Page 83 of A Debt of Darkness

I march into the shower and wrap my arms around her, making damn sure she feels my cock digging into her ass. Ivy’s played with fire and she’s going to learn actions have consequences, even if that makes her slightly unsure. It’ll excite her and she’ll feel safer if I lead and the pressure’s off her.

My hands explore her body, enjoying the silky softness of her skin as they glide over her angles and edges. She moans and arches away, and I pull her against me, closing any distance between us. My chest connects with her back and Ivy’s head drops back, exposing her neck.

I suck hard, avoiding biting her. It’s too damn dangerous and when Ivy starts moaning, it almost shatters my control.

She’s on fire and I’m a fucking inferno.

She’s desperate for more and I’m almost breaking apart.

She’s begging me for more and I’m praying I stay in control.

I play with Ivy’s fucking perfect tits, groping and massaging them, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. She cries as a burst of pain shoots through her and the shift in her weight screams it’s gone straight to her clit. My fingers tighten on her hardening nipples and Ivy cries again, as pleasure merges with pain and her arousal soars.

Her hands slide down her front and dip between her legs. It’s a sign of how fucking desperately aroused she is and it’s a line I won’t let her cross. Not now. Not ever.

I grab her hand and yank it away, growling in her ear—and like the fucking perfect submissive she is, Ivy trembles, instantly reacting to her Master’s voice.

Tone is enough. Intent is enough. Words aren’t needed anymore, and the slight touch as my hand wraps around her throat sends her into oblivion. She’s on edge, excited and nervous, and as high as a fucking kite. As high on her desire as I am on mine.

“Bad girl.” My teeth grate on her earlobe and she quivers.

“Please, Henry,” she whines.

I tap her ass and she arches her back, standing on tiptoes as the water cascades down her front.

“Manners, lea.”

“Please, Master.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

My cock’s about to burst and I’m about to shatter.

“On your knees.”

Ivy gasps as she sucks air through her gasp, stuttering as her excitement ripples through her. My hand slides to the back of her neck and takes a firm grasp of her and she stops hesitating, acquiescing to my command. To my need. To my fucking arousal.

She drops to her knees and stares up at me, her emerald green eyes dazzling as they ignore the water pouring on her face and meet my gaze. Ivy’s fucking stunning like this and I’m a fucking selfish asshole who’ll never stop enjoying her kneeling beneath me.

My hand wraps around the base of my cock and it’s unnecessary. Ivy knows what I want and her lips part, anticipating what comes next.

“Open, lea.”

Her bottom lip falls and I slide my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She groans around it and I’m generous enough to hold back, giving her a few moments to adjust. Ivy moves, finding a position that lets her accommodate my dick and the water cascading down her face.

My hand cups her face and she blinks as I tip her head back a little, demanding she meet my gaze. She’s so fucking pretty like this—on her knees, staring up at me, sucking my cock.

I move my hips and she hollows her cheeks.

I move deeper and she relaxes her throat.

I thrust harder and she keeps up with me.

My movements quicken and Ivy lets me have every ounce of control I need and want. My cock slides in and out and my hips connect with her face as my hand holds her in place. I need this, need her, and she’s got to give me the release I crave.

Please.

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