30
SUCH PERFECTION
HENRY
I watch Ivy fussing around my bedroom, rearranging ornaments I’ve acquired over the centuries. Her fingers hesitate before she touches the more valuable ones, instinctively knowing which ones are most precious. Our bond has strengthened and it continues to deepen, and I’m content to let her explore my room while I indulge my fantasies of what we’ll do in it.
She was sore this morning and the slight stiffness as she turns suggests any movement reminds her of last night. I intend to make fucking sure she’s reminded of my cock regularly, especially now there’s little need to hold back.
Her lips part, and she stares at an ornate egg in its ornate stand. The jewels adorning it are pristine and the pearls are perfect, and it’s truly exquisite. It’s far too ornate for my taste and I only saved it to remind me of what happened with Matt, Ryan, and myself .
“That’s priceless,” she says, too shocked to raise her voice to more than a whisper.
I nod. “Do you like it?”
Ivy’s eyes narrow, and their green darkens. She doesn’t. She knows she doesn’t and she’s worried she’ll insult me.
“It’s extravagant.”
My lips curl into a smile at the answer she gives, trying to avoid offending me. Ivy sighs and turns, making a sound softer than any noise she made last night. I wanted her to scream until her throat was too damn hoarse to do anything other than rasp, but even I knew that would be cruel. Ivy’s still new to fucking and her pussy’s learning to take my cock.
“We need to discuss something, now we’ve…” I pause and she blushes, divinely, “completed our bond. There’s a custom I’d like to follow.”
Ivy stiffens as my cock hardens.
“We collar our pets, Ivy,” I say, getting up and walking over towards her at a deliberately slow pace. “It’s a very public display of my affection.”
She takes a deep and stuttered breath as her heart pounds against her chest. Ivy’s nervous and excited, unsure and conflicted. Part of her wants to find out more and the other part is scared this will be another unpleasant experience. One more thing I force on her.
And I won’t let another shitshow happen.
Not after the one with the rings.
Her pupils dilate as her eyes widen and she bites her lip, sending my arousal through the roof. The thought of her in my collar as she does it makes my cock strain and I’m going to fuck her, whatever she decides.
Not that she’ll be deciding .
“Do I have a choice?”
“You’re mine, Ivy. You’re wearing my ring.” I pause and hide the turmoil coursing through me. “My collar is no different.”
Her lips straighten as they turn inwards. “It isn’t the same.”
I nod and lift her chin, craning her head back a little as she stands beneath me. Her eyes shimmer with defiance and my cock hardens at her challenge, as my little lion makes her position perfectly clear.
“It is to me, lea.”
She nods and steps back, retreating from me. I can’t let her defiance rule her head, not over this. This is the moment that should erase the hurt of what happened with her fucking wedding rings and instead, we’re spiraling.
“I know, Henry.” Her hand reaches for my chest; if I had a beating heart, it would rest over it. “I need a little time.”
My intuition screams this is a mistake, but my head says there’s another way. One that meets both our needs and more. It could be more than I ever hoped for and I remind myself that my submissive needs a fucking firm hand.
“We’ll have a ceremony in a week.” I’m sure and she’s still. “It’s old-fashioned, but collaring you before the coven will cement your place at my side.” I wait and she watches. “It’s perfect, lea. It’s like a wedding.”
She exhales, and my turmoil rages wildly.
“Okay.”
Ivy isn’t taking the path of least resistance. She’s seen me flex and leaped forward, trusting I’ll catch her and keep her safe. I’ve listened and responded; she’s heard and replied. We’re balanced and I’m certain she’s ready, sure she wants this.
“Good girl. ”
She squeals and bounces on her toes before remembering the ache between her legs. Ivy catches herself as the urge to fuck her again becomes an irrepressible need and her eyes flick to mine, wondering what response she’s provoked. It’ll be a fucking shock if she thinks it’s anything other than a damn good fucking and my eyes narrow, trawling through all my fantasies as I decide which one to enact.
Ivy wasn’t timid last night and I won’t be now.
“On the desk, lea.”
