Page 122 of Seeds of Malice

What am I saying?

It'll be okay.

Dax would never get me pregnant before we're ready. He promised.

"That's not all I need, Ivy."

"No? What else do you need then?"

He steps back and points to the ceiling. "Do you see those green lights?"

My heart races. "Are those cameras?" I cover my breasts with one arm and move my hand to my pussy, fretting, "Are you recording me?"

He nods. "Yes. I'm recording you. I want to see you give all of yourself to me."

Shock fills me.

He continues, "I want to watch it with you, and I want to watch it when you're not with me. You're mine, and I want a reminder that you love me even when you're not in front of me."

My insides quiver. I glance around the room again, realizing my ass is on full display.

Dax drags his knuckles over my ass cheek. "Are you going to give all of yourself to me, or is this where it ends, Ivy?"

"You're going to break up with me?" I cry out, unable to comprehend that he would do that just because I disagree with being on video.

He shakes his head. "No. It'd be you breaking up with me."

Panic smacks me. "That doesn't make sense!"

"It does. I told you, Ivy, I'm not vanilla. There are things I need...things I crave. If you can't give them to me..." His voice trails off.

"Then you'll break up with me?" I ask in horror.

He shakes his head. "No. Like I said, it'll be you choosing it."

"But I'm not choosing it!"

"You're choosing to torture me, Ivy. I can't date you and be my best self if I don't have all of you. And you deserve my best self. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He strokes my cheek.

My insides quiver. I attempt to process what he said. Confusion, warning bells, and desperation to keep him swirl so fast in my mind, my head spins.

I can't lose him. No matter what, I can't.

I blurt out, "I don't understand, but I do."

Dax kisses the curve of my neck, and zings rush to my pussy. He adds, "There's one more thing."

My anxiety intensifies. I ask, "What's that?"

He states, "You're holding back, Ivy. I'm an all-in or all-out man. What are you?"

I assert, "I'm all in with you!"

He stills, then puts his face in front of mine and asks, "Are you all in, Ivy? Do you really want me? Do you really love me?"

"Yes, I do. Why do you keep asking me this?"

"Then are you ready to give all of you to me?"

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