Irresistible Little Ivy (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #7)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Ivy

I held on to Jennifer’s arm as we went down the stairs leading to “the basement”. From what Jennifer said it was actually a basement-level conference room, but the staff had totally redone it so it looked like someone’s giant 80s basement. I’d dressed for the event, wearing a pale-blue off-the-shoulder half shirt, white flared skirt, and a belt made of gold chains. With Jennifer’s help I’d teased my hair out into a mess of feathered curls held in place by tons of product. When I turned my head, my helmet of hair did not move. It was impressive.

When we were ushered through the “door” of the basement I froze in place for a moment, then giggled in delight. I stood a few stairs up, so I got a little bit of a bird’s-eye view of the room. I’d expected neon, lots of black and white, and bold colors. Instead there was a lot of brown. Brown wood paneling on the walls, brown couches, shades of brown in the shag rug, and more wood in the form of heavy furniture scattered about. There were dart boards on one wall, a pool table, old-school video games like Pac Man, and a monstrous box of a television in the corner played vintage MTV.

There were neon bar signs along the walls and two kegs in the far corner along with a tower of red plastic cups and bags of chips on a folding table next to them decorated with balloons and streamers.

Across the big room there was a bar of sorts along the wall, and a large crowd around it making their own drinks. Music thumped in the air, a great dance song about love and pain, and I put a shimmy in my step as I followed Jennifer, and her husband and Dom, Charlie, down the stairs. They’d invited me over to their suite to get ready, and I’d had a grand time with Jennifer. We hadn’t just acted like two silly teenage girls, we’d been two living-in-the-moment carefree girls. Full of laughter and anticipation, our world blissfully uncomplicated.

I’d done Jennifer’s hair as well, and I followed her high and slicked-back ponytail through the crowd to the bar area. She wore a black leather skirt and bright-gold blouse with heavy makeup and big gold hoop earrings. Paired with shiny black heels and sheer black thigh-highs and she had the vintage/glamorous look down pat.

Charlie made a drinking motion then headed off to the keg, leaving Jennifer and I to ourselves to make our mixed drinks at the bar.

She gave me a flirty little nudge and smile as she poured some vodka and said, “I’m drinking a slutty redhead, what about you?”

I laughed, my skin warming slightly and my nipples tightening as a soft, gentle desire hummed through me. Jennifer was hot, and she’d already been clear that she’d been given the green light to “play with me” if the mood struck us. Charlie was a very easygoing Dom, and I liked that about him. Jennifer was all bright laughter and fun. If a man had tried to control her too much, her spirit would have been easily broken and she wouldn’t be the bright light she was now.

Plus, there was no denying she was a beautiful, if a bit older than me, woman. Maybe in her early forties, she had the kind of body that took work and dedication, along with a naturally sultry beauty. While I couldn’t wait to see Caleb again, I had to admit passing time kissing Jennifer would not be a chore. In fact, I could use some rejuvenating girl time after the hurricane that was known as Caleb.

Another glance around showed he wasn’t anywhere I could see, so I smiled at Jennifer and said, “I’m going to have a panty dropper.”

Giggling, Jennifer stirred her drink in her red plastic cup as she said, “I’d have to be wearing some to drop any.”

I finished pouring my poison of choice as I smiled over at her. “Bad girl. You mean to tell me if I took you into a dark corner and slipped my fingers under your skirt, I’d feel nothing but pussy?”

She bit her lower lip, then released it to take a sip of her drink before responding. “That’s what I’m saying.”

I laughed then took a drink of my own before we moved away from the makeshift bar and toward the area where the pool table was. The lighting was dimmer over here, and there were couches pushed up all along the walls. Already couples, and more, were making use of their soft surface. No sex, but lots of hands down pants and under shirts.

I looked away from the people making out to Jennifer. She stood a few inches shorter than me, even in heels, and her smile had a mischievous edge as she looked up at me through her lashes. I’d made my drink strong, so when I took a second sip I sucked in a soft breath, then blew it out.

