Page 96 of Seeds of Malice

"What is that?" she questions.

I rise and walk toward her, holding out the needle. Horror fills her expression.

"Dax?"

"This is birth control. I need to be able to come in you, and I don't want you getting pregnant. Do you?"

She glances at the needle, then back at me.

"Ivy, do you want a kid? I mean, right now. I want an entire houseful with you someday, but we don't want any right now, correct?

Her lips twitch. "You want kids with me someday?"

"Sure. I want everything with you," I lie. "But now's not the time. We should get through college first, right?"

She nods. "Yes, I agree."

"Okay. Well, since you weren't the responsible one, I need to be. So bend over, baby."

"I'm not responsible?"

"Well, you weren't on birth control. You're eighteen. You should be on birth control," I insist.

"But I never had sex before."

"Your father should have made sure you were on birth control," I blurt out, just to set another idea in her head that her father's been a bad dad.

She gapes at me. "Why would he do that? I wasn't having sex. Nor would I tell him if I was."

Oh, but he's going to know we are,I maliciously think. Then I assert, "Ivy, if you were my daughter, I'd make sure you were on birth control. You're too hot not to be. Now bend over." I pat her ass.

She glances at the needle and then at me again, questioning, "Are there any side effects to that?"

"No, you'll be fine. Do you want to have a baby, or do you want to take birth control?" I say, getting irritated, not understanding why she's even fighting me. No one ever has before.

She admits, "I don't like to take prescriptions unless I know what the side effects are."

"Is there something you're worried about? Are you allergic to something?"

She shakes her head. "No, but my mom had bad experiences in the past."

"Okay, well, you're not your mom. Do you want this or not?"

She studies it again.

I step closer. "Ivy, do you not want me to come in you?"

She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

"You don't want me to have all of you? You don't want all of me?" I press.

She finally gives in. "No, Dax. That's what I want."

"All right, baby girl, bend over."

She finally obeys, and I rub an alcohol pad over her skin, then stick the needle into her ass cheek. I push the plunger, making sure all the medication goes in. I pull the needle out and rub her ass. "Good girl," I praise, then kiss her on the cheek. I grin and add, "You're a fantastic slut by the way."

She shakes her head, laughing. "I don't understand why you like that word and whore so much."

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