Remember Ivy from End Game? Well, she's back with her own story. But don't worry if you haven't read End Game, this can be read as a standalone.
We follow Ivy as she returns to London having been offered a job at Risk, the Kink Club owned by Za...
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~ ~ Josh ~ ~
Standing stiffly (no pun intended) and naked in the middle of Ivy's apartment, I had my hand wrapped around my dick.
Sounds crazy, right?
But was it crazy? I'd wanted this for so long it kinda felt like an out-of-body experience.
Weirdly though, in all my fantasies and wet dreams I had never imagined a woman dominating me. Not that I had a problem with it. Hell no. I just wrongly assumed no woman would ever want to do it.
But then again, Ivy was no ordinary woman.
As instructed, I stroked my dick leisurely. Correction... Ivy's dick. And didn't that make me feel good on a whole other level? And I had to stop myself picturing a relationship with Ivy because she had made it pretty clear what this was. Casual. Fun. An adventure.
Which totally contradicted what I wanted, which simply was... more. More of this. More of her. But honestly, I'd take whatever she was willing to give because I didn't want to ruin it.
Eyes on Ivy, she licked across her full lips as she studied me with those intense brown eyes. I kept having to remind myself to breathe in and out, focusing on the job in hand. My pace was steady and normally I would have rubbed one out by now, but I was getting off having her eyes on me and the anticipation of what she might ask me to do next.
It was safe to say she could get me to do anything.
"Do you like me watching you, Baby-boy?"
Baby-boy... Dragging from my head space. "Yes, Ivy." Loved it. I carried on drawing out my pleasure, squeezing a little harder whilst I cupped and rubbed my balls with my other hand.
"Good. Because I like watching you."
Christ, had her voice got sexier?
My pulse picked up and with that came the inevitable building sensation. Biting it back, it was starting to look like I wouldn't hold it in for much longer, but I remembered there was no release until Ivy said so and I wanted to please her.
Ivy pushed up from the sofa and headed my way, our eyes still locked. I kept on wanking off.
Walking around me, I tensed when she surprised me by slapping my arse... hard. Rubbing to soothe, she pressed closer so I could feel the heat of her body on mine. Her teeth nipped at the skin below my shoulder as hands danced around my front with her left one settling on my hip and the other covering mine, and now we both moved up and down my dick.
Eyes closing, a tingling inched up my spine. It wouldn't take much more to push me over the edge.
But then she dropped her hands, and I had to stop myself from groaning.
Moving in front of me, she angled her head up and fuck me. She was beautiful, angelic with a teasing mouth, begging to be kissed.
I kept my eyes on hers and paused my strokes when she dropped to her knees.