Another sound rolls off her chest and I want to devour it. I’m pressing her and she’s backing off, edging away and provoking every predatory instinct in me. I’m going to fuck my pet on my goddamn desk and she’s going to behave or suffer the fucking consequences.
Between the collar and her behavior, I’m too riled to hold back.
Especially when I catch the scent of her arousal.
Fuck, she’s responsive and I’m going to enjoy playing with her.
Last night hasn’t quelled my desire and Ivy’s provoking me with her wide eyes, fluttering eyelashes, and quickening pulse. She’s on edge and I’m chasing her over it, crashing us both towards oblivion. My girl hasn’t played this game much, but she’s doing well and I growl when her fingers turn white as they grip the desk.
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
I stand in front of her and my height towers over her, making her predicament worse. Ivy trembles with excitement and inches up onto the desk, far too fucking slowly for my liking.
She sits nervously on the desk, unsure what’s coming next .
I push my leg between hers and kick her knees apart and my perfect little pet gasps, leaning back as if she already knows what to do. Ivy’s fucking made for me and I’m going to spend an eternity playing with her, giving her pleasure as well as taking more than enough for myself.
My hands grab her thighs and yank her toward me before I wrap a hand around her throat. Gently. Controlled. Just enough pressure to let her know it’s there and not nearly enough to do any harm.
“Mine.”
She trembles and I fucking love it.
“Mine, lea.”
She nods and I love it more.
“Are you going to behave?”
She whimpers a yes, and I almost come.
Ivy’s fueling every one of my desires and my arousal’s running wild.
“Please, Master.”
I freeze and blink, staring at my beautiful, fragile girl who’s as ferocious as I am, listening as her plea for more is a roar that stuns me to silence.
My head tilts and asks if she means it.
Hers mirrors mine and replies she fucking does.
Gods, she’s going to break me.
I crash my mouth onto hers and there’s nothing soft about my kiss. There’s nothing restrained about my need to fuck and claim her, and Ivy responds, matching my arousal with a need of her own.
Ivy moans as my teeth grate over her lip and I’m dangerously close to biting her. I’m quick enough to stop myself from making a fucking foolish mistake amid my arousal, only threatening Ivy with something I’ll make happen soon—and she doesn’t flinch.
She’s grown bold. More confident now her trust has increased. I broke it before we even started, but now I have it and my mate really is mine. Mine to worship and demean. Mine to pleasure and provoke. Mine to adore and fuck as I torture her with agony and ecstasy.
I break our kiss, tightening my hold as Ivy stares at me, drunk on lust. Her emerald eyes shine and her lips are swollen, pleading for more kisses. For more attention.
Ivy whines as I step back and those pink lips of hers fall apart, pouting as her need for me overwhelms her.
“Please, Master.”
I’m tempted to fuck her now, but something tells me I’d do better to wait. For a few seconds. My breathing turns ragged as I watch Ivy, trying to figure out what it is my instincts know is happening.
“Please, Master,” she says, whimpering. “I need you to fuck me. Please. Please fuck me.”
My cock aches as she starts begging.
“It’s fucking agony, Henry. Please.” Ivy’s eyes are full of need and her chest heaves as she surrenders to the lust washing over her. “I’ll do whatever you want. Any-fucking-thing. Please just fuck me before it kills me.”
My eyebrow arches, and she tries to lean forward. My arm holds her and Ivy whines, tightening her grip on my desk as she clings on, stopping herself from touching what she knows she mustn’t.
On other days, I’d turn her ass a pretty shade of red for being so fucking rude. Or bold. Or not bold enough. Or because it gave me pleasure to give her pain instead of the ecstasy she’s begging for .
But not today.
Today, my wife surrendered and accepted her place. She’s deepened her submission. She’s stopped fighting and let me control her. Ivy’s given herself to me, and I’m not going to turn her down.
I grab her leg, flipping her over before she knows what the fuck is happening. Ivy shrieks and pushes off the desk, and my body boxes her in. Her ass collides with my front and she groans, stiffening as my erection presses into her.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
My voice is laced with threat and Ivy shudders as her heart accelerates, pounding hard enough for me to feel it beating in my chest. Her heat spreads into me and my girl’s on fire, consumed with arousal dripping from every fucking pore.
