. Please.”

“Please what?”

Of course. His favorite word, seared into my mind already, eager to roll off my tongue whenever he demands it. Truth be told, being submissive to him turns me on beyond any form of self-control. As dangerous as this man is, I feel safe enough to let him dominate me, to let him devour and control me. To let him consume me.

I take a deep breath, the words forming on my lips. “Please, sir.”

The tension between us triples, the air thickening as he lets me guide him inside. I moan, feeling my pussy stretching generously around him. His thick head pushes through the hot slickness, and I welcome it all, feeling him so deep, so fucking hard… I squirm against him, pushing my ass back, taking him all the way inside me.

There’s nothing like the feeling of Maksim’s thick, hard cock filling me to the brim, like the missing piece of my puzzle. I let go, bringing my hand to the mantle and gripping it as tightly as I can. It feels insanely good to have him plunging inside, but there’s just so much of him.

Finally, he bottoms out. His hands move to my hips, and I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for another unhinged thrust. He grabs me, making me feel so small in the best way possible. Maksim pulls back and pushes inside, my walls gripping him tightly. Once again, I’m full, I’m exploding with raw passion, my core humming as the movements gather a certain momentum. It’s coming. Something big and devastating. It’s almost here. I can feel it.

I can’t get over the way everything is just on another level with this man. The roughness of his hands, the animal grunts that explode from him with each thrust, the way his musk wraps around me. It feels better than good, better than anything. He grabs me by the back of the neck with one hand, keeping the other one on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.

The air gets knocked out of my lungs, endless moans and whimpers escaping my throat as he takes me harder, faster, deeper, as he starts pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow. I brace my core and clench tighter and tighter, fully aware of what this is doing to him.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” he says, still plunging inside. “Such a good girl the way you take me.”

I moan, pressing my ass harder into him, as if there’s a bit of his cock I haven’t yet taken.

Already, I can sense the tight coiling of an orgasm deep inside. Maksim’s splitting me in half over and over, and if it weren’t for his massive arm wrapped around my middle, I’m sure my weakening legs would’ve buckled underneath me. I can barely hold on to reality…

I can’t resist any longer. The climax breaks and I let out a cry that fills the study. Ripples burst through my belly and dissolve into honeylike ecstasy, the release bursting outward like liquid sunshine. I gush and glaze his cock, trickling down my thighs and his. Maksim pulls me close, making sure his manhood is buried to the root as I come, making sure I feel every inch of him. I don’t want this moment to end.

“Oh, Max,” I manage, sweat dripping down my temples, drops rolling along my spin as he gives me one hell of a pounding, making sure I ride every wave to the fullest.

But as I slowly begin to come down from the clouds, he slides out of me – I miss him instantly.

“Did that feel good?” he asks.

“So fucking good.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

I can tell there’s more. Maksim has an unmistakable edge to his voice, as if I’m some low-level thug working for him who’s screwed up. Have I screwed up?

“There’s only one problem.”

“There is?”

“Mhmm. You didn’t ask for permission to come.”

I giggle, taking my hands off the mantle and beginning to turn around. “Couldn’t hold it back any longer.”

“Stop right there.” His words freeze me mid-turn. “Put your hands back on the mantle.”

His tone is so uncompromising I can’t help but obey. Silence hangs in the air as I wait for his next words.

“You were a bad girl, my dear. A very plokhaya devushka.” Something about his Russian makes his words hit even harder. “You came without my permission, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Thank you for your honesty. But to tell the truth, your confession is necessary. I could tell you were coming, your pussy can’t lie. Not to me, anyway. I felt every fucking ripple. That clench is just out of this world, darling.”

A thrill of arousal flashes through me at his words.

“Bad girls get punished, yes? Tell me, are you ready for your punishment?”

I close my eyes, savoring his words. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Good.”

From his position behind me, I feel his big hand cup my right cheek. Then, before I can react, he pulls his hand back and brings it down, the crack of skin on skin filling the air. The sting is shocking. It’s not even pain, it’s pleasure tinged with just enough edge to make it interesting.

“Ah!” I yelp, my cheeks burning red while my core throbs for more.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks.

I’m not sure how to respond, to be honest. Part of me wants him to spank me again. “I don’t know.”

He chuckles. “I’ll take that as I no. That is understandable – some lessons need a bit more instruction to settle in one’s mind.”

His hand moves to my other cheek and, just like before, he lifts his hand and smacks my ass again. The sensation is somehow even more delightful than before.

“OH, YES, SIR!”

“I think that did the trick,” he says.

I hear the rustling of clothing behind me and glance over my shoulder to see that he’s bare.

