Page 29 of A Debt of Darkness

Ryan leaves quickly and Ivy commands my full attention. She grinds against her hand and I turn the sound on, groaning as her faint moans drive me wild. I pull my cock out and stroke it, matching her rhythm as she closes her eyes and settles herself.

She won’t be closing her eyes with me.

That’s a nasty fucking habit and I’ll break it immediately. Ivy’s going to look me in the eye every time she fucking comes and know exactly who’s given her the pleasure tearing through her. And then she’s going to look at me and beg me for more while she gets lost in her climax.

The water moves faster and her moans become more urgent. Ivy’s chest collapses on the bathtub and her knees move further apart.

Fuck.

I wonder where her hand is going, what her fingers are touching. She’s pleasuring herself and I can’t see exactly howshe’s doing it.

My hand tightens around my cock and it starts weeping precum as I imagine her little fingers circling her clit. She’ll push harder and faster, building her pleasure until she finds her release and maybe she’ll slip her fingers inside to help her get to orgasm.

Ivy’s movements slow and my cock jerks, knowing she’s got near a climax, but it’s been too much and she’s backed off a little. She’s fucking edging herself, even if she doesn’t know it—and my exquisite little mate has been training herself to be the fucking perfect pet.

Gods, she’s going to be fun to play with.

My hand moves harder, faster as my pumps become more determined and I allow myself to experience the same pleasure she is. I’m fucking close and my balls tighten, straining as they need to release. I want to come; I need to fucking come, but I’m holding back, waiting for her.

Ivy’s hand dives deeper between her legs and I’m sure her fingers have crept inside her delicious little pussy. I’m going to discover exactly how perfect her cunt feels soon and she can take more sooner if she’s used to having something inside her.

Her head tips back and mine follows. I’m so fucking close and my cock’s desperate to explode. I need the release, the relief. I need the fucking pleasure and she’s got to come. She’s got to give me what I want.

I watch as her pleasure builds again and her hips buck wildly. Her breathing’s ragged and she’s right on the edge, clutching her chest with her free hand. Her moans turn into pleas for the same release I’m craving, and her eyes screw tighter shut.

She’s trying.

Ivy’s fucking trying.

And she can’t quite get there.

Fuck.

Maybe it’s the stress of the past few days.

Maybe it’s the position she’s in.

But maybe—just maybe—she doesn’t know how to come and can’t quite get there. Maybe this is new to her and she’s trying to experience another orgasm like the one I gave her.

Fuck, my cock likes the thought I gave her the first orgasm she’s known. That I’m responsible for all the orgasms she’ll ever know. My dick’s swelling and my hand’s no longer in control, moving in response to what my cock needs.

Her breathing falters and her lips part as a slight flush spreads between her breasts. She’s about to come, and my precious pet needs to give in and the pleasure will sweep over her. The blush deepens and her moans become cries as she fights, struggling to relax enough to start contracting.

I suck my stomach in and my cock jerks erratically, and I spray my desk with come.

Fuck, I needed the release and I listen as Ivy’s cries turn into screams and she fucking yells my name. I watch my innocent, precious girl come with my name on her lips and I’m completely content.

She lazes in the bath, enjoying the same post-orgasm bliss washing over me. Ivy stares at her hand and she’s confused, probably wondering why the hell she masturbated thinking of me. She’s almost there, almost ready, already cracking under pressure—and I’ll shatter her to pieces soon.

9

A MASTERSTROKE OF MANIPULATION

IVY

Henry sits next to me and I move away. He growls and I ignore the twat, sulking on the armchair. He can’t join me here and I want to be alone—or rather, I don’t want him near me.

I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been here but it’s close to a week. I’m bored and running out of ways to amuse myself. I’ve daydreamed myself into several nightmares and I’m fed up with taking baths. I’m fraying at the edges, and Henry can sense it.

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