Chapter 24
“You’re really good at this.” I look up from the planning spreadsheet Ivy created, mapping out every detail, down to the allocated bathroom breaks for the festival performers and three alternate plans of action if a show goes on for longer than expected.
To say this will be the biggest Phantom Festival we’ve ever had is an understatement. I had no idea what I was doing by giving Ivy free rein of the planning, but seeing the details from her imagination laid out into tactful plans feels like pure alchemy, like she’s brought our little festival to life with the twitch of her nose.
“Don’t act so surprised. I might not look like I have my shit together, but I can be responsible when I need to be, especially when it’s something that’s important to me.”
She rolls her eyes and tosses a throw pillow in my direction. I duck just in time, and it knocks down an unlit candle and several framed photos.
I shoot her a warning glare, and her shoulders creep up her neck.
“Oops.” She bites her bottom lip, looking so fucking cute and not at all apologetic—which I can tell by that crooked grin she’s hiding and the way her eyes sparkle with mischief, like she’s begging me to do something, to react and give her what she wants. What we both so desperately want.
It’s been almost a week since she had my cock in her mouth right here on this couch, and I’ll admit, it’s been the highlight reel playing in the back of my mind ever since. As much as I’d love to cancel all our plans, lock the doors, close all the windows, and do nothing but fuck her until I get this feral urge out of my system, I’ve actually had to work.
This festival is important to my family and to this town, and for the first time in my life, I want to be a part of creating an experience that serves no other purpose other than to be fun. It’s a novel idea to me, but being around Ivy Lane is like sitting in the sun and expecting not to feel warm. She has this effect on me, like she’s thawing out my frozen heart, making me all warm and tingly and filled with … hope? All I know is, I’ve found myself examining my motives for everything I do, asking myself the hard questions about why I want the things I want, and challenging my beliefs about everything.
I can’t say that it’s been comfortable, though I suppose going from one extreme to another so quickly wouldn’t be … but there’s a pleasure in the pain that’s almost as addictive as Ivy herself.
A shard of glass hits the floor with a tink, and I lift an eyebrow as I send her a warning look, loving the way her eyes light up as she holds my gaze. The little brat is practically begging for a punishment.
“Do you really think that breaking my belongings is the right way to ask for attention?”
She shrugs like she can’t be bothered to answer, knowing that her lack of response irritates me.
“Get up.” My voice comes out clipped. “Come over here.” I toss a throw pillow at my feet. “Get on your knees.”
It takes a moment for my demand to register, but then her eyes widen, and she hops off her chair, moving to kneel on the pillow in front of me, her chest heaving just a little. I bet if I felt her pulse right now, I’d find it racing from excitement, and the thought of how eager my girl is to please me has my cock twitching behind my jeans.
We haven’t gone past oral, not because I haven’t wanted to, but because I’ve been holding out for the right moment. I want Ivy to feel sure about this because, truth be told, I’m happy with any scrap of her body she’ll give me.
I slide my hand around the base of her neck, pulling her hair just hard enough to make her smile as I force her head up to look at me. Fuck, she’s so pretty, sitting on her knees for me, looking like she’d love for me to shove my cock down her throat, make her drink my cum.
“Look at you, so desperate for my cock.” I swipe my thumb over her full bottom lip, and her tongue traces behind my finger, wetting her lip in anticipation.
I unbuckle my belt with my free hand, then slide down my zipper, freeing my painful erection. Fuck, it feels so good to be longed for. No one’s ever looked at me the way Ivy looks at me. It’s like she can’t get enough, and nothing I do is too much for her, rather it’s the perfect amount.
I work my cock with my free hand, pulsing and pumping myself as I hold her chin steady in the other. I watch those shapely, pouty lips, so jealous of my hand, and her hands move to my thighs, ready to help me.
“What makes you think I should let you suck me off after you’ve been so disrespectful?”
She opens her mouth to argue, but I shake my head.
“You think I haven’t noticed those little outfits you’ve been wearing to work all week.”
I trail my hand down her neck, where I trace her delicate collarbone. I fucking love her neck, how fragile it is and the way her whole body responds when I touch it.