“Yikes. Maybe I should have added a little more mixer.” My face involuntarily scrunched up as the concoction burned in my belly. “Oh boy.”

“Strong?” Jennifer asked as we watched the crowd around us. “How long has it been since you’ve had drunk sex?”

“Too long,” I said with a sigh. “Work keeps me busy and when I play at the local clubs, I keep my wits about me. I know I’d be safe here, but Rawhide has rules about getting shitfaced. And I don’t want to break the rules for real and get kicked out.”

Jennifer nodded as she took a smaller sip of her own drink. “Right. Well, how about this. Do you want to get really buzzed and make out on one of those couches?”

My pussy gave a soft throb as I grinned, “I would love to. But it looks like all the couches are taken.”

She looked over my shoulder, then shook her head. “It’s getting crowded in here. I can’t even see across the room anymore. Mind if we find an area less occupied?”

Someone jostled me from behind and I almost spilled my drink. “No problem. The couches are pretty popular, let’s go over by the bean bag area. It doesn’t seem as crowded.”

Jennifer held my hand as we threaded our way through the crowd, but I froze before we’d gone too far. Caleb was here, looking as hot as ever in a black t-shirt that exposed his well-defined arms and broad shoulders. He’d skipped shaving again, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. Would I get beard burn? In the low golden light his hair appeared blacker than black, and I wanted to brush it off his forehead.

As if reading my thoughts, he tossed his hair out of his eyes then turned to someone behind him. I couldn’t see who it was, but it had to be a woman. I knew this by the feminine hands sliding over his shoulders, and the orange painted nails digging into his back. Possessive anger flooded me and I growled.

“Oww,” Jennifer complained as she let go of my hand. “What the heck?”

“Some bitch is touching my guy,” I said into her ear loud enough to be heard over the music. “Look!”

She followed my pointing finger then gaped at me. “That skank!”

I was about to march over there when Charlie materialized before us. I swear he just appeared out of nowhere, and when he crossed his arms and frowned at us, I almost didn’t recognize him. Gone was the jovial middle-aged man indulging his beautiful wife. In his place stood a no-nonsense Master in every sense of the word. His dark brown eyes were steely as he looked between us, and my anger wilted before his disapproving frown.

The urge to kneel rattled around in my brain, but Jennifer’s indignant, “Move, Charlie,” kept me on my feet.

“No, little Miss, I will not move. You two were about to do something very stupid.” We both started to protest, but he held up his hand, his face that of a man enduring great hardship. “Spare me. I know you, Jennifer, and Ivy it was pretty easy to read the violence in your expression. I don’t care what girl was touching what guy, if either of you started a fight there would be dire consequences. Like a lifetime ban from Rawhide.”

My mouth hung open a little and I flushed as I closed it. “Shoot, you’re right. Sorry, Charlie.”

Jennifer giggled. “He hates it when people say that.”

I started to apologize but Charlie waved me off with a small smile. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me when anyone other than Jennifer says it. When she’s in need of discipline, she’ll say it in a way that just sets my teeth on edge.”

Moving closer to her husband, Jennifer gave him a kiss on the cheek. “And you always give me what I need. I love you.”

I looked away as they gently kissed, somehow feeling like I was intruding on something more intimate than sex.

After a few seconds, Charlie cleared his throat and said, “Come on, you two. We’re going to distract all that sparkly energy and booze churning inside of you with something a little more fun than starting a fight.”

I downed the rest of my drink somewhat defiantly, setting the empty cup on one of the tables we passed. Behind me I thought I heard Caleb call my name, but I ignored him. I was tired of women pawing him everywhere we went. Yes, I realized that I was silly to even think considering we had no kind of commitment to each other, but the idea of wearing his ring on my collar became more appealing by the second.

“Spin the bottle!” a woman shouted from nearby. “We have a few spots left.”

Jennifer squealed and dragged me over to a big circle of people sitting on the carpeted floor. In the center an almost black glass beer bottle lay on its side, the infamous bottle. I’d never personally played this game, but I’d seen it in enough movies to get the gist.

