Page 60 of A Debt of Darkness

My head dips and she hitches a breath. I kiss her clit and she tastes better than I remember. I moan and she sighs little sounds of pleasure, relaxing. My tongue works hard and I’m determined to make this good. For her. Her hips move and she pulls away, and my mouth chases her, refusing to let her give in so easily.

She whimpers a plea for more and I hold her still as my tongue presses harder and I suck her clit into my mouth. She fucking screams and her back arches as I drive her closer to orgasm. I won’t make her wait, not this time. I want her to have this. I want her to learn what I can give her, want her to want more.

My finger slides inside her and her pussy clenches around it. She’s perfect and my dick throbs. It’s in agony and desperate to know how good she feels. But it’s going to wait until she’s ready and that’s another new thing I’ve never offered a pet before.

I curl my finger forward and she trembles, and I slide a second finger in. She’s breathing hard and fast, and her heart’s racing fast enough to make her delirious. She’s about to come and when I suck her clit into my mouth again, she explodes. For me.

It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

Her flush makes her eyes stand out, even though they’re dazed and drunk with lust. I crawl up her body, placing featherlight kisses that tickle her and make her run her hands through my hair.

“You’re perfect, lea. So damn beautiful.”

She laughs and I love it.

I roll off her and undo my shirt, slipping it off before I pull the rest of my clothes off. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls as she stares at my hard cock again.

She’s still intimidated.

It’s still exhilarating.

My hand wraps around my dick and it’s a relief. I’ve needed this and she’s watching every fucking movement of my fingers as I stroke myself. Damn, she’s noting what I do so she can do it herself and I pump harder, enjoying the pleasure coursing through me.

“Please can I…”

Fucking hell.

I almost come and I stare down at her in wonder, nodding frantically, not giving a shit if I make an idiot out of myself. Ivy nudges closer and her fingers wrap around mine. She’s unsure and she’s never touched cock before, and fuck, I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind knowing mine’s the only dick she’ll ever fucking feel.

I groan and hold back, trying to give her time as she settles and gains confidence. Her hand tightens and mine loosens as she takes over and I close my eyes, sinking my head back in pleasure.

Her tongue licks my tip and I groan, as excitement washes over me and I’m caught off-guard. Pleasantly so. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Ivy hesitates before leaping, and now she’s exploring my cock with her mouth.

“I’m going to come soon.”

She hums around me and my dick jerks. I tighten my grip around myself and her fingers, and move faster, chasing the high I’ve been fucking dying for. I don’t want to thrust too deep. I don’t want her to gag. Not this time. Not her first time.My cock jerks erratically and I come hard, letting relief and pleasure sweep over me as my stomach tightens and my balls empty.

I thrust lazily into her mouth and Ivy splutters, trying to figure out what the hell she’s meant to do with my come. It’s everywhere, dripping from her mouth with her saliva and coating her fingers and face.

“Swallow, lea.”

She obeys and groans, enjoying the taste and feel of my come sliding down her throat.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

I pull her against me and lavish her with praise and attention, even though the warmth spreading over me wants me to succumb. I don’t need sleep but I’ll give in after climax, but not now. Not when Ivy needs me. I’m careful, generous, and I make damn sure she gets all the aftercare she needs and more. As she curls up against me and sleeps, I realize it’s another thing that’s new—and she’s changing me as much as I’m changing her.

18

WHAT YOU ASK FOR

IVY

It’s been a week. A week of being kept in a different room. A different cell. It’s not the same, but it’s grating. I know it. Henry knows it.

I'm not sure I had a choice in this. I don't know how that makes me feel. I married the man and he was always going to make this marriage work. In the way he wanted. It still seems strange. Unusual. Not unnatural. Not wrong. Just not quite perfect.

Henry feeds me every meal, no matter what it is. We've moved on to messier foods. Sometimes he uses a fork. Sometimes he doesn't. It's part of the game’s excitement and I'm finding it as enjoyable as he is.

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