38. Zero Stubble
CHAPTER 38
Zero Stubble
IVY
It felt surreal sitting on a yacht with Alistair. Not only were we far from home, but at a play party on a freakin’ boat. A massive shiny superyacht. We were largely anonymous, and this gave me a heady sensation of freedom and recklessness. I downed my champagne and signaled for another, despite being tipsy from the cocktails at the restaurant. Alistair gives me a hungry look—the one that makes my pussy melt—and I wish I had him inside me right now.
No, I tell myself. Not yet.
We are going to draw out every delicious moment of this evening. I use my new glitter-bomb stiletto to gently stroke his calf, and he makes that soft growling sound in his throat. The way he devours me with his eyes is so fucking hot, sometimes I can’t stand it.
“So,” I say in a low voice, “Freya.”
“The wolf,” replies Alistair.
Yes, the wolf. The wolf who gobbled up Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf who blew down houses. The hungry predator who ravaged me in front of my lover.
“You began undressing me,” I say. “My stockings were ripped from earlier in the evening, when we went for dinner.”
“That place,” Alistair remembers. “The awful one that served pruned twigs for salad and dumpster-divings for mains.”
I giggle. “Yes. The zero-waste restaurant.”
“Calling it a ‘restaurant’ is a bit of a stretch, but okay. Moving on.”
My face contorts with laughter. “It really wasn’t that bad. We were just joking that it was.”
“That’s exactly what a hippie would say.”
“So … my stockings were ripped. It was like a wolverine had a distinct dislike of my style of lingerie.”
“To be fair, wolverines aren’t known for their taste in intimate apparel.”
“True,” I reply. “You took off my blouse and bra, then you unzipped my skirt. You peeled off my destroyed stockings, then my panties. I was naked.”
“Your skin … against that dark satin sheet. An oil painting. I remember it so well.”
I’m still stroking his leg with my heel spike. “I was super turned on, but also really nervous. It was my first play party.”
“And Freya was watching you as if you were a tasty little rabbit.”
I feel some warmth in my cheeks. Part champagne, part memory. “Yes. Then she came over. I was panicking inside and trying not to show it.”
“I was there to protect you.”
“Yes.”
“She told you you need to communicate with her. To say her name when you were enjoying her touch.”
I nod. “She played with me for a while. The pearl necklace, and then the black ribbon.”
“Did that feel good?” I ask.
Ivy nods. “Yes. My nerves were on high alert. Everything she did felt … extra. Then she tied the ribbon around my neck and pushed me back. Kissed me. And then the nipple clamps!”
“And the gold chain. That was fucking hot.” Alistair shifts in his seat.
“She went down on me.”
“How did that feel?”
“Weird … at first. Too soft, too gentle. Not what I’m used to.”
“Zero stubble,” Alistair adds.
I smile. “Yes. But then I tried to relax and just go with it. She definitely knew what she was doing.”
“Hmm,” Alistair rubs his chin. “I won’t take that personally.”
“You shouldn’t. Because I’d take you over anyone else every day of the week.”
“You’re just saying that.”
I smack his arm. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”
“To the contrary. My entire being is built on jealousy. Every one of my cells covets you. When it comes to you, I am Captain Jealousy.”
“Well, it’s not necessary. I have eyes for no one but you.” I place my stiletto up on the seat now, between his legs, the sharp heel dangerously close to his tackle.
He wraps his hands around the shoe and squeezes. “What happened next?”
“Next,” I murmur. “Next, things got a bit crazy. Blurry. My account cannot be trusted, but I’ll try.”
“I remember the play-by-play,” says Alistair. “I’ll help you.”
“When I get so turned on and pleasured, things get … fuzzy. I can be completely sober and still not really know exactly what went down.”
“Sex amnesia,” says Alistair, knowledgeably.
“That’s not a thing,” I retort.
“It actually is, but I don’t think you have it. I do know what you mean, though.”
“Do you feel the same?”
He shakes his head. “Forget sex with you? Never. But previous partners have described the same thing.”
“Ah,” I say. “So you’re the common denominator. You’re so good at it that you make us girls lose our minds.”
“Sounds about right,” he jokes. “But this wasn’t me, this was Freya.”
“Maybe it has something to do with who’s in charge,” I wonder out loud. Freya was definitely in charge. “One of the things I love about being the sub is that I can totally relax into the session and just go along with it, you know? I don’t have to think about what to do next or worry about how it’s going. It’s just all about my pleasure.”
Alistair grimaces and squeezes my foot. Before I can ask him if he’s okay, he whispers to me. “I can’t wait to fuck you. This is torture.”
I do enjoy the idea of torturing him. I drop the volume of my voice so that it’s almost a whisper. “So Freya is sucking my clit and it’s driving me crazy. Then she starts using her tongue … plunging her tongue into me, and I almost lose it.”
Alistair grimaces again and rubs the sides of his face.
Freya’s lips and tongue had been so soft and slippery. “I could feel my orgasm ramping up, but I didn’t want to come yet. It was too good. And then she’s pulling at the gold chain, which was tugging my nipples. It was like my whole body was alight.”
“Note to self,” says Alistair. “Buy Ivy a gold body chain with matching nipple clamps.”
I chuckle, but nod. Yes, please. I’m not usually one for jewelry, but a body chain for the bedroom I can definitely do. “Then she poured that warm oil on me—like you do, and I fucking love it—and starts finger-fucking me, and that’s when things kind of spiral into a foggy mire of pleasure.”
I lost count of her fingers, probably even forget who was fucking me to be honest, because it was all just oil and bliss. All man-made concepts—of identity, time, and meaning, fell away.
“Then she introduces the dildo,” says Alistair.
“Oh fuck,” I reply, enjoying this. “Yes, of course. She flips me over and fucks me with that dildo.” It’s my turn to squirm in my seat. Freya had fucked me hard and fast, stopping only to spank and bite me. It didn’t feel painful at the time but the next morning I had the marks to prove it.