23
ACCEPT YOUR POSITION
HENRY
S econds turn into minutes, and Ivy’s pawing at me, begging for more. Her hands wander over my body, massaging the muscles of my chest and back as her weight presses into me.
Ivy’s aroused.
Fucking aroused.
Her breathing’s rapid, her heart rate’s faster. Her moans are soft and her pleas are louder. Ivy pushes her tits into my chest and I want to devour every fucking inch of her.
I want her so fucking badly, and she’s so damn close to being ready it’s agony. I’ve teased her and she’s tortured me. Her heart’s pounding and her pussy’s dripping. The smell of her is driving me crazy and it’s taking everything I have not to throw her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck her.
My hand’s sore from relieving my aching cock, and I’m desperate to find out what her pussy feels like. I’m damn sure it’s going to be perfect, like everything else about Ivy. I’ve played with her in every other way and I’m consumed with thoughts of taking it further.
I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted but she isn’t ready. Not yet. It’s agony to be so close and be this far from everything I need, but I won’t steal this from her. Not now, not ever. I’ve never held back before, not with any other pet, but Ivy’s different and I won’t take the risk.
Not now we’re so damn close.
Not after everything I’ve done to her and all she’s done to repair the damage.
And she isn’t letting up, grinding her hips onto my erection.
“Please,” she asks.
I almost break.
I’m holding on to the tiniest slither of control.
For her. For us.
The girl who isn’t quite ready for me to fuck her wants me to play with her. She thinks she’s ready, but I know she isn’t quite there. I know she wants this and she thinks she can handle it—handle me—but she’ll panic the moment I thrust into her and it’ll shatter her in a way neither of us wants.
She’s trying to connect with me and she wants my attention in every fucking way. Her mouth presses against mine and her tongue meets every one of my demands, adding some of her own. Ivy’s on fucking fire and I’m going to stoke the flames inside her until she’s ready to burn for me.
My hands sink under her ass and I lift her as I stand, pulling her legs around my waist. I refuse to let this kiss end, demanding she stay with me as I carry her to the bathroom.
Fuck knows what I’m going to do with her in here, but the bed’s far too fucking dangerous. Her moans echo around the tiled room and they heighten my arousal, driving me closer to losing control—and I can’t afford for that to happen.
My cock’s begging for it to happen and I’m dangerously close to giving in to the ache.
It’s fucking agony.
“What are we doing?” Ivy asks.
We’re not doing what I want to be doing. If I had my way, Ivy would be on the fucking bed and my cock would be buried deep inside her. The need to claim her is taking hold and I need to get a fucking grip before I lose my goddamn mind.
“Washing ourselves,” I say, sounding controlled and in command despite the lack of it almost taking over. I’ve found a solution and we can satisfy our urges in the relative safety of the shower. There’s no way I’ll fuck her for the first time in there, and she’ll be nervous enough to hesitate and back off.
Fuck, I’m the dominant and my mate has me spiraling around her instead of controlling her. I’m surrendering to her and my desire. I’m letting the pull of our bond take over and this has to end. Soon. As soon as she’s fucking ready and I need to hold for a few days more.
Please .
Please . Ivy, please .
This is pathetic.
Her hands fiddle with my belt and a sound I’ve never made before escapes my throat. It’s high-pitched and needy, deep and full of desire. I’d do anything for her in this moment—in any moment—and I’m irrevocably fucked.
The innocent, playful girl who’s growing in confidence and need has me on the fucking run and I’m going to have to up my game. Quickly. She’s already undone my belt and her fingers pull at my flies and my dick twitches, eager for her to touch it. And me.
Her hand slips inside my briefs and it’s a fucking relief when she doesn’t make me wait. Her grip is firm and there’s no hesitation, no uncertainty. Ivy’s so fucking sure and my cock loves the attention as her hand strokes it, twisting as she moves up and down the shaft.
Please .
Please . Ivy, please .
She’s learned so fucking fast and my perfect little mate is a fucking godsend and a curse. This is agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain. It’s a world of promise and everything I want, except my girl isn’t quite ready and I won’t steal this from her.
I throw my top off and her mouth moves to my neck, kissing me so fucking gently it almost tickles. One day, she’ll bite and feed from me as we do this. One day, we’ll connect so fucking intimately we’ll lose ourselves in each other and we won’t know the difference between her and me. One day, we’ll feed as we fuck and I’ll have her entirely, as she’ll have me.
But not today.
Today is for other pleasures, other pursuits.
It’s for me, but more importantly, this is for Ivy. It’s for her confidence and growth, her pleasure and her satisfaction. She only needs to take a few more steps and then I’ll have everything I want. I’ve waited this long and it won’t be much longer. She’s so fucking close, but not quite there, and I don’t want her to fear this.
My fingers run through her hair and it’s so damn soft. It’s almost as smooth as her skin and my hands claw her clothes, eager to remove them. Ivy moans and she moves her legs, sliding one over mine and rubs herself against my thigh.
She’s fucking aroused .
