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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~ ~ Alex ~ ~
Nibbling my earlobe, Ivy hummed sending a current shooting straight down to my dick. She lifted her head until our eyes met. "Don't make me beg, Alexander."
Beg?
If Ivy saying that I was hers and the possessive claim she'd staked with Gemma hadn't made me hard enough to erect a tent, then asking to be my little slut had my heart-rate triple pounding, my veins on fire and my dick chipping at my zipper.
Her words undid me. In the best possible way.
But I had to be sure. "D-d-did I hear you right?" I asked, despising how uncertain my voice sounded.
One.
Two.
"Ah-huh," she said with a smile. "You know what I want from you, Alexander. You don't have to hide yourself."
My mind jumped back to our first night, not that it was every far from my thoughts. The game we'd played, how she'd fought me a little and how fucking hard I'd been.
...And the switch was flipped, as my hand instinctively moved from where it had settled on her arse up to her throat where I curled my fingers but didn't add any pressure. Ivy's eyes flared. It was no surprise she didn't stop me. I think Ivy got off on my roughness as much I enjoyed being rough with her. She wanted me to embrace it.
And I wanted to please her. Make her happy in any way possible.
Stop fucking thinking about it and give her what she wants then, Loser.
The whispers in my head were annoying as ever, but correct.
Oh, don't you worry, you crazy bastard. I'm going to give her exactly what she wants.
However, there was one blocker. "What about Josh?"
Quick to answer. "What about him?"
Seriously? How would he feel if he saw me with my hand wrapped around her throat—calling her a slut? Cock-tease? A whore?
My mind thought back to last night. He'd not shied away from the porn video, and it was pretty rough to watch.
"You'd think he'd be okay with this?" I had to ask just in case I was reading this wrong.
Dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, her hand slipped underneath to brush against my erection. "Hmm, trust me Alex. Control is on offer. How much or how little is up to you."
Was it?
I let out a slow breath. "So..." I went with my first thought. "What if I want Josh to see what a good little slut you are for me? Make him watch whilst I fuck you in any hole I choose?" Ideas came thick and fast. "Deny him the pleasure of fucking you?" I wasn't sure I'd be able to do that. Ivy wanted to have sex with us both. We'd not covered details, but I'd be withholding what she wanted.