“You think I like the idea of everyone in the office looking at my girl?” I slide my hand further down her chest. “You think I want anyone knowing how fucking perfect these tits are?”
I flick my thumb over her hardened nipple, and her head falls back as she lets out a whimper. Then I pinch it, making her whole body jump.
“If you wanted my attention, you should have asked me nicely. There’s no reason to throw pillows at my head.” I tug her chin, directing her gaze to the shards of broken glass on the floor. “Just look at the mess you made. Are you even sorry?”
Her smirk, which she quickly tries to hide, is all the answer I need.
This fucking brat.
I am going to have so much fun with her punishment.
“Here’s what I’m going to do.” My fingers graze to her other breast and then back up to her neck. “I’m going to set a timer and let you suck my cock for five minutes, but after that, I get to play with you however I like. Is that a deal?”
She tilts her head to the side, as if she’s considering. “What if I don’t want to stop after five minutes? What if I want to finish you off and make you come down my throat?”
A slow smile spreads over my face. “You will stop after five minutes. You remember what happened last time, don’t you? Orgasms are only for good girls, and I can tell by the way you’re squeezing your thighs together that your pussy is already wet and throbbing for me. So, if you want to come tonight, then you need to follow the rules. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She wets her lips as she wraps one hand around my shaft while cupping my balls with the other.
I grab my phone and set a five-minute alarm just as her warm tongue licks up the base of my cock, swirling around the head before sucking me into her pretty little mouth.
“Fuuuck,” I sigh as my head falls back against my chair, loving the feel of her mouth on me, loving how eagerly she takes me, like she can’t get enough.
I don’t know where this girl learned how to suck dick, but she should patent her technique and teach classes on it. She has no idea how much power she has over me in this moment. I think I’d give her anything she asked, and that thought is terrifying and exciting all the same. The rush I get from this exchange of power makes me feel so alive. One minute, I hold all the control, and the very next, she’s flipped it as she brings me to the intersection of my deepest fantasies and the most euphoric pleasure I’ve ever felt.
My palms start to tingle as I fight to keep my composure, not wanting this to end. A fantasy of something I’ve always wanted to do flashes through my mind, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm.
I grip her hair and tug to get her attention. “Slow down, baby. I don’t want this to end. Trust me, I’ve got big plans for you tonight,” I say in a breathy pant.
Her round siren eyes meet mine, holding my gaze, and she starts to hum on my cock, alternating between sucking me down her throat and licking my head.
I try to slow my breathing, taking long, deep breaths through my nose as I clench my fists in a white-knuckled grip.
Glancing over at the timer, I notice there’s one minute left.
I can do anything for one minute. Come on, Leo. You can hold out.
As much as I want to enjoy this fucking incredible view in front of me, I will my brain to think about work, spreadsheets … Ricky fumbling through this morning’s meeting …
Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, and my mind flashes through a tornado of images. Some erotic memories of Ivy’s body, naked and dripping wet as I devoured her pussy in the shower; or the way her perky little tits fit perfectly in the palms of my hands; the sated, glazed-over look in her eye after I made her come; mixed with images of spreadsheets and quarterly reports, flashes of rebranding our cleaning products line and packaging substrates …
The swirl of chaos slows down my release, if only by a few seconds, as I dig my fingers into the arm of the chair, leaving a permanent indentation.
Just as my release threatens to explode, her mouth disappears, and I suck in a much-needed breath to steady me.
She works my length with her hands, and then her hot mouth is back. Only this time, I feel a strange texture coating her tongue. Little beads of something scrape along my shaft, and I’m about to ask her what it is when I feel a tiny pinch.
Suddenly, all the tiny beads pop and pinch in a rotating succession, creating a stinging vibration.
“What the fuck did you—” I startle in my seat, eyes flying open in surprise, only to find Ivy wearing a wicked grin.
I try to pull her off, but she just grips my shaft tighter, tugging my balls in an almost-painful grip as tiny explosions erupt all over my cock. There’s no getting out of this. She has me right where she wants me, and all I can do is ride it out.
I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what the fuck’s in her mouth—all while holding in my orgasm that’s only moments away—just as the five-minute timer rings.
