Chapter 30Not for the rest of our lives.
THIRTY
Not for the rest of our lives.
Trace
“I don’t like feeling jealous and out of control, do you?” Ivy asks, her hand pressing my face against the wall.
“No,” I say, the singular word jumbling as it passes by the gag in my mouth.
“No, no, you don’t,” she says. “And there was a lot of laughter after your last session today. A lot of… friendliness not needed to retain the client.”
Fuck, I love this. I love how worked up Ivy gets when we have a new female client that requests me. You’d never know it, not even if you knew her, because she does such a great job of being professional. But when new clients flirt with me, it drives her fucking wild.
Then we come home and she fucks me wild.
I’ve been hard for the last four hours, anticipating my Firecracker being upset.
“You’ll learn,” she breathes against my ear, the warning sliding down my core, leaving me edgy and achy. “Keep your hands on the wall.” She slaps my bare ass and I jump, but my hands don’t move. I know better. Last time I disobeyed my Firecracker, my balls took a whack that still makes me cough when I think about it.
Her hands smooth over the globes of my ass before she gently parts me, rocking to her toes, pressing her bare chest to my naked back.
Her tits smashed against me as she drags the head of the toy through the split of my ass is driving me mad, so I groan, but the gag ball stops me.
“Oh, you want relief?” she whispers, her words trickling down my spine as her velvet lips graze my earlobe. “I’ll give you relief, and when you come all over the fucking wall for me, remember who made you feel this way. Remember me when you’re flirting with some babe in the shop,” she hisses, surging forward, making me gasp from the intrusion.
One hand keeps me spread, the other loops my waist as she grabs my throbbing cock. I can’t help but moan against the gag, the feel of her slick palm jacking me and her cock in my ass making me crazy.
I needed to come hours ago, when she showed me her tits in the office at Ink Time. It’s why I flirted with that client, to rile her up. I’ve been dreaming about being her plaything all damn day. And now that I am? I want it to last.
But she makes it so hard.
Releasing my cock for a second, she twists my nipple, making me jerk. She takes the opportunity to slide deeper inside me as I flail, using where we’re joined to push me into the wall. My hands stay up, but my eyes flutter closed as the pressure in my groin skyrockets.
When her hand comes back to my cock, she strokes me while pumping into me from behind. “If you want to play games with me, Trace Wade, you can. But there’s a price to pay for upsetting me.” She fucks me harder then, my stomach coiling as my balls pull tight. Looking down, I drool and moan against the gag at the sight of her fair hand pumping my hardened pink dick, the tip slick with precum, angry veins tracing the shaft.
“You wanted to fuck her?” she breathes, and though this is part of the punishment role-play, I still try to say no, I try to let her know that even in role-play she’s the only one I want. But she won’t let me. “Now I’m fucking you,” she says, laughing as she releases her grip on my cock, denying me the slight relief.
Digging her nails into my hips, she holds me, and says, “Here comes your punishment. Look down and watch, or else,” she commands before picking up her pace, rolling her hips so that the toy prods and fills me at the exact right angle. She always knows the right angles.
“No—” I slur against the gag, desperate for her to stroke me as I come. She loves ruining me, and as hot as it is, it also drives me fucking crazy. “No—” I beg, a completely hopeless slut for her hand.
“Watch,” she moans, and that’s it. Hearing her get off to fucking me and ruining me is all it takes to push me into oblivion.
“Iv—” I try to shout her name against the gag as the first rope shoots from the angry slit in my cock, painting the wall in front of me. She thrusts into me again as I come again, white ribbons of cum decorating the wall, floor and my feet as she fucks me dry.
“There,” she breathes, her voice shaking as she catches her breath after her own orgasm. How hot is it that she comes when she fucks me? Fuck hot, thats how hot. “Now, if you want to touch yourself, you can, but face me first.”
I’m her eager whore, and I don’t pretend I’m not.
Spinning, drool sliding down my chin and neck, I face her and reach down, gripping my still hard cock. I groan at the slick feel of my cum coating my shaft as I pump madly, trying desperately to intensify the orgasm I just had. But like waking up in the middle of a dream you can never return to, despite how hard I jerk, the moment has passed.
Ivy, the dildo shiny between her legs, reaches up, unbuckling the gag behind my head. Stepping out of the harness, she takes the toys to the sink and begins washing them, tossing me a damp towel to clean up the mess I made.
“God, I love fucking you.” She smiles, pumping soap onto the dildo. “And you really deserved that ruined orgasm tonight, too.”
My chest tightens as I wipe my cum from the wall, something I can honestly say I never thought I’d be doing. Then again, with Ivy, that’s how life is. She’s given me things I never imagined having, yet I’m happier and luckier than ever before.
“That was so hot.” I dispose of the towel before joining her in the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “You know I was just being extra nice to that woman to get you to destroy me tonight, right?”
She twists in my arms, smirking. “Of course. And I love you for it.”
I kiss her temple and take in a noseful of her hair. I love the way she smells, and I hate how her scent only lives on my bed sheets.
“I wish I could smell you all the time,” I tell her, watching her lean hands coated in suds stroke the toy clean before rinsing.
“Wanna wear my skin too?” she teases.
But then it hits me, so I knock the cock from her hands and spin her around. “Move in with me.”
Her mouth opens but closes as she searches my eyes. “What?”
“Move in with me. I mean, we’re headed to forever, right? This is a step to that.” I bend down and kiss the shocked look off of her face, then nuzzle my lips against her neck. “C’mon, Firecracker, don’t make me beg.”
“But you look so hot begging,” she simpers, so I drop to my knees with my dick out and steeple my hands together, bottom lip in a swell.
“Please, baby, please come live with me so I can talk to you, see you and touch you all the time.”
“And smell me,” she adds, sassy despite the shine in her eyes.
“And smell you.”
She rolls her eyes, wearing the most beautiful grin. “Yes, I’ll move in,” she finally agrees.
I have her over my shoulder in a second, patting her naked ass as I parade around the house, whooping and hollering, all the while she screams and giggles and begs to be put down.
She doesn’t really want me to put her down, and I won’t. Not for the rest of our lives.