I can see it. I can feel it. I can smell it. I can fucking taste it and I’m going to eat every goddamn drop of her arousal.
I’ve had as much as I can take and I need to move this forward.
I’ve had enough foreplay and Ivy’s ready for me to touch her.
I’ve had all the kisses I want and now I’m going to taste her.
After she tastes me.
My hands slip underneath her top and she raises hers over her head as I lift it off. She smiles and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen and my cock starts weeping, desperate to plunge into her. Ivy’s arms fold behind her and she unhooks her bra before she takes her leggings off, and it’s all I can do not to growl at her.
Normally, I’d discipline her for being so fucking forward and not waiting for a command. But not now, not when I’m this damn turned on and she’s this damn bold. Not when she’s stepping up and her confidence is soaring, and there’s a risk I’ll shatter it. Shatter us. Shatter her.
I’m supposed to be the fucking dominant and she’s running this fucking show. And I fucking love every goddamn second, enjoying her body and mind, begging for more from me.
“Shower,” I say, insisting we move somewhere safe.
Before I fuck her on the bathroom counter.
Her shower has become a sanctuary, a place to relieve my tensions. I’ve jerked myself off in here more times than I can count, and now she’s going to join me. We’re going to do something much more satisfying, but I won’t defile her in this space. Not yet. Not for her first time.
Ivy giggles and fucking saunters into the shower. Her hips sway seductively, and she’s doing it on purpose. She’s teasing me and I watch as she steps under the water, tipping her head back and enjoying its warmth. Steam rises and her moans deepen, and I don’t miss it when her head tips back and she lifts her hair seductively.
She’s fucking playing with me. For me.
My cock can’t take any more of this tease.
I need her to be ready and I need it fucking soon.
Please .
Please . Ivy, please .
I march into the shower and wrap my arms around her, making damn sure she feels my cock digging into her ass. Ivy’s played with fire and she’s going to learn actions have consequences, even if that makes her slightly unsure. It’ll excite her and she’ll feel safer if I lead and the pressure’s off her.
My hands explore her body, enjoying the silky softness of her skin as they glide over her angles and edges. She moans and arches away, and I pull her against me, closing any distance between us. My chest connects with her back and Ivy’s head drops back, exposing her neck.
I suck hard, avoiding biting her. It’s too damn dangerous and when Ivy starts moaning, it almost shatters my control.
She’s on fire and I’m a fucking inferno.
She’s desperate for more and I’m almost breaking apart.
She’s begging me for more and I’m praying I stay in control.
I play with Ivy’s fucking perfect tits, groping and massaging them, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. She cries as a burst of pain shoots through her and the shift in her weight screams it’s gone straight to her clit. My fingers tighten on her hardening nipples and Ivy cries again, as pleasure merges with pain and her arousal soars .
Her hands slide down her front and dip between her legs. It’s a sign of how fucking desperately aroused she is and it’s a line I won’t let her cross. Not now. Not ever.
I grab her hand and yank it away, growling in her ear—and like the fucking perfect submissive she is, Ivy trembles, instantly reacting to her Master’s voice.
Tone is enough. Intent is enough. Words aren’t needed anymore, and the slight touch as my hand wraps around her throat sends her into oblivion. She’s on edge, excited and nervous, and as high as a fucking kite. As high on her desire as I am on mine.
“Bad girl.” My teeth grate on her earlobe and she quivers.
“Please, Henry,” she whines.
I tap her ass and she arches her back, standing on tiptoes as the water cascades down her front.
“Manners, lea.”
“Please, Master.”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
My cock’s about to burst and I’m about to shatter.
“On your knees.”
Ivy gasps as she sucks air through her gasp, stuttering as her excitement ripples through her. My hand slides to the back of her neck and takes a firm grasp of her and she stops hesitating, acquiescing to my command. To my need. To my fucking arousal.
She drops to her knees and stares up at me, her emerald green eyes dazzling as they ignore the water pouring on her face and meet my gaze. Ivy’s fucking stunning like this and I’m a fucking selfish asshole who’ll never stop enjoying her kneeling beneath me .
My hand wraps around the base of my cock and it’s unnecessary. Ivy knows what I want and her lips part, anticipating what comes next.
“Open, lea.”
Her bottom lip falls and I slide my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She groans around it and I’m generous enough to hold back, giving her a few moments to adjust. Ivy moves, finding a position that lets her accommodate my dick and the water cascading down her face.
My hand cups her face and she blinks as I tip her head back a little, demanding she meet my gaze. She’s so fucking pretty like this—on her knees, staring up at me, sucking my cock.
I move my hips and she hollows her cheeks.
I move deeper and she relaxes her throat.
I thrust harder and she keeps up with me.
My movements quicken and Ivy lets me have every ounce of control I need and want. My cock slides in and out and my hips connect with her face as my hand holds her in place. I need this, need her, and she’s got to give me the release I crave.
Please .
Please . Ivy, please .
