Page 186 of Seeds of Malice

"Tell him the right way," Bobby orders.

I stand paralyzed, wanting to take her out of the room and wanting to stay and win my game.

She swallows and locks her intoxicating eyes with me. "Let me be your slut, Dax."

"You are my slut."

"Tell him what you want, "Lilly encourages.

I state, "You don't have?—"

"Please fuck my pussy and let Bobby fuck my ass like the good little slut that I am," she states, lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders. But her lips tremble.

I shake my head, my conscience screaming not to do this. "No, Ivy, it's fine. No, we don't have to."

"Please, Dax, I need it," she says, giving me her challenging stare.

"That's a good little slut," Bobby states.

Ivy cringes, and I once again notice how she doesn't like it when anyone calls her a slut except me.

That's because she'smyslut.

"Desk, now. And thank Dax," Bobby demands and steps back.

I stay planted.

Ivy steps forward on her tiptoes, kisses me, and says against my lips, "Thank you, Dax. I'm going to be a good little slut for you now."

Shock fills me. I didn't expect this twist of events. While I wanted her to agree, I didn't expect her to step into the role this willingly. I wanted her to be more conflicted about it.

Maybe she wants to fuck Bobby.

What am I saying? I put her in this position.

Before I can say anything, Lilly grabs her hand. "Come on, Ivy." She leads her over to the desk where Bobby's sitting.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I mutter, standing there, feeling helpless.

Bobby sits on the desk. He pats the desk behind his body. "Stand on the desk, behind me, Lilly."

"Really?"

He chuckles. "Come on." He holds his hand out, and she grabs it. He palms her ass and boosts her up so her knees are on the desk. She slowly moves to a standing position above Bobby so her pussy's right over his head.

"Good little whore."

Lilly beams. "I am a good little whore, aren't I? Ivy, I'm a good whore, right?"

Ivy laughs. "Yeah, Lilly, you're a good little whore."

"Good." She smirks and glances over at me.

"Dax, move your ass," Bobby demands.

My heart races faster.

Bobby scowls. "Is there a problem?"

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