Chapter 26
I knew it would be mind-blowing, but this? This is something straight out of my darkest fantasies, played out in real life, and I don’t even think this woman knows how much power she has over me.
Fuck, everything about her has me ready to throw it all away just to make her smile—hell, to hear her make that sound again. I love the noises she makes, like she’s truly surprised or caught off guard by her pleasure. I want to record her moaning and listen to it before I need to do anything competitive or perform because she’s got my ego sky high right now, and I feel like I could do anything with that power.
I grind myself inside her, rolling my hips and doing all that I can to keep myself under control. I’m not ready for this to end, and those whimpers she’s making aren’t doing anything to help my cause.
I fucking love having her pinned down like this, her legs spread open, knees by her ears, as I drive into her impossibly deep, burying myself all the way to the hilt. But what I love even more is how much she loves it too—the hungry look in her eyes, the way her bee-stung pink lips part as she moans, and how she’s so confident in her body, letting me maneuver her exactly how I want.
“You love being my fuck doll, don’t you, baby girl?” I growl in her ear, knowing she’s so close to the edge.
I told her to hold off mostly because I want her orgasm to be powerful, but also because I fucking love teasing her, especially after that stunt she pulled with the Pop Rocks. My little brat loves her punishments, and I love being the one to give it to her.
“Fuck, yes. Use me, Leo. Fucking use me however you want,” she moans out, and I nearly blow right there on the spot.
I tuck a wedge pillow under her back as I push my hand on her belly to create more friction between her G-spot and my cock. And in a matter of seconds, she’s screaming and fighting through her orgasm as it racks through her body in violent shudders.
It’s like winning a Nobel Peace Prize, knowing I did that, that I’m the reason her pussy’s clenching around my cock so hard that it nearly makes me pass out. I wish I could collect her orgasms like gold stars and wear them on a medal for everyone to see.
“Holy shit, that was incredible.”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she looks when she’s freshly fucked. Her wavy locks spread around her like a halo, all tangled and disheveled, and she’s got mascara smeared down her cheeks. Her lips are swollen, cheeks tinted pink. She looks so fucking sexy and adorable, all at the same time. I could die right now and have zero regrets, just from the satisfaction of making her come.
I kiss her on the forehead as I unclamp her ankle straps. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re far from done.”
Gripping her waist, I flip us over so that she’s straddling me, and I nearly lose my breath from the view. Perky tits, tanned skin, golden hair, and I have the very best angle to watch.
She runs her hands over my pecs as she works her hips over me, rolling and grinding until she’s whimpering again, and I know she’s so close.
“Come on, baby. Ride my cock. Let Daddy watch you make yourself come on my cock.”
She pinches my chest in her grip as she rides out another orgasm, then collapses on my chest in a heap.
I don’t wait for her to come down this time. I slap her ass. “Get up, doll. You can rest when we’re done.”
“Leo … I don’t think I can. It’s too much,” she protests, but I’ve waited too fucking long for this, and I’ll be damned if I let her off so easily.
“You can, and you will,” I growl, finding her swollen clit, rubbing circles around it. Her body melts at my touch, and I know I have her right where I want her.
I scoot myself up so I’m sitting against the headboard and flip her around, giving me a prime view of her ass.
“I want to watch you fuck me like this, and if you do a good job and make me come, then I’ll let you rest.” I move her hair over her shoulder and kiss the back of her neck, making goose bumps cover her skin.
Her hips begin to rock as I let my hands trace over every curve, loving the way our bodies fit together like they were made for each other. After this, I’m convinced that they were.
How cruel of a joke it is to find your other half, only to know she isn’t meant to be yours, that you can’t keep her. That just means I need to make every moment we have count because I’ll be living off these memories for the rest of my life. Hell, I might as well become a monk after having her because there’s no pussy, toy, or jerking myself off that could even come close to the pleasure I feel when I’m with her.