I’ve never been so fucking needy and I lose myself in the oblivion of this pleasure. She’s warm and my cock loves the feel of her lips as they tighten around it and the flick of her tongue as she curls it under my shaft. My rhythm quickens again and Ivy moves with me, steadying herself by resting her hands on my thighs. Not fighting, not resisting. Working with me, for me.
I won’t last. I don’t care. This isn’t about stamina. This is pure, unbridled desire and my arousal’s close to destroying me. My core clenches and my balls strain as my rhythm breaks and my movements turn frenzied. I’m chasing my high and the relief of my climax, as the pleasure rising inside me threatens to break me apart.
“I’m going to…”
My words trail off and Ivy hums.
The vibrations as her throat tightens around my cock send me over the edge and my cock jerks as I slam as far into her as I can. I come fucking hard and another sound I don’t recognize rolls off my chest, echoing around the shower.
Ivy swallows, frantically trying to keep up with the reams of come my cock’s pouring down her throat. She’s spluttering and I draw back slightly, making sure every last drop spills into her mouth, leaving her dealing with a fucking mess.
I smirk, aware she still hasn’t perfected the art of drinking come.
Mine leaks out of her mouth and she’s gloriously filthy. Her eyes look to mine for reassurance and I smile, stroking her face as I withdraw my cock.
“Better?” she asks.
Fuck knows if she’s asking about her technique or the relief she’s given me. My orgasm wiped almost all thoughts from my head and the only thing I can focus on is her, and her release.
“Perfect, lea.”
Ivy beams, like my praise means the fucking world to her.
It’s a gift and a far cry from where we were when she first arrived. When she was too damn timid and too fucking innocent.
My legs recover themselves and my core regains its strength as my girl waits on her knees, uncertain what will happen next. Sometimes I’ll end our play here. I’ll deprive her of any pleasure to make her crave more. I’ll make her beg and plead and demean herself to get any kind of pleasure back. But not tonight. Not when Ivy’s so close to being ready and she needs reward and praise.
I lace my fingers through her hair and guide her to her feet. She rises to meet me and I kiss her, deeply and dominantly, claiming her mouth as mine. My hands slide down her sides and grab her ass, and I lift her into the air, slamming her back into the wall.
Ivy screams, half in shock, half in elation.
“What are you doing?” she asks, shaking a little.
“Taking what’s mine, lea.” My head forces her legs apart, although she doesn’t put up much resistance. “I’m fucking starving and it’s your turn.”
Ivy arches her back and moves her legs apart, letting me sink towards her perfect pink pussy. She’s drenched and I tease her, paying her back for her fucking cocktease earlier. My girl writhes and moans, begging for more, and thank fuck she can’t see the satisfied grin spread all over my fucking face.
“Stop moving or I’ll put you down.”
She stills and her muscles relax, accepting her position. Back against the wall, water pouring down her front, legs over my shoulders and her cunt exposed for me to play with.
My tongue flicks over her clit and she cries. Ivy’s aroused and her time on her knees hasn’t dampened her excitement. She’s already close and it won’t be long before she comes.
I draw it out, teasing her clit, and back off, bringing her back from the edge of climax. Ivy edges so fucking exquisitely and her moans grow frantic as her pleasure heightens and then ebbs away before she comes. She’s desperate to come and the agony is beautiful, and my girl plays so fucking perfectly for me.
“Please, Master. ”
It’s a cry of need and want, of complete submission and total acceptance. Of me and of herself. Of her place and this dynamic.
And I won’t deny my perfect pet.
My tongue presses harder and flicks over her clit faster, swirling around her swollen bud. I suck her clit into my mouth and grate my teeth over it, mixing pleasure and pain, and Ivy’s cries become so high-pitched they might shatter glass.
Her hips grind into me and her fingers dig into my scalp and I press on, pushing her until her orgasm breaks. Ivy’s body writhes as contractions ripple through her, and her hips rock wildly as her screams grow frantic and her legs start shaking.
I pull back and stare up at the girl who’s staring down at me in wonder. Her eyes gloss over, glassy as her orgasm dazes her, and she loses herself in the warmth and pleasure I’ve given her.
“Perfect, lea.”
My hands lower her until her head falls onto my shoulder and her hands wrap around my neck, clinging onto me. She’s so soft, so relaxed and comfortable, entirely at ease with what’s happened and with me. It’s the closeness and closure we both need, and I turn the shower off, grabbing a towel as I carry her to bed.
Ivy slides under the covers before I can dry her and I get in next to her. She turns, grabbing me as she pulls herself closer, needing me to hold her. My arms tighten around her and she purrs, sleeping without a care in the world.
I’m sated but not content. I need to fuck her and I’m going to need it to happen soon. I’ve been holding back and my control won’t last. It can’t last. Not when she’s my mate and the pull is too damn strong. Not when she’s this fucking perfect and I need to make her mine.
She needs to be ready. Soon. Or I’ll break. I’ll do anything to get her there, anything to make it happen. Any-fucking-thing it takes for her to give me what I need and want, and to give herself to me.
Please .
Please . Ivy, please .