Chapter 23 Make A Deal, Ivy?
Time lost meaning. Within half an hour, Ivy was drenched, her body convulsing on the bed, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. The vibrators showed no mercy, pushing her past every limit, dragging orgasm after orgasm from her overstimulated body
She couldn't even scream anymore. Her gag was thick enough to swallow all her sounds, leaving only the desperate whispers of her ragged breathing.
Christian watched, mesmerized. The sight of his wife, quivering, broken by pleasure, her arousal soaking the sheets, was more intoxicating than he could have imagined. Her body was flushed a deep red, shivering uncontrollably, trapped in a haze of pleasure. The massive vibrator inside her had made her unbearably sensitive, her nerves ablaze with sensation.
His hand wrapped around his own throbbing cock, pumping it with slow, rough strokes. His dark eyes were filled with heated desperation, his arousal only growing as he took in the erotic sight before him.
He came right in front of her, his release spilling onto the floor as he locked eyes with her. Ivy's watery gaze met his, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Was it too much for you?" His voice was softer now as he unbuckled the gag, freeing her mouth.
Ivy swallowed thickly, her throat hoarse, her lips parting as she struggled to catch her breath. But the vibrators, those damn vibrators, continued to pound into her mercilessly.
Christian’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. Even in this wrecked state, she looked so irresistible that Christian struggled to hold himself back from taking her all over again. Her scent was thick in the air, intoxicating, making his restraint slip with every breath. His girth, barely softened from his orgasm, twitched back to life, his own need raging. He knew that the moment he touched her, he’d lose all control.
"How about we make a deal, Ivy?" He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her swollen lips. "Use that pretty mouth to make me come. Each time I do, you get to take one vibrator off. Sounds fair?"
Her desperate, exhausted eyes widened, then she obediently nodded.
With a smirk, Christian settled onto the bed in front of her, his thick, rigid rod standing tall, glistening with arousal.
She gulped at the sheer size of it, licking her dry lips. But when she tried to reach him, she quickly realized—he had positioned himself just an inch too far. The restraints kept her body from arching higher, allowing her lips to barely brush against the crown of his cock, but never fully engulf him.
She looked up at him helplessly, only to find that same dark smirk playing on his lips.
He had planned this.
His gaze grew intense, his smirk fading as his expression darkened. Arching his back to shift sideways to bring his shaft closer to her, he looked down at her with a cold, commanding stare.
"Suck."
Desperation filled her movements as she stretched her body forward, her handcuffed hands landing on his stomach and thighs, her soft lips finally wrapping around the sensitive tip. Her tongue flicked against the silky skin, teasing him with slow, sensual strokes.
"Fuuuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers curling into the sheets as pleasure shot through him.
Ivy’s eyes flicked up to meet his, watching the tension on his face as she continued her slow torment. She sucked on his tip, her tongue dancing around it in tantalizing circles. Every few seconds, her body would jolt from the vibrators still torturing her, making her whimper around his length, her tongue moving with needy determination.
His shaft was so close, so thick, so painfully hard right in front of her face. The light purple crown throbbed, veins pulsing with need. She gave it soft licks, teasing him with delicate strokes.
Even though she tried to keep her pace steady, exhaustion was catching up to her. Her neck ached from moving up and down, and the relentless pleasure of the vibrators was tearing her apart.
Noticing her struggle, Christian's eyes softened. With a deep inhale, he bent down, his strong hands cupping her heated body.
He suddenly moved, kneeling in front of her. His large hands slid over her body, caressing her trembling frame before lifting her onto his lap. He settled back against the bed, spreading his legs and cradling her in his arms.
The new position made the vibrators inside her press even deeper, hitting every sensitive spot at once.
A ragged moan escaped her as her face collapsed against his neck, her arms clinging to his body for support, breathless and spent.
"Is this better?" His voice was laced with tenderness as his hands traced soothing patterns over her back and sides.
She sighed shakily, nodding against his skin. Her arms tightened around him instinctively, grounding herself in his warmth.
"Your body is still burning up," he murmured against her cheek, trailing soft kisses down to her ear. "You love cumming, don’t you? Did the toys I brought satisfy you?"
"Y-yes," she whimpered, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her.
Christian's fingers moved to her clit, removing the vibrator that had been rubbing against her sensitive bud. His thumb replaced it, circling the swollen flesh with slow, deliberate strokes.
His other hand pressed against the end of the vibrator still inside her, angling it deeper until it massaged that perfect spot.
A desperate sound slipped from Ivy’s lips. “Oh… God.”
His lips curled in delight at the sound. "I love you like this, Ivy. Watching you drown in pleasure makes me so fucking hard without even touching myself."
The proof of his arousal pressed against her stomach, the wet tip rubbing against her pristine skin. He shifted slightly, rolling his hips, rubbing against her teasingly, and savoring the friction.
Before she could catch her breath, pleasure consumed her again. A sharp cry escaped her lips as another orgasm rocked through her. Her nails raked down his nape, marking him as she gasped his name.
“Christian…” She bit down on his ear, her voice breaking with pleasure, sobbing from the overwhelming sensations.
But he clearly had no intention of giving her mercy. Not tonight.
