Page 95 of Seeds of Malice

Her smile grows until her cheeks have to hurt.

"I am?"

I tug her into me. "Yeah, baby girl. Do you think I'm letting you out of my sight? I didn't send your dad away and pay Professor Dyer to send that fake email to you for nothing."

Her face brightens again. "Thanks, Dax."

"Oh, no, baby girl, thank you," I say. I kiss her quickly and then put a couple pieces of lingerie on the bed. I sit against the headboard, cross my arms, and order, "Strip and put that on."

She glances at it.

"Is there a problem?"

"I've not worn anything like that before," she admits.

Satisfaction fills me. "So what? Show me your sexiest striptease. Once you're fully naked, shake your tits in my face and then put that on."

Worry fills her expression.

"You're not turning into a prude on me, are you?" I challenge.

"No. I just..."

"Just what?"

"Um, I don't know how to do a striptease."

I chuckle. "Then it's time to learn. Alexa, turn on 'Pony.'"

Ginuwine's song comes on, and Ivy gives me another uneasy look.

"Come on, you can do it," I encourage.

She remains still.

"I've wanted to see you do this forever. You're so fucking sexy," I add, to give her a little boost of confidence.

But she is sexy. Her little innocent attitude may be the sexiest I've ever seen, but I wonder again if she truly is innocent. The way she sucks my dick and how her cunt felt wrapped around my cock make me think she really does know what she's doing. It's enough to make me at least question it.

Ivy caves, slowly beginning to sway her hips. I make a note to take her to a strip club to really train her.

I encourage her further with little praises here and there until she's naked, then she starts putting on the lingerie.

I call out, "Stop."

She freezes.

"Slow. You're going to do it slow. That's how you tease a man. Do you not know how to tease a man?" I question, just to humiliate her, wanting to keep her in her place.

Sure enough, her cheeks turn to fire. She slowly shakes her head. "No, I told you I haven't done this before." She looks away.

I jump off the bed and slide my fingers through her hair. I kiss her until she's whimpering, out of breath, and her knees wobble. I declare, "I love the fact that you don't know what you're doing, but you actually do know what you're doing. You just don't see what I do. Now, slow it down and put this on."

I step back. She slowly does as I say, sliding into the panties and into the corset.

"Good. Now stay there."

I open the prescription bag and take out the tiny bottle. I fill the syringe.

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