Chapter 29 Control
"Ohhh... oh godddd!" Ivy screamed, her head dropping to the mattress between her arms as she sobbed, her hips jerking, desperate to surrender. At the same time, he slipped inside her from behind, inch by inch, feeding himself to her core.
It was too much. It was too good. This was torture, the kind that burned through her veins and made her body weak.
"Ah!" Ivy's scream came through a choked throat, her body writhing under his control, tears spilling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Christian’s dirty words, the way his fingers played with her delicate, drenched core, forced her to convulse in a series of uncontrollable spasms. She lost herself completely, body trembling as a sudden gush of liquid slipped past Christian’s fingers, wetting the ground beneath her.
"Fuck, Ivy," Christian groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "You’re so fucking wet for me."
Christian was savage in his ways, insatiable when it came to Ivy. The only thing he cared about was to take his pleasure from her, to make her cum for him over and over again, owning her every orgasm, every desperate whimper. The more he watched her unravel because of the things he did to her, the more excited he became, the harder he grew.
Even when he made her wait, teasing her, torturing her, he reveled in the temptation that ran through his own body. And when she cried out like this—spent, sobbing, overwhelmed—he completely went wild.
"Oh god, Christian!" she gasped, her breath coming in desperate pants. His tormenting fingers were still rubbing her swollen, dripping core as he slammed in and out of her repeatedly. Her thighs quivered violently, slamming together in an attempt to tame the pleasure and stop her body from shaking.
"You wanted to cum, didn't you, Ivy?" Christian groaned, his voice thick with need. "Cum for me again. It’s alright. I don’t mind if you wet my fingers again."
"I… shit!" Ivy whimpered, shaking uncontrollably, her body too sensitive, too spent.
Christian grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as he drove into her harder, his fingers still working her clit, pushing her higher, refusing to let her come down from the high.
Ivy cried out, biting down on his forearm to silence herself, but Christian yanked her head back by the hair. He slammed his rod into her even harder, his fingers relentlessly massaging her little clit.
"I... I’m so close," she sobbed, her body arching into him, every nerve on fire. "Christian... please."
"That’s it," Christian growled, his voice low and commanding. "Cum for me. I want to watch you.”
His words sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she shattered around him, whimpers spilling from her lips.
"That's my girl," Christian praised, his voice dark with satisfaction. His grip softened, fingers threading through her hair, stroking her with surprising gentleness. "That's it, Ivy."
Ivy trembled beneath him, breathless.
Christian was on the verge of cumming, his shaft pulsing, fattened with need, desperate to explode inside her. He wanted to bury himself deep and claim her completely, to make her squeeze his rod and scream his name over and over. Her walls clenched around him so savagely, he almost wanted to stay inside her forever, to drown in the pleasure of owning her.
But as soon as the last wave of pleasure left her body, Ivy suddenly twisted beneath him, flipping them over in a flash, her hands gripping his wrists, forcing him onto his back.
She was breathing heavily, driven by the torment he had put her through, clouding her vision with the need for revenge. The savage frustration, the unbearable pleasure—it had pushed her past her limit.
Now she wanted to give him exactly what he had given her. He had made her wait, teased her, tortured her, and now she wanted to do the same to him. She wanted to see Christian writhe beneath her, to hear him call her name, to make him beg.
Christian growled, his muscles flexing beneath her, trying to overpower her. He was on the verge of bursting inside her, desperate for his release.
"Stay still," Ivy gritted, gripping his wrists tightly as she sat over his thick, throbbing rod, refusing to move.
"I am going to cum, Ivy!" Christian growled, his hips shifting in need.
"No." Ivy muttered, rolling her hips just enough to send a pulse of pleasure through him, but not enough to let him have his release.
"Fuck, Ivy!" Christian growled, his jaw clenching as his hips bucked up to meet hers, trying to take what he needed. His hands clenching her hips tightly. "If you keep this up, I swear to god—"
"What?" Ivy cut him off, staring into his eyes. "What if I keep you like this all night? What if I don’t let you cum at all?" She teased, moving just enough to drive him insane. "You think you’re the only one who gets to be in control?"
Christian’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his body strained beneath her. His hands shot up, gripping her waist, muscles flexing as he prepared to flip her over.
But Ivy pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him back down. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in close, her breath brushing against his lips.
"If you try to push me down again," she murmured, her voice dangerously soft, "I won’t have sex with you for a week."
Christian froze, his face tightening with raw, painful need. His breath hitched, his hands digging into her hips as Ivy tilted her head with a teasing smile. Slowly, she rolled her hips over his hard length in slow, delicate strokes. His jaw clenched, a strained groan slipping through his teeth as she pushed him to the edge of madness.
"How can you tease me so much but get frustrated when I do it to you?" Ivy hissed, her own pleasure building as she felt his thick shaft throb beneath her.
Christian’s jaw clenched. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ivy, stop playing and—"
"I’m not playing," Ivy whispered, sliding him out just enough to leave his tip inside her, making his whole body tense. "If you dare to move, I’ll leave you hanging all night."
Christian growled, his body coiled so tight he thought he might explode, but he held still. He had no choice. She had him exactly where she wanted.
He had already been so tormented, stopping his own release just because he wanted to cum later inside her. It was the only way he wanted to cum. He had been on the edge, but now she wanted more from him.
Ivy seized his wrists, dragging them up until they were pinned above his head. Her eyes darkened as she leaned in close.
"Keep them there," she whispered.