God, Maksim is sexy. His body is big and powerful, his shoulders round and broad like a linebacker’s, his chest stout, and his abs drawn in ropes of taut, chiseled muscle—just enough definition to make me bite into my lower lip. His rippling pecks are dusted with silver hair, and as he turns to make his way toward one of the wingback chairs, my eyes latch onto his perfect, sculpted ass, the tight, firm buttocks bouncing hypnotically with every step.

He takes a seat on the chair, his cock pointing straight up. The sight is absolutely mouthwatering.

“Come over here,” he says, his heated gaze locked onto mine. “Come over here and sit on me.”

How the hell am I supposed to resist an invitation like that? Then again, with Maksim, they’re not invitations – they’re orders. And they’re orders I’m happy to obey.

I turn around, my ass still throbbing deliciously from his spanking. I make my way over to him, his legs spread slightly, his cock pointing up. He looks like the emperor of the goddamn world.

When reach him, I spread my legs and eagerly proceed to straddle him, his cock thick and hard. Before I can lower myself onto him, however, he stops me. Maksim grabs my hip with one hand and puts the other between my legs. He touches my pussy, teasing my clit and making me shudder, the swollen nub still tender from its previous climax. I close my eyes and focus on the precise sensation of his fingertip against my clit, slow circles summoning the sweetest pressure to gather in my womb yet again.

“Does that feel good, plokhaya devushka?” I don’t need to speak Russian to have figured out what these words mean – bad girl.

“So fucking good.”

“Don’t let that fool you. This is part of the punishment. I can tell you want to come.”

He’s right, but the way he’s touching me is too intense to even speak.

“You’re not going to – not yet. You’re going to make me finish first. Understood?”

I nod. God, just a bit more of his touching and I-

He stops, the sexy fucker knowing just how to bring me to the edge.

“Now, take me inside you.”

I reach down and take his cock in my hand, holding it straight as I lower myself down, down, and….

“Oh… fuck.”

He glides into me with total ease, the words pouring from my mouth as I impale myself on him. Soon he’s fully buried inside, all the way to the root. Maksim reaches around and grabs my ass, squeezing it hard and pushing me forward, urging me to grind on him.

My hips sway back and forth, my pussy pressed against his groin. My clit is constantly stimulated, and it’s going to be a problem because I can feel more pressure building up inside of me. Every rocking movement brings me close to an edge I’m not supposed to fall over, and I can tell he’s enjoying this, his eyes tracing over every bit of my body. I love the way he looks at me, love the way he touches me, love the way he feels deep, so deep, inside.

But in the middle of it all, I must remember his order – I have to make him come before I’m allowed to. His growls, the way he sensually narrows his eyes, tells me he’s close.

“Are you ready?” he asks. “Ready to feel me explode inside of you?”

“Yes. Please. I’m so ready.” My own orgasm is so close I’m right on the verge of disobeying his command.

But mercifully, Maksim grunts hard, and I know he’s there. He thrusts up into me, holding me in place as his cock erupts. He explodes like a raging volcano, filling me with his hot seed, and it’s all I need. His release immediately triggers mine. I can’t hold back even if I want to. My back arches and the blows through me like a hurricane, shattering me to pieces as I come undone, my juices trickling all over him. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt before.

Maksim moves his hands slowly up and down my sides, touching me in a totally loving manner that serves as a sharp contrast to how aggressive he’d been only a few moments before. The beast has been sated, and now he’s sweet and tender, rewarding me for all my hard work.

He rises, lifting me off him and holding me as if I weigh nothing at all. He places me on my feet on the soft, plush rug as if I’m made of porcelain. Then he wraps his arm around me, kissing my shoulder and holding me tightly.

I allow myself a small smile. Maksim knows how to take care of me during lovemaking and knows how to take care of me after. He leads us to the sofa and lays on his back. I snuggle closely and place my head on his chest, totally blissed out as he pulls a blanket over us.

There’s a warmth, a rightness to being this close to him, a man I’m still getting the measure of. Weird, considering I’ve never felt this plugged in with anyone before.

As I lay there, content, real life slaps me in the face. I realize I have a life outside this bubble. A messy, complicated life that involves a business I’m supposed to be running.

It’s like getting a splash of cold water to the face.

With a sigh that feels like I’m setting down something precious, I wiggle out from under Maksim’s arm and start collecting my clothes, each piece a step back to reality.

Maksim stirs, his voice sleepy but laced with a hint of concern. ‘Where are you going?’

I pause, half-dressed, and shoot him a look. ‘I have a life and a job that doesn’t involve getting kidnapped or debating with mobsters.’

He props himself up on one elbow, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. ‘You sure? Because that sounds like a full-time job to me.’

I roll my eyes, even as a reluctant smile tugs at my lips. ‘Ha-ha, very funny. Someone’s got to keep the city’s dogs happy, and last I checked, that’s me.’