She releases my cock with a gentle pop, wearing a smug grin, and pulls a little black package from her back pocket.
“How long have you been carrying Pop Rocks in your pocket, waiting to pull that stunt?” I swipe the package from her and shake it. “You think it’s funny to prank me?”
“I just wanted a little treat.” She makes a show of licking her lips before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Such a fucking brat. You’re going to pay for that stunt tonight.” I stand, pulling my pants up, but not buckling them, and then I lift her from the floor and toss her over my shoulder.
She lets out a little squeal and kicks her feet as I move down the hall, passing my bedroom until I’m in the library.
“Leo, wait. What are you doing? Why are we in the library?”
I pull the spine of the third book from the right corner, and a door pops open, revealing a dark staircase.
“What the hell? You have a secret staircase hidden behind your library?” She kicks her legs, trying to break free. “Wait! Where are you taking me?”
I slap her ass, the sound echoing off the bare concrete walls as I walk us down the staircase, careful to follow every single step.
The room is nearly pitch-black, save for the dimly lit flame-free candles filling the corners, and it takes my eyes a few moments to adjust.
It’s been far too long since I’ve had a reason to come down here, and, holy shit, if I’m not itching to finally let myself out of this cage and have some fun.
I set Ivy down carefully, placing my hands on her shoulders as I spin her to face the room. “This is where I come to play. I feel like it’s time I finally showed it to you.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and, fuck, I wish I could be inside her head to know what she’s thinking. Is it too much? Is she afraid? Does she want to leave?
Her eyes move to the Saint Andrew’s Cross on the far wall and then to the rack of bondage equipment in all shapes and sizes.
“You really use all this stuff? I thought you were out of the game … for, like … a long time.”
I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have, hoping I haven’t scared her off. “I was. This is from my previous life, when I had time to indulge in my fantasies.”
She moves to the king-size bed in the middle of the room, tracing her fingers along the pillows. “Do all the homes in Ashford Falls come standard with a sex room, or did you have to pay extra for it?”
I laugh, relieved that she isn’t too spooked, remembering how Heidi seemed to enjoy it at first too … until she didn’t. But Ivy hasn’t given me any reason to believe she doesn’t like the way we play. The two women couldn’t be any more different.
“I can’t speak for everyone in town, but … what people do in their own time is none of my business.” I shrug and move to the bar cart to pour myself a whiskey. “It cost me a pretty penny to have everything custom-built … but it was a worthy investment. You wouldn’t believe the resale value you get, having a sex room in your basement.”
Her eyebrows knit together like she’s trying to figure out if I’m kidding, and it’s so fucking cute that it takes all my strength not to kiss her right now.
“So, you brought me down here to play?”
I nod, giving her time and space to process everything, to consent whether she’s interested in playing with me.
She picks up a rocks glass and dangles it in her fingers, her way of asking for a drink. “So … how does this work?”
I take the glass from her and fill it with ice. I pour her a shot of gin, topping it with a mixture of lime juice and simple syrup and garnishing the glass with a lime wheel and a cherry.
“You tell me. We can go slow if you’d like, work you up to everything … or we could just keep using our mouths on each other. I’m happy to have you in any way you’ll give me. You’re the one in control here, Ivy. You say the word, and I’ll follow.”
Her eyes twinkle as I pass her the drink. “I’m going to need to know all the choices before I agree.”
“That can be arranged.”
She sips her drink, eyeing me over the rim. “What if I want you to decide?”
A warm smile pulls at the corner of my lips. I take a sip of my whiskey, then loop a finger through her belt loop and tug her toward me. “I was hoping that’s what you’d say. So, is that a yes?”
The air between us sizzles with anticipation and energy and promises of things we don’t know about yet and everything in between. I drain my glass as I wait for her response, my skin buzzing with hope and excitement.
She flashes me a grin, her eyes flicking from my cock back to meet my gaze as she crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s about time you finally caved. If only I had known you had all this hidden away, I wouldn’t have been so impatient.” She drains her glass and walks over to the bed, pulling herself up to sit on the edge. “All right, Boss Daddy, where do you want me?”