Christian obeyed, his breath hitching as her hands slid slowly down his arms to his hands, leaving a trail of tingling heat in their wake.
Ivy lowered herself, her lips brushing against his neck before trailing down to his throat. Her tongue flicked out, dragging slowly over his skin until it reached his left ear. His jaw tightened, a low groan escaping his lips as her breath ghosted against his ear.
"Ivy!" Christian growled, his voice rough with frustration. He wasn’t used to this slow torture.
"Shhh," Ivy whispered, brushing a light kiss against his cheek.
She rolled her hips slowly over his thickness, grinding down as her tongue trailed down his throat. Her warm breath teased his skin, leaving a trail of tingling heat that made his fists clench and his hips buck up, desperate to thrust deeper.
"Don’t move," she whispered against his ear, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. Slowly, she moved down his chest, her mouth leaving a trail of wet heat.
When her teeth sank into his nipple, Christian’s body jerked off the cold ground. "Fucking hell!" he growled, his head falling back as tension coiled inside him.
Her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.
"Move your fucking hips, Ivy!" Christian’s voice was raw with need, his eyes squeezing shut as her tight heat clenched around him, holding him in a ruthless grip.
She placed her hand on his face, caressing his cheek, leaning forward until her soft, heavy breasts brushed against his face, the tips of her nipples grazing his lips.
Christian's mouth parted instinctively, taking the hardened tip between his lips and sucking deeply. A sharp gasp escaped Ivy’s throat as his mouth latched on, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak.
“Christian!” Ivy groaned, squirming, but made no move to pull away. His mouth moved with a mix of hunger and precision, alternating between sucking and gently biting.
“Oh… my…” she moaned as his tongue flicked over the tip, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he sucked it back into his mouth.
A low growl vibrated from Christian’s chest as his arousal pulsed beneath her. His hands slid down her back, gripping her waist firmly. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger as his mouth continued to work her breast, leaving her trembling.
“Christian,” Ivy whispered breathlessly, her hand tangling in his hair as she pressed herself closer. His teeth tugged at her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.
His teeth suddenly bit down viciously. Ivy jerked back with a gasp, but Christian’s grip on her nipple tightened as she pulled away, making her shudder as a sharp sting shot from her nipple straight to her core.
"Ah!" Ivy moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain tightening her body as she freed her nipple from his mouth. "Don’t bite." she hissed, rubbing the sensitive tip with her finger, trying to soothe the lingering ache.
Christian’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips slowly, his gaze fixed on her breasts, which lingered temptingly in front of him. His jaw tightened as his eyes flashed with hunger.
"Don’t even think about it," Ivy warned, her breath still shaky. She saw the look in his eyes—the dangerous mix of lust and control slipping away, the clear intentions of pouncing on her breasts with his mouth once again.
"Please, Ivy," Christian’s voice dropped low, raw with need. "Just once more."
“No.” Ivy answered as she climbed over him. She slid up onto her knees, her thighs straddling his face.
Christian’s breaths became harsh. His eyes sharpened with raw lust as he grabbed her hips, holding her in place. The moment her dripping center hovered over his mouth, his lips latched onto her clit. His tongue flicked the swollen nub instantly, making Ivy cry out as her hands slammed against his chest, her body writhing above him.
"Oh… God…" Ivy’s moans filled the air, her nails digging into his chest as his tongue worked her mercilessly.
Christian growled against her, his tongue slipping deep into her tight, wet core, fucking her with the rough strokes of his mouth. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure intensified.
Turning a bit in the same position, she wrapped her hand around his hard length, stroking him with firm, teasing movements. Christian’s hips bucked against her grip, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as her touch sent him spiraling.
"I’m going to cum," Ivy gasped, her voice trembling as her body edged toward release.
Christian growled, his grip tightening on her hips as he flicked his tongue faster over her sensitive bud.
Ivy’s body arched, heat twisting tight in her core. Her thighs shook as her release flooded over his mouth. Her body trembling violently, her juices dripping onto his hungry lips.
When she tried to move away, Christian’s hands tightened, keeping her still. His dark eyes burned as he pulled her back down, his mouth still hot on her.
"Enough!" Ivy cried, her voice breathless and shaking as she pulled away, sliding down from his mouth, her legs trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Ivy…!" Christian growled, his voice rough and dangerous. "Come back here."
"No!" Ivy’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body trembled as she stood up from the ground, and stumbled back, putting distance between them.
Christian rose from the ground and followed her as she backed into the room. His eyes darkened, his steps measured and controlled. Her breath quickened as he closed the distance between them, his towering frame moving with quiet, dangerous intent.
His eyes flashed, the heat in his gaze making her core throb painfully. "Come. Back. Here!" he gritted through clenched teeth, his body taut with need.
Ivy’s gaze dropped to his throbbing cock, standing thick and proud, glistening under the dim yellow light. Her body betrayed her, clenching at the sight of him. Ivy kept backing up until her back pressed against the cold wall.
"Your play is over. Now get over here." Christian’s voice was low and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine.
"We had a deal," Ivy’s voice wavered, her breathing uneven as her back flattened against the wall. "I told you—no sex for a week if you moved."
Christian’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping low as he stalked toward her, predatory and heated. "You are my wife, Ivy," he said, his voice deep and thick with lust. His gaze dragged over her bare skin, devouring every trembling inch of her. "And I have a lot of ways to convince you to have sex with me over the entire week. Over and over again.” His head tilted to the side, a gleam in his gaze as he rasped, “And I can’t fucking wait to start."