She had to do something to shift control. Her body burned with need, and the relentless teasing was driving her mad.
“I need you,” she whispered, voice raw with desperation. “I want you inside me.”
His thumb stilled for a brief moment. Then he pulled back, his dark eyes searching her flushed face. "Beg for it."
Ivy swallowed hard, her lashes fluttering shut as heat pooled between her legs. Before she could answer, his thumb resumed its torment, rubbing her even faster.
A firm hand gripped her jaw, guiding her backward until she lay beneath him. He hovered over her, his gaze devouring her, his rod still pressing against her stomach as his lips closed over her hardened nipple.
“Oh…” She whimpered, her back arching into his mouth.
His voice was rough, thick with desire. “I ache for you, Ivy. I just want to fuck you again and again… until the only fucking thing you remember is my name.”
He gripped the vibrator and twisted it in slow, agonizing circles. Her body jerked in response.
“Ahhh—!” she cried, body shaking. another wave of pleasure slamming into her.
Her breaths came in short, uneven pants, her body barely keeping up.
“I’ll do anything,” she whispered, desperate, her fingers clutching his shoulders. “I swear, Christian. Anything you want. Just—just fuck me. Please. Let me have your rod inside me."
Christian stilled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. "Anything I ask?"
A nervous shiver ran through her. His mischievous eyes held a silent promise—a warning.
Her hesitation cost her. The vibrator twisted inside her again as his fingers pinched her clit.
"Ahhh! Christian!" Her body convulsed as another orgasm shattered through her.
"Yes!! I swear..." she sobbed, clinging to his shoulders, her hips lifting in desperation. "Just fuck me now!"
His grin was pure joy. Slowly, he removed the vibrator from her dripping core, leaving her empty and aching.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he positioned himself above her, the thick head of his member pressing between her trembling thighs.
With agonizing slowness, he pushed inside, stretching her inch by inch. He watched her with dark satisfaction as her breath hitched. She arched beneath him, desperate for more, but he held still. Only when her back lowered to the bed did he move again—pulling out just to push in, just as painfully slow, teasing her, driving her insane.
Her muffled moans filled his ears, her body clinging to his as he took her raw and unhurried. His thick length stretched her, making her tremble beneath him.
Her nails clawed at his back, her body shivering against his. “Christian, please…”
Leaning in, he whispered against her ear, his breath hot, "I’ll tell you what I want later."
A sharp nip to her earlobe made her gasp. He felt her walls clench tighter around him.
She barely heard him, too lost in the way he felt inside her. "Yes," she answered breathlessly. "Anything..."
His pace remained torturous, teasing her just on the edge. "Are you sure?" His voice was a low, taunting whisper.
“Yes!” she gasped, desperation clawing at her.
Finally, Christian gave in. His hips snapped forward, thrusting deep, hard. Ivy’s cry of pleasure filled the room as he set a brutal, relentless pace.
"Ahhhh!" her cries echoed in the room as he took her harder than ever before. “Oh god…!”
The scent of her overwhelmed his senses, pushing him to the brink. His control frayed, his need consuming him. He pounded into her, harder, faster, groaning at how tight she felt, how perfectly she gripped him.
Even when her nails raked down his back, leaving streaks of red, he only quickened his pace.
“You feel softer every time I fuck you,” he growled, voice raw. “Feels like you’re milking my cock.”
His teeth sank into the delicate skin of her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp, his tongue following to soothe the sting. Ivy shattered, her body convulsing as pleasure took over, her release gushing around him.
Her climax drenched him, the slick heat driving him to the edge. A few more deep, punishing thrusts later, he groaned, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her, thick and hot, filling her completely.
His breathing was ragged as he collapsed against her, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder, his lips dragging along her damp skin. His hands, still possessive, smoothed over her curves as if memorizing every inch of her.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still tangled, the heat between them still sizzling.
Then, with a satisfied hum, Christian lifted his head, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. His dark gaze roamed over her, pride flashing in his eyes at the marks he’d left—the faint imprints of his fingers on her thighs, the red love bites on her neck, the way her lips were swollen from his kisses.
His smirk was slow, wicked. “You look ruined,” he murmured, pressing his thumb against the fresh bruises blooming along her collarbone. “Just the way I like you.”
Ivy barely had the strength to swat at his chest, her lashes heavy, her body thrumming with exhaustion.
Christian chuckled, rolling onto his side and pulling her against him. His hands were slow now, caressing, lingering, his mouth pressing lazy kisses along her shoulder and up her throat. His touch was softer, but no less possessive.
Still buried deep inside her, he tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slower this time, deep and consuming, drawing out the last of her resistance.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, tracing his tongue along her lower lip. “Every inch of you.”
His fingers trailed down to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her still-sensitive nipple. He hummed in satisfaction as he latched his mouth onto it, sucking long and slow, making her arch against him with a soft whimper.
She sighed, her body melting into him as exhaustion pulled at her.
Even as his movements slowed, his lips stayed on her, licking lazily, his hand rubbing slow circles over her other breast. He stayed there, lips warm, tongue flicking over her every so often, refusing to let go.
Ivy exhaled shakily, the last of her resistance fading, and let sleep take her, safe in his arms.