"Yes, I already told you so. You can come inside me and record it. I know you won't show it to anyone," I acknowledge.
"Then I need your full trust," he declares.
"You have it. I've done everything with you," I point out.
He grunts. "Ivy, you've not done everything with me. We've just sliced the cake."
I stare at him, perplexed.
He adds, "I need you to let me guide you. I'm the one with experience. I'm the one who knows what you need even though you don't know it. And all of it will make you feel higher than you've ever felt. From now on, I'll make sure there are no boundaries between us—no limits we can't reach together."
I swallow hard, not quite understanding how anything could feel better than how he made me feel in the dressing room.
"When you leave this boathouse, everything will have changed, Ivy. You'll no longer be pretending to be mine. Youwillbe mine."
I open my mouth to argue that I'm not pretending to be his.
He gives me a stern expression.
I close my mouth.
Dax challenges, "Ivy, this is the last time I'll ask. Are you ready to give me all of you?"
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Dax
Ivy swallows hard.
I wait for her to answer. I've guilted her, tapped into her insecurities, and threatened to end our relationship. I've leaned into every manipulation tactic I've perfected over the years.
This is the moment of truth. Tonight, I'm getting all of my innocent baby girl. I'll turn her into the dirty whore she doesn't know is inside her, the one I'm craving so much I'm in constant pain.
There's no more holding back. And as upset as I was at Bobby, I'm now mentally giving him a fist bump. Hell, I'm even grateful for Avery. They played their roles, and I suddenly wonder why I was annoyed.
This is who I am—what I do.
"I'm ready, Dax," Ivy finally answers.
Adrenaline pounds through me. "That's my sexy baby girl. Now, wiggle those hips and tease me with your fat ass cheeks."
Her eyes widen, and her voice cracks. "Fat?"
I grin, peck her on the lips, and answer, "Yeah, my little slut. Your fat, sexy, I-can't-keep-my-eyes-or-hands off, drive-me-crazy ass cheeks."
Her lips twitch.
I point to the bed. "Give me a good show, my dirty whore."
She sways her hips as she walks to the bed. She sits on it and looks at me.
I order, "Sit back and put your heels on the edge of the mattress. I want to see that tasty cunt."
Her cheeks heat, but she obeys.
I clap. "Bravo, baby girl. You just made me super happy."
She beams.