“You feel so good, baby. Use my cock to make yourself come. I want to feel your pussy spasm and watch you fall apart.” I trail my finger along her cute little ass, teasing her entrance and palming her cheeks. I’m close. I just need to hold off a little longer, let her get one more before I take my own.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can. It’s too sensitive.”
“Do you need help?”
“I don’t know.”
“Close your eyes.” I reach a hand around her, finding her swollen clit. “You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well,” I whisper as I work her clit with one hand, guiding her hips with the other.
“Such a good girl,” I hiss as my orgasm builds. I grit my teeth and slow my breathing as I try to hold on for her. “Your pussy is so tight and wet; you feel so good when you’re stretched full of my cock. I want to fill you up with my cum while you scream my name. Do you think you can come one more time for me, baby?”
I pinch her nipple, and her head falls back as she lets out the sexiest moan of pleasure.
“Yes.” Her voice is faint, but it’s all the encouragement I need. She likes when I talk her through it.
I slap her ass, catching her off guard, then push myself in a little deeper until she lets out a surprised moan, and I know I’ve hit the spot I was looking for.
Her hips begin to rock in a frenzied rush as she chases her orgasm, and all I can do is hold on to her as she loses all control.
“Fuck, yes. Come for me. Be a good little slut and come all over Daddy’s cock,” I say as my own pleasure moves to the surface.
“Yes. Yes. Oh my God … Leo!” She throws her head back as she rides out her orgasm.
My vision blurs, and all I can do is hold her as time seems to stand still. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” I say as liquid heat shoots through my core, and I fill her up as she rides out the last of her pleasure.
She collapses against me, her back against my chest, and our hearts beat violently in a steady rhythm, blending with the sounds of our panting breaths. I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as we both come back down to earth.
“That was …”
“Fucking perfect,” I answer for her, tucking her against me.
I smooth her hair from her damp face. She’s so fucking beautiful; it nearly takes my breath away, and I know that I’ll never feel like this with anyone else.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I lean up, but she doesn’t move.
“I can’t. My legs are Jell-O. Just leave me here to rest.”
“Not happening.” I go to the bathroom and start the shower before returning for her. “Come on. I’ll carry you.” I scoot her up in a cradle-carry before she can protest and carry her to the bathroom.
“You have a shower down here too?” She perks up, looking around the now-foggy space as the shower steam fills the air.
“Of course I do. It’s a sex room. Things can get messy, and it’s much easier for cleanup.”
I wait for her to use the bathroom, and it’s like we’ve been doing this for years, so comfortable around each other. It feels so natural.
Opening the glass shower door, I lead her inside, guiding her underneath the hot spray, and fuck if I’m not already starting to get hard again. You’d think I’d be satisfied after what we just did, but it’s like my cock knows this is only temporary and wants to make every moment count. He’s going to have to wait though. My girl’s exhausted, and all I want to do is wrap her up in my arms and cuddle the shit out of her for the rest of the night.
I work the shampoo suds in her hair, massaging her scalp, and to my surprise, she doesn’t protest. I’m learning the secret to managing Ivy’s smart mouth is keeping her fed and fucked … which also happens to be two of my favorite things. I love taking care of her, and for the first time in my life, I actually feel complete, like I’m finally satisfied and there’s not something missing.
Maybe I need someone to take care of, to fill this void. I used to think I couldn’t be my whole self and do my job well, but since Ivy walked into my life, it’s like she handed me a pair of glasses, and I’m seeing things clearly for the very first time. She’s changed me. She challenges me to question why I want the things that I want. When I’m around her, it almost feels like I don’t have to try so hard, like I don’t need to be perfect, like I’m good enough just as I am and I’m not too much either.
Ivy gives me hope that, someday, I’ll be able to trade the armor of guilt I wear as a shield for a clean slate, where I don’t have to hate myself or atone for my past mistakes.
The scent of vanilla and citrus fills the air as I rinse out the conditioner and lather her in shower gel.
“Why do you always insist on bathing me?” she asks as I bend down to wash her.
I tap my knee, indicating she give me her foot, to which she obliges. “Maybe I just really love taking care of you …” I realize the word choice as soon as I say it, but I don’t backpedal.