The game was already in progress, and I had a great time hooting and cheering with everyone as the bottle spun and spun. It was about to be my turn when I finally saw Caleb. He was scooting into a newly vacated spot across from me, his eyes locked on me. I smiled at him and gave a little wave, giggling as he smiled back. His hair had been once again slicked back, revealing his gorgeous deep-blue eyes.

“Your turn!” Jennifer said, all red cheeked from making out with a hot guy dressed as an 80s rock star across the circle.

All too aware of Caleb watching me, I gave the bottle a spin, both hoping it did and did not land on him. The bottle whirled… then slowed down until it pointed at… Caleb. Jennifer practically shoved me into the center of the circle, where Caleb was already crawling forward a bit to meet me in the middle. I expected maybe a gentle kiss, some tongue, nothing more. What I didn’t expect was for him to grab me by the back of the head and mouth fuck me into submission.

We broke apart and I moaned in disappointment, only coming back to reality as I realized everyone was laughing. A few more people later and it was Caleb’s turn to spin. Charlie appeared behind me, whispering something to his wife that I couldn’t hear above the cheering. There was more than one tipsy woman begging the bottle to land on her. Hussies.

The bottle spun and spun, before coming to a rather abrupt stop on me.

“Oh ho ho!” Charlie said behind me in a loud voice, “Lookie lookie, a double pick! You know what that means!”

The group around us all yelled as one, “Seven Minutes in Heaven!”

I gave Jennifer a confused look and she leaned in and whispered, “It’s the grand prize. If two people are picked more than once, they win seven minutes in heaven.” She pointed to a door across the room. “Your own private make-out closet.”

I laughed and met Caleb’s eyes, who stood up and held his hand out to me with a big grin. “Come on, Ivy. We did a double spin, now you have to follow the rules.”

Swallowing hard in both anxiety and anticipation, I took his hand as he helped me up. “I don’t believe it! What are the odds that it would land on us twice?”

Caleb seemed to look behind me at Charlie with a mysterious smile as he said, “What are the odds? If fate and luck brought us together, I’m not about to waste this opportunity. Come on.”

He dragged me across the room as the now sizable crowd cheered us on. When he reached the door, he opened it, then scooped me up into his arms bridal style. I squealed, clutching to Caleb’s shoulders while the crowd cheered even louder as he carried me into the dark room then set me on my feet. I held up my hand, still able to see it faintly in the sliver of light coming in from around the door. Outside the music was back on, and people occasionally roared with laughter as I stared at Caleb.

“Hey there,” I said, suddenly feeling shy as we both stood close enough that my hard nipples brushed his chest.

“Hey there,” he replied with a smile.

I tried to study his face as best I could in the gloom. “You know, just because you got me in here doesn’t mean you’ll get lucky.”

Caleb chuckled and ran his hand down my cheek. The deep, almost melodic sound washed over me and I suppressed a shiver. It was totally unfair that I was so attracted to him. And to be honest, the thought of being locked in here with Caleb for “seven minutes of heaven” didn’t make me mad at all.

I caught just a glimpse of his smile as he continued to chuckle but held out his hand to me. The studs on his wrist cuffs flashed momentarily before disappearing into the dim light. His hand captured my wrist, pulling me with him as I tried to keep from stumbling in the dark.

“Hey, how big is this closet?”

“Pretty big. It’s more of a room than a closet. There’s a couch back here. Let’s get you off your feet. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to keep the heels on, I just want you on your back. I have seven minutes with you, and if you think I’m going to waste them after that little stunt you pulled back in class, you’re crazy.”

My body gave a huge throb of desire even as I protested, “It was the assignment and?—”

“Save it,” he commanded with a slight accent to his voice I couldn’t place. “Down you go.”

He picked me up as if I was as light as a feather and gently laid me down on what felt like some kind of maybe leather couch. The surface was cool beneath my heated skin, and the walls around us vibrated faintly with the bass from the speakers in the main room. A pillow was pulled from beneath my head before I could get my bearings and thrust beneath my hips. A gasp of protest escaped me as Caleb held my legs wide, exposing my panty-clad pussy to the cool air.

