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 ~ ~
Scrubbing my knuckle in my eye-socket, I yawned. Time to get up.
I flung off my covers and through bleary eyes noted it had just hit six-thirty. Sitting upright, stretching out, I glanced down at my morning wood and I swore it groaned at me.
I'd not touched it, well technically I had, but without conscious thought. Last night, half-in, half-out of sleep my hand had instinctively wrapped itself around it thinking about Ivy... Alex.
And Christ, my balls were now feeling so goddamn heavy, full, used to be emptied daily, and if it hadn't been for Ivy's text startling me fully awake reminding me she owned my dick then I would have crossed that imaginary finish line.
I'll admit, as much as it was confusing and frustrating for my dick. I grinned like a lunatic knowing that she was thinking about me... keeping me in check, reminding me she held all the control.
And I fucking loved it.
Getting my arse off the bed, I headed to the bathroom, noticing Alex's door was closed. Half-hour later, showered and ready for my first cup of coffee, Alex's door was still shut. Admittedly, it surprised me. Alex never slept in and my feet moved to hover outside his door.
No movement inside.
Come to think of it, I'd not heard him come home last night.
I knocked.
Nothing.
Opening his door, my head jerked back. His bed was untouched and an uncomfortable feeling took a day trip round my guts.
Was he still at Ivy's—spent the night?
And didn't that twist up more of a storm, igniting a queasy feeling. She hadn't asked me to spend the night. Did she like him more than me? Would she decide he was worth pursuing something more meaningful with? And what, I got shoved aside like a toy she was already bored with?
My stomach churned.
And Alex. Would things change between us if Ivy wanted him and not me?
Fuck. Why the hell had I let my head wander there? It was too damn early for a mind-fuck of that magnitude.
No. Repeating her words in my head, she wanted us both. I puffed out and went back in my bedroom to drag on some joggers. Snatching my phone, I hoped to find a message from Ivy or Alex.
Nothing. Diddly-squat.
And that weird feeling wasn't shifting—not even a little as I headed downstairs now fucking grumpy and pissed off with both of them, although rationally I was knew I was acting crazy. There were lots of reasons he might have stayed over.
Yeah? Name one? My subconscious taunted.
07:30 and I was already stressing the fuck out. And I was supposed to see her tonight. Or would she cancel, make up some excuse?