I just look into her warm sunshine eyes as I wash her, daring her to prod further. Maybe I want to tell her; maybe I want her to hear me say it.
“I love it too,” she answers, and fuck if that’s not the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.
“Good.” I trade for her other foot, and she giggles when I scrub the bottom.
“I hope you’re ready to carry me up those stairs because I don’t think my legs can manage. Maybe I’ll just sleep down here in the sex dungeon tonight until I can muster the strength to walk.”
“You’ll do no such thing. I plan on cuddling you all night long.” I stand and begin washing myself. “I’ll carry you up the stairs. I’ll carry you anywhere you need me to for as long as it takes. You just tell me what you need, baby girl.” I work the shampoo through my own hair and rinse my head underneath the shower stream. “Say the word, and it’s yours.”
She narrows her eyes mischievously, making her nose crinkle. “Anything?”
I scan her face, my eyes lingering on her lips. “Within reason …”
She moves a little closer as she grips my cock in her palm, and I suck in a hiss. “Even my vibrator?”
My laugh comes out in a loud boom, surprising both of us, and I take her face between my hands and kiss her gently on the forehead.
“If you think you’ll still want to use it after I’m done with you, then you have even more stamina than even I can manage. You thought tonight was exhausting? Just you wait. I was going easy on you. You think I have an entire room dedicated to sex and I only use a little bondage and a riding crop?”
Her smile falls, and she bites her lip, looking a little nervous.
I tilt her chin up. “I’m only just getting started. I did try to warn you.” I glance down at where she’s gripping my cock. “You might want to save a little energy for tomorrow, but that’s up to you.” I flash her a challenging grin, and she slowly pulls her hand away. “Smart girl.”
We towel off, and just as I promised, I carry her upstairs and help her into one of my T-shirts before tucking her into bed beside me, right where she belongs.
“You know, I didn’t take you for a cuddler,” she says as I pull her into my chest, wrapping an arm around her to keep her close.
We feel so natural like this.
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know. I guess because you seem so rigid all the time. You keep this wall around you and everyone at arm’s length. Why is that? What happened to make you so closed off?”
I let out a sigh, considering if I should tell her. She’s been nothing but accepting of my lifestyle, so I don’t see why I can’t trust her.
“Around ten years ago … I was in a pretty serious relationship. I’d had plenty of flings before then, slowly discovering my kinks along the way … but this was the closest I’d gotten to settling down with someone.”
Ivy runs a hand over my chest in soothing strokes, as if to tell me she’s here and she’s listening.
“I was still pretty young, and I had a big head, thought I knew everything. I’d recently gotten a promotion to be the VP of safety and sustainability for the entire North American region, and the added responsibility was more than I’d realized. The company was growing so fast, which meant I needed to hire more safety managers to supervise all the new factories we were building.
“I started working longer hours. The woman I was seeing—her name was Heidi—started expressing she was unhappy about never seeing me. She lived a few towns over, so we only saw each other a few nights a week as it was. Anyway, I did everything I could to make time for her, but she didn’t exactly make things easy on me either. Nothing I did was ever enough, and I found myself cutting corners at work so I didn’t have to stay so late.
“We were engaged in a Dom/sub dynamic, and after years of suppressing what I wanted, I finally started to open up and show her the real me. It was the first time I asked someone to call me Daddy. She was only a year younger than me, and she acted like she was into it—she never gave me a reason to believe she wasn’t. I realize now that what we had was toxic because our words didn’t mean anything. She’d promise me one thing and change her mind without telling me, but expect me to somehow know anyway.
“She was giving me heat about a work trip she didn’t want me to go on—I was supposed to be meeting a new safety manager candidate for our biggest factory yet, but it meant that I’d be gone during the week of her birthday. She threw a fit and gave me an ultimatum—said if I went on the hiring trip that we were done.”