“I can still feel you moving against my mouth, coming against my tongue,” he whispered in the darkness, my eyes only able to make out the faint outline of his body. “Never seen a woman respond like you did. Raw and honest.”

Thankful for the darkness hiding my blush, I retorted, “I’ve had better.”

He slapped my pussy, hard, and I yelped. “Don’t lie to me. No one melts on my tongue like that, multiple times, because you’ve had better. And I know you loved those g-spot orgasms. You begged me for more. No woman who has had better begs so sweetly.”

“I have!” I protested even as my hips wiggled at the memory of that man’s demanding mouth on my core.

He audibly sniffed, and I flushed scarlet, insecurity blending with this weirdly powerful desire. “You smell so good, I’m sad I won’t be able to eat that tonight.”

“Wait, what?” I said as I sat up in my elbows.

“Did you really think there would be no repercussions for your actions? For leaving me with an aching dick?” he gently grasped my right ankle in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the strap of my heels. “Beautiful, you should know better than that.”

Dread mixed with need had me trying to scoot a little closer, something harder to do as his surprisingly strong hands held my legs spread apart.

“I was just?—”

Another slap and I moaned even as embarrassment sent a flush of heat through me.

“Love the way you melt for me,” he murmured as he removed one hand from my leg and placed it on the panel of my panties separating his hand from my pussy. “I can feel your heat, your wetness, how much you want me. You respond to me like a beautiful instrument. That kind of power is a heady thing to have, but I won’t abuse it. Our safe words are still the same, and if you say tribe we stop. No questions, no punishments, no harm or foul.”

Slowly I laid back onto the couch, something settling within me despite my slightly tipsy state. “I agree, Caleb.”

“Woman, I want to fuck you so bad,” he leaned forward, his weight pressing into me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, marveling at the muscle I felt there.

He was freaking ripped.

I couldn’t help but marvel as I shoved my hand beneath the soft cloth of his clothing, finding the smooth skin of his body beneath. His lips found my collarbone in the dark, exposed by my crop top, and began to kiss me softly. The sparks of sensation that raced through me had me pausing my exploration of a world-class muscled back to rub myself against him.

Pulling back with a groan, he made me release my hold on his back as I made a protesting noise.

“You are far too distracting. Maybe that attraction cuts both ways, eh? I lose myself with you, little Ivy. You are dangerous indeed.” His sigh held true regret as he rubbed his thumb into the hollow of my hip. “You left me high, and certainly not dry. Didn’t matter how many times I jerked off in the shower, my brain was filled with you.”

Without any warning he slipped his thumbs over the sides of my panties and wiggled them off of me. And I won’t lie and say I protested. No, I lifted my butt off the couch to help him like the good little submissive I was. Argh, it was so annoying that I responded to him like this. I couldn’t help it. The man was truly addictive in all the best and worst ways.

When he touched me I went to a whole other level.

Closing my eyes, robbing myself of even the brief hint of his outline, I gave myself over to his hands on my legs pulling them wide again. With his right hand he traced the outline of my thigh, stroking me with a deft touch that had me slowly relaxing. I thought that once he had my panties off I was as good as fucked, but this bastard suddenly wanted to take his time.

Still, I didn’t protest when he brushed his thumb over the small patch of curls covering my mound, before lightly brushing the hood of my clit.

I began to lose control of my body again, began to sink into that place where the only thing that existed was the agonizing pleasure this man skillfully built in me. I might have no idea who he was in the real world, but here-in the dark-he was my Master.

Soft, velvety lips brushed over my knee and I suddenly developed new nerve endings in that area.

The swipe of his tongue a moment later had me stiffening and my pussy began to throb with the beat of my heart. I couldn’t handle these new feelings, yet I wanted more and more. My neck rolled on the couch as his thumb returned to my clit, giving me light caresses that had me chasing his touch with my hips.

The slap he gave my pussy had me yelping loudly.

