Page 133 of A Debt of Darkness

“Master.” I almost regret my correction when her eyes widen and she recognizes the harsher version of me she’s facing. “I had to take care of something in the dungeons. Now that’s done, we can spend the rest of the night together.”

Ivy nods and her emerald eyes flicker, nervous and unsure of herself.

“We need each other and I cannot be soft tonight, lea. Not this evening.”

She snatches some deep breaths, making her chest heave and her tits move in a way that excites me. Ivy’s so fucking perfect and it’s taking all my remaining control not to march over there and claim her when her lips part slightly. Their slightly reddish hue catches my attention and a slight swell remains, left behind after her tears have dried.

“You were upset.”

Ivy nods and fidgets, shifting her weight nervously. She’s worried about what happened more than what’s coming if the way she plays with her fingers is an indication of her thoughts.

“Eyes on me, lea. This will help. I promise.”

She nods and her body relaxes, her mind releasing its anxiety as she gives up control and accepts her place.

“Strip.”

The slightest gasp escapes her lips before her slightly shaky fingers pull her top off and her arms bend around her back, undoing her bra. Ivy’s not confident enough to perform the tease I’d hoped for, but she’s not resisting, and her compliance is all I need. As long as she follows, I can lead her and she’ll meet my needs. All of them. As I’ll meet hers if she obeys.

Her fingers slip under her trousers and she shuffles out her clothes. Ivy’s skin shimmers in the light as she rearranges the clothes, searching for something to silence the thoughts whirling through her mind. She’s looking for stillness, for a calm that helps her settle—and she won’t find it. Not on her own.

I’m the center of her storm and she needs to stop. Ivy needs to surrender and let her mind clear, and I’m chasing the calm of control. I want the power and control that connects me to her. I crave the euphoria and need to ground myself in and with Ivy, in and with us.

“Crawl to me.”

Ivy’s hands freeze and her eyes snap to mine. She’s questioning if I mean it and my eyebrow leaves no room for doubt.

Her heart rate jumps as she lowers herself to the floor, awkwardly kneeling as her eyes fix on the space between us. I wait, increasingly irritated as Ivy takes her time, finally acquiescing and lowering herself onto the floor. Her tits hang from her chest and sway with her hips as she crawls toward me.

“Arch your back, lea. Eyes on me.”

Ivy lifts her head and a spark of defiance meets my gaze, shining as bright as the rubies in her collar. Her ass lifts as her waist drops and the sight of her crawling toward meis a fantasy come true. One I’ve long desired and I plan on repeating this. Often.

“So fucking hot,” I rasp, giving her some reassurance. “On your knees, lea.”

Ivy crawls to her mark and lifts her chest, sitting her weight back as her head tips up to face me. My perfect wife is kneeling at my fucking feet, staring up at me in adoration, and I meet her gaze with just enough affection to satisfy her.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty little face.” I reach my hand into my pants and pull out my rock-hard cock. “Open for Master.”

My hand slides over her head as I spread my fingers across the back of her skull and pull her closer, thrusting my cock into her mouth. I’m not gentle and my cock slides deep into Ivy’s mouth. She’s warm and soft and gagging as I thrust further and I ignore her protests, fixing her in place as my grip tightens.

“Good girl.”

Her mouth feels so fucking good and my cock weeps precum into her as I glide in and out, taking the pleasure I desperately need. Ivy’s gagging as her throat struggles to accommodate my dick and its rhythm, and her eyes plead for relief as she gazes up at me.

Not tonight.

Tonight, I need her to submit, and I need to unleash. She needs to accept her place and give me the control I’m craving. The release I need and the high I’m searching for as I fuck her mouth, pushing my cock further down her throat.

Saliva drools down her face as she tosses her head and tries to pull back. She’s fighting for breath, fighting her submission, and fighting me. I tighten my grip again and slide my other hand across her face, forcing her jaw open as I continue, using her mouth as I damn well want.

She moans a protest and I shake my head, thrusting all the way in and holding her face against my hip.

“Accept this, lea. Stop fucking fighting me and suck my fucking cock.”

Ivy gags and her neck stiffens as her body tenses, still fighting. It’ll be easier for her if she relaxes, but I’m prepared to force the issue tonight. She needs this as much as I do, even if she doesn’t fucking know it.

I move again, thrusting deep and catching the back of her throat. She pulls away again and I lose my goddamn mind, slamming my cock in hard and deep, deliberately making her gag.

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