“I won’t, pet.”
She whines.
“Not until you ask me.” I bring my lips to her ear. “Ask nicely, lea, and I’ll decide if you deserve my cock.”
Ivy sucks a stuttered breath in and almost collapses onto the desk. My arm wraps around her and pulls her against me, enjoying every fucking shiver of excitement rolling through her.
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me, Master.”
I growl and her fingers dig into my forearm, begging me to relieve her agony.
“Again.”
I’m a ruthless asshole and I’m getting high on the ego trip that is listening to my wife beg for my fucking cock.
“Please, Master.” Her breathing hitches. “I need your cock. More than any-fucking-thing. Please…”
I break.
Any control I had left shatters as I shove Ivy down onto my desk and haul her trousers down. Her ass looks spectacular from here, and I stare at it as I hold her down and undo my belt. My wife writhes as the metal clinks undone and squirms more as I unzip, barely able to contain her excitement.
She reeks of sex and I’m going to make damn sure she stays that way.
I yank my rock-hard cock out and thrust it into her before my trousers are below my hips. Ivy screams as the relief and agony overwhelm her and my dick slides home.
“Fuck, Henry.”
I spank her ass and move, hard and fast, unrestrained.
“Watch your fucking mouth before I find another use for it.”
Ivy’s pussy clenches and shakes around me, breathing hard, making noises somewhere between moans and cries. She lifts her hips and I slam mine against her with every fucking thrust, fucking her into my goddamn desk.
She’s barely hanging on and I don’t give a shit, slamming into her again and again. Ivy’s screams turn frantic as her fingers clench and turn white, gripping onto anything that keeps her sane. Her heart’s about to explode and her body won’t last, not when the pleasure tearing through her mingles with pain like this. Not when she’s experiencing this for the first time, and not when I’m pushing her this damn hard.
“I can’t…”
My fingers dig into her before I spank her ass again. Ivy cries and I keep my rhythm, still relentless, still unhinged, and chasing the high I’ve craved for weeks. I came inside Ivy several times last night and I’m going to paint her pussy with my come again.
“You asked me to fuck you, lea. Stop whining and take my cock like a good fucking girl.”
Ivy loses all control. Her body shakes as an orgasm tears through her and her cunt clamps down on my cock. She’s strangling my dick and I’m in heaven, pounding into her tight pussy as she screams and begs for me to stop. She flushes scarlet and finally surrenders, sinking onto my desk as I fuck her harder, chasing my own release.
My climax isn’t far behind hers and I press the heel of my hand into her, holding her down as my thrusts become crazed. My moans deepen as my arousal soars and warmth spreads up my core. I groan and tip my head forward, bewitched by the sight of my wife underneath me as I come so damn hard my vision narrows.
The pleasure is indescribable and commands my consciousness, just as the roar I release will transfix all those who hear it. And in the coven, every-fucking-one heard me claim my wife. Again.
I’m not subtle and I don’t give a shit.
Ivy’s mine. Mine to pleasure and adore, to caress and fuck.
Our bodies move apart and I watch my come leak out of her perfect pink and swollen pussy, trickling down her legs. Ivy’s too exhausted to move, collapsed on my desk, unable to do much more than breathe.
“Good fucking girl.” I stagger as my hand runs over her, and she doesn’t need to know this. “Was that what you wanted?”
She lifts her head, nods frantically, and collapses again.
Spent.
She’s spent and now she needs something different.
Something she can have as much of as she needs, whenever she fucking needs it.
I lift Ivy off the desk, cradling her in my arms. It’s gentle. Soft. The opposite of everything I just did. Ivy rests her head against my chest and digs her nails in, clinging to me when her arms are too tired to lift over my shoulders.
“I’ve got you, lea. You’re safe. You’re loved. Adored.”
She moans and her breathing slows as she sinks into sleep before I even reach the bed. I stand in the middle of my bedroom, cradling my wife, left wondering what I’ve done to deserve such perfection.