The laughter that rolled out of him held a positively devious tone that made goosebumps race up my arms and down my back.

Settling into my pussy in a burn that confused even me.

Somehow this crazy hot jerk commanded my body in a way I’d always craved.

But he didn’t abuse that power, and he always respected my boundaries.

I could just… relax and let him take control.

The thought had me positively melting. Another sensation I’d never experienced before settled through me as profound relaxation had me loose in his hold. Caleb paused in his worship of my leg, giving one last kiss before he lay my leg gently on the couch. His weight shifted and for a long moment there was the sound of clothing being removed so I didn’t mind his absence. I wanted to feel more of him, all of him.

With that in mind I sat up and whipped off my shirt.

Fuck it, he’d seen me naked and orgasming before an entire classroom of people.

What was being caught naked on a couch compared to that?

The atmosphere changed as the heat from Caleb’s body caressed against me. Even with my eyes closed and my arms laced over my head, I could feel him. The energy of my body was drawn to his in the darkness, making me wrap my arms around him and pull him down to me.

Or at least I tried to.

Making a deep sound of regret, Caleb pulled my hands from his rock solid, and very nude ass, to pin them over my head.

Even knowing he was like a million times physically stronger than myself, I gave a weak struggle that made my clit tingle.

“You can be so sweet once you decide to behave,” Caleb nearly purred as he rubbed what felt like the thick head of his cock against my very wet pussy. “Almost makes me feel bad for what I’m about to do.”

“What?” I croaked out, my throat suddenly dry, my mind torn between focusing on the erection pressing slowly into me and his words.

“You let those guys out there think you’re available. You’re not.”

He pushed in further and the walls of my pussy squeezed him in welcome. “I’m not?”

“No. You’re my girl. Mine. Got it?” he sank in further and I lost myself in him, marveling at how damn thick he was. “You’re going to wear my ring and take my cock.”

Our bodies came together for a moment as he lay atop me, almost fully in me and boy he was a lot to take. Not that I minded. He wasn’t wrong when he said I couldn’t get enough of him. My whole body felt like it was filled with erotic sparkles, my nerves exploding with his devastating penetration. I wrapped my hands into his thick hair and lifted myself enough to kiss and lick his neck, loving how he groaned deep in his throat.

“You make it hard for a man to be strong, but like I said, I owe you a punishment. In this case, a punishment fuck.”

Finally, he was all the way inside of me and I wrapped my legs around his lean waist. How had I ever thought this tall, long-limbed man wasn’t also as well-muscled as an athlete. Heck, maybe he was, I didn’t care right now. The only thing I could focus on was the insane amount of endorphins flooding me as Caleb ground into me.

The orgasm I’d been craving was almost within reach as he stilled, then withdrew in a swift motion that made an almost embarrassingly wet sound.

He lifted me, his movements efficient and firm, in control in a way that totally turned me on.

“Hold on to the back of the couch and spread your legs.”

I did as he said, going further and tilting my ass out in a wanton display that he couldn’t see, but probably felt as he reached out to touch my butt.

“Good girl, so eager for her man. Wet like ya fell in a puddle,” he nearly groaned, his voice thickened by his accent. “You have no idea how damn sexy that is to me. You drive me crazy, Ivy. Now, be a good girl and keep holding on to that couch. I’m going to make you scream so loud, and for so long, everyone will know you’re taken.”

I rested my forehead against the couch as he slowly explored the shape of my back while he ground his cock between the globes of my ass. Falling further into the dark, velvet-lined world of my submissive heart I slowly rocked back into him, my pussy no doubt wetting his balls. Giving my ass a brisk smack that had me yelping, he pulled back and lined up the head of his rather large dick against my opening.

Tension filled me as I waited, holding my breath, wondering what it would be like when he fully unleashed himself on me.

Caleb was a big, athletic man. While I may have some extra padding, he could break me if he wasn’t careful. Trouble was, I didn’t want him to be careful.

I was a lot sturdier than I looked.