Slipping on the last of my clothes, I turn back to him, caught between the pull of this newfound connection and the call of my own world. ‘Listen,’ I start, trying to sound more confident than I feel, ‘this…whatever this is, it’s new territory for me. But I’ve got a business to run and a life to sort out.’

He watches me, amusement and something deeper in his gaze. ‘I know,’ he says, the weight of his words carrying a promise. ‘Just remember, you’ve got my number. For anything.’ Maksim snatches a look at his watch, eyeing the time with a hint of something that might be responsibility. ‘Looks like I need to get moving too,’ he announces, standing up and letting the blanket cascade away with a carelessness that speaks volumes about his comfort in his own skin.

And there he is, in all his glory, not a stitch on him, and completely unbothered by it. Me? I’m momentarily rooted to the spot, my exit strategy suddenly looking less appealing. The view’s enough to short-circuit any sensible thought, leaving me wondering if a speedy departure is really in my best interests.

Maksim’s gaze dances over my own body, his eyes lingering. I love the way he looks at me.

‘As much as I appreciate the view from here, we really should get a move on,’ he chuckles, pulling on some clothes on with a speed that suggests he’s no stranger to quick changes.

Following him through the house, I’m hit once again by the sheer size and grandeur of it. It’s like stepping into a different world, one where every corner and corridor speaks of a life miles away from my own.

He catches me looking around, an eyebrow raised in silent question. ‘What’s on your mind?’ he asks, that playful edge still present in his voice.

‘Oh, just calculating how many Murphy beds I could fit in this place,’ I reply, throwing him a smirk. ‘Turns out, it’s a lot.’

Maksim laughs, a sound that’s becoming increasingly familiar and welcome. ‘Well, if you ever need more space, feel free to expand into here. I’m sure we could replace a corner for a dog or two.”

Just as we’re about to leave, a car rolls up, cutting through the late morning calm like a scene straight out of a suburban fantasy. Behind the wheel is an older woman, her demeanor speaking volumes of warmth and authority, and in the back seat, a young girl who could easily win a cuteness contest.

Maksim’s face lights up with both pride and affection, a sight that’s oddly disarming.

The door swings open, and the girl pops out of her booster seat and onto the driveway, curiosity written all over her face. ‘Who’s the lady?’

Maksim smiles at her and introduces me. ‘She’s a friend.’

But little Miss Adelina, with a name as charming as her curious little self, isn’t about to let that vague introduction slide. ‘Friend? Is she your new best friend?’ Adelina’s eyes are wide, her questions fired off with the rapid precision of a seasoned interrogator.

Maksim chuckles, a sound both warm and a tad evasive. ‘A very special friend, Ade.’

She’s not satisfied, her gaze flitting between us like she’s putting together a puzzle. ‘Do you have a dog? What’s your favorite color? Will you come to my ballet recital?’ The questions tumble out, each one more adorable and probing than the last.

I squat down in front of her, putting my hands on my knees. She’s so adorable it hurts – and she looks just like her father.

“Do I have a dog? Little lady, you asked the right person that question – I don’t have just one dog, I have dogs, with an S.”

“Really? How many? What kind of dogs? How big are they?”

Maksim gently cuts in, ‘Ade, let’s not overwhelm my friend, okay?’

Adelina huffs, a miniature version of a grown-up sigh. ‘Okay, but I still wanna know if she’ll come to the recital.‘

With a laugh that’s both apologetic and filled with paternal love, Maksim scoops her up. ‘You’re being a bit too forward, young lady,’ he tells her, but it’s clear there’s no real reprimand there, just a father’s amusement at his daughter’s inquisitive nature.

Standing there, watching them, I’m struck by the duality of Maksim Morozov. Here he is, a man whose life is shrouded in danger and shadows, displaying such undeniable love and tenderness for his daughter. It’s a juxtaposition that’s both baffling and intriguing, painting him in shades I’m only just beginning to understand.

How does he reconcile these two worlds? The loving father and the feared mobster? It’s a puzzle, a complex enigma wrapped in the guise of a man who’s just introduced me as a friend to his daughter.

Adelina’s eyes meet mine, bright with curiosity and something akin to approval. Before anyone can say anything else, the woman steps out of the car.

“Come along, Ade,” she says, her tone firm. “Let’s leave your father be while he speaks to his friend.”

The strange emphasis she puts on the final word, along with her quick up-and-down of me with her eyes, makes it clear she understands I’m not at the house for business.

“Thank you, Irina,” Maksim says as the pair vanish into the house.

Maksim, with his unexpected depths and contradictions, has firmly caught my interest. Figuring him out, understanding the man behind the mystery, suddenly feels like a challenge I’m more than willing to accept.