I brush my hand over my face, feeling the painful memory stir back to the surface. “I made up some lie about having a mutual friend with one of the candidates, told my dad that he’d vouched for him, and promised him that the trip wasn’t necessary because I was confident in my decision. It was the first time I’d ever lied to my father, so he had no reason not to believe me …
“So, I didn’t go. And to make things worse, I skipped over countless candidates with more work experience in favor of some guy around my age, fresh out of school with the highest level of education I could find. I didn’t even call all his references; I just gave him the job.”
I blow out a sigh and shake my head, and Ivy runs her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to keep going.
“About three months later, I walked in one morning and found my father sitting at my desk, waiting for me. His eyes were swollen and puffy, and he had tears running down his cheeks. When I asked him what was wrong, he didn’t answer me; he just turned on the news. And that’s when I saw the headline—sixty-three workers killed in an explosion with over two hundred others critically injured. I’d been warned not to cut corners, but I didn’t listen. I knew what would happen eventually … I just hadn’t believed it until it actually came true.”
That chilling number sticks in my mind, and I have to shake the other memories back down.
Ivy’s face falls in horror, and then her brows cinch together like she’s confused. “What do you mean, you’d been warned?”
Of course she picked up on that. I shake my head, not wanting to get into it right now. It’s already so much to take in without explaining my childhood nightmares.
“Nothing. It’s not important.”
“So, what happened to cause the explosion?” Ivy asks.
“Turned out, the guy I’d hired to head up safety for the factory had a drug problem. If I’d done a thorough background check, I would’ve known that. He’d been fired from his previous job for showing up to work drunk and had a history of DUIs that he’d had someone remove from his record. He showed up to his graveyard shift strung out of his mind and missed a critical safety check. It was something so small that could’ve been easily fixed, but then a freak accident happened—a small fire ignited near the leak, and the factory exploded.
“That’s when we moved to being one hundred percent chemical-free in our manufacturing, so nothing like that could ever happen again.”
“Leo, that’s terrible, but it was a mistake. Please tell me you aren’t still punishing yourself for that.”
“It was a mistake I made from negligence, and it was unforgivable. I was on the phone all day, trying to clean up the mess, dealing with insurance companies, and writing settlements for all who were affected. I could hardly process the weight of it, but it hit me all at once in the car on my way home. I was so numb, hating myself for making such a horrible mistake, and when I walked through the door and I saw her sitting there, pouting and pissed off because I’d missed our dinner reservation without calling, I knew I couldn’t do it anymore. I knew I couldn’t have both.
“Lucky for me, she made it easy, so I didn’t have to end it. She was screaming and crying, breaking shit as she packed her bags. I didn’t even try to stop her; I wasn’t upset when she told me she’d been seeing someone else because I didn’t make enough time for her. It was the worst day of my life, and I hadn’t thought anything could make it any worse. But right before she left, she told me I disgusted her … that she felt like I’d forced her to play into a role she didn’t like.
“She said, ‘You’re such a perv, Leo. I never wanted to play into your disgusting fantasies. It made me sick every time I had to call you Daddy.’”
Ivy moves from my side, straddling her legs on either side of me as she covers me in a blanket of her body. She slides her hands from my chest and up to my jaw, where she holds each side of my face as she looks at me. Tears brim her eyes as she stares down at me like she can feel my pain as her own. “That was a horrible thing to say, but hear me right now, Leo Kingsley. There is nothing wrong with you, and you are far from any of those horrible things she said to you. There is nothing about you that needs fixing. You are perfect just as you are, and you deserve to finally forgive yourself and let go of this guilt you insist on torturing yourself with.
“I see you, Leo, and I’m not leaving …” My heart catches in my throat for only a moment before she adds, “Before I have to anyway.”
I wrap my arms around her, savoring her comforting words as the clock in my mind counts down, reminding me of how little time we have left.
She yawns, and I kiss her head and click off the lamp.
“Good night, Daddy,” she whispers, sending a gust of reassurance I didn’t know I needed straight to my calloused, bruised heart.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling that spark of hope expand a little more. “Good night, baby girl.”