Turns out I didn’t have to worry one bit, because Caleb drilled into me a moment later, hard enough that the couch thumped against the wall. Then he grabbed my hips and fucked me into the first of four screaming orgasms. My world became a hot, liquid haze in the dark, our bodies slick with sweat as he made ride him, then fucked me on my side, then from behind again. I could feel him getting close, felt the change in his energy as he’d approach his own orgasm and it would set me off like a trigger.

Then he’d hold back, panting as if he’d been running a marathon and growling under his breath like an animal while I came with him inside of me.

Always inside of me.

Be it tongue, fingers, or cock, Caleb had to be inside of me somehow when I climaxed.

I let out a hoarse cry, my voice breaking and my sighs sounding rough. Time had ceased to exist long ago. I was merely existing, following Caleb’s unspoken commands as he wrung me completely dry. No kidding, I was pretty sure I’d need an IV for rehydration after this. Caleb had scrounged up a thin blanket from somewhere, and I was gripping the edges as he lazily rocked his hips into me.

The man had moves that drove me crazy.

“One more,” he coaxed in the darkness, an incubus incarnate. “Your pussy feels amazing when you orgasm. Like the velvet fist it is. Give me one more, love.”

Stars burst between my eyes as he plucked and strummed my clit with his first two fingers. I wrenched my head to the side, biting into my arm as the pleasure became pain, then turned to pleasure again. My poor brain was tapped out, overloaded on endorphins and rendered pretty much useless. I was operating more on instinct than thought.

That instinct had me scooting so I could reach the muscled forearm next to my head. Without thought, I began to nibble at the muscle, softly at first, then harder as he began to rut into me again. When I came, I bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise.

Caleb shouted some kind of nonsense that I couldn’t make heads or tails of, too caught up in my mind blowing into glittering bits. I hung suspended in that sparkly darkness for a long, long time. Everything was so lovely, so peaceful. I could feel my place in the universe and it was divine.

The delicious darkness I was surrounded in fractured a bit as I heard something odd.

My thinking mind took a few minutes to come back online as I lay against Caleb’s chest, his heart racing against my ear.

Poor guy, I’d given him quite the workout.

Maybe he’d need an IV as well.

“Hydration,” I croaked, then tried to unsuccessfully clear my throat. “We need hydration. Maybe an IV.”

Caleb laughed, the unexpected movement jolting me on his chest before his arms tightened around me. “I’ve just had an Ivy, one is enough, thank you. Trying to keep up with two of you would kill me. I already need to start training for a triathlon to satisfy you.”

“Hey,” I gave his hard bicep a weak push with my fingertips. “Be nice. It’s not my fault you give me such amazing orgasms. Who wouldn’t want as many as they could get?”

“Mmmm, love that I do that for you,” he purred, his voice all rumbly against my ear.

An odd sensation moved against my lower body, and I realized his legs were trembling ever so slightly.

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Are your legs shaking?”

“We’ve been at it for almost an hour, yeah my legs are a little fatigued.” He shifted slightly and his bicep jumped beneath my cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll up my cardio so we can really see how many times I can wrench an orgasm from that delicate little pussy of yours.”

I sat up a little bit, my tangled hair falling over my shoulder. “We’ve been back here for an hour?”

“Yep,” he said in a totally smug voice. “Had a little bit of foreplay before the main event.”

As blissed out as I was, I couldn’t even be mad.

In fact, I wasn’t even sure why I cared.

That is, until I realized that by the sounds of it, the party was going as strong as ever outside this dark haven.

Embarrassment made my pussy give a weak flutter that had Caleb making a deep grunt.

“Don’t tempt me. I want to get you back to my room and take care of you. I wasn’t easy on you, but I’m not going to apologize. Everyone out there needs to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours.” He briefly made a collaring motion around my throat, causing my heart to speed up. “As soon as I can see, I’m putting this ring on your collar.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said as he kissed my forehead.

Little happy butterflies stroked through my belly as I snuggled into Caleb, and he made a contented sound low in his throat as he stroked my back with his wonderfully calloused fingertips.