Page 15 of Irresistible Little Ivy

She stared at me as my fingers went an inch higher, now playing with her inner thigh as she obediently spread her legs.

Beautiful.

“Yes, Caleb?” she asked as she trembled beneath my hand.

“If I was to be your first kiss, I’d ruin you. I’d own that pretty, shiny mouth. I’d fill it with my tongue first, and then my cock. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself with a kiss, so it’s probably a good idea for you to practice first with girls.”

“B-ut… but,” she stammered as my fingertips dipped beneath her short skirt, dangerously high on her thigh now. “My brother would kill you.”

“Maybe, but he’s not here, is he?” Her thighs parted and she scooted forward slightly, pressing her wet panties against the side of my hand. “Oh, Ivy, you’re just begging me to get us both expelled on the first day of school.”

I gave her clit a gentle fifteen-second massage before I pulled my hand away, then smelled my fingers.

She flushed a hot pink as I held her gaze and took another inhale. “I’m going to eat the fuck out of that little pussy of yours, Ivy.”

“Who says I’m going to let you?” she asked in a breathy voice as she rearranged her skirt and glanced around to see if anyone was watching. “You act like I’m yours already.”

I gently slid my hand around the nape of her neck, giving her plenty of time to pull away. When she didn’t, I tightened my grip and leaned forward, brushing my lips over her forehead, then down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. There I placed a soft kiss, enjoying how she reacted to me. Her body leaned into mine, her pulse slamming against my fingers resting against the side of her throat. And when she pressed her thighs together, a soft moan escaped her.

“Eyes on me,” I growled, waiting until she met my gaze. “Don’t make any mistakes, I’ll let you play and have fun, but you are mine, Ivy.”

A spark of mischief flared to life in her gaze as she gently pulled out of my hold and said, “Maybe. Class is about to start. I better get going since I really don’t want to be kicked out of school on the first day.”

“Let me see your schedule.”

She handed it over without complaint, her nipples still rock hard against her thin layered tank tops. People moved in a steady flow around us, while Captain Preppie made his way down the stairs with a kitten on each arm. I couldn’t help but smile at the way he was beaming like he’d won the lottery. Maybe for him, he had. For me, the real prize was handing over her schedule as ordered like a good little girl.

Glancing down, I saw that we only had two classes together, “The Art of the Tease” before lunch and “Erogenous Zones” after. I’d barely see her. Disappointment filled me, but I’d told Mason to sign me up for whatever classes I could get into. I probably could have accessed Ivy’s information to see what she had signed up for, but that felt like cheating. It somehow seemed important that we start on an even playing field. That discovering who she was slowly was a sensual delight in itself.

We started to walk down the stairs together, catching up to the stragglers as Ivy gave a weird laugh.

“What?” I asked her with a grin.

She blushed, but met my eyes as she said, “Walking around with wet panties is not fun.”

A low growl echoed in my words as I said, “You’re just begging me to make you miss your first class.”

She skipped ahead of me, light on her feet and graceful. “No way. I’ve been looking forward to this for months. You’ll just have to wait until our next class together to try and kidnap me.”

With that she ran off, and I put a hustle in my own step. I didn’t want to be late for my first class, all about the latest in sex-toy technology. There was some really cool stuff on the market, and we had a toy inventor giving us a sneak peek at his new line. Maybe I’d find something new that Ivy would like.

CHAPTER 5

Ivy

I had to admit, my heart was beating so hard I swear my chest vibrated with each beat as I meandered into the “Art of the Tease” class. A world-class Dominatrix whom I’d followed online for years was going to teach it, and I was totally excited. Although, if I was being honest with myself, my excitement was more at the thought of seeing Caleb than the class.

Ugh, I promised myself I’d be patient, but I would not be adverse to wearing Caleb’s ring. In record time, the sapphire-eyed man had slipped through some crack in my walls and made himself at home in my mind. All morning I’d been obsessed with thoughts about him. Reliving our risqué play in the gym over and over again until I was a horned-up mess of hormones and need. Not that I didn’t have options for relief. There had been plenty of men and women who’d flirted with me and made their interest known. A couple even fit what I thought I’d been looking for in a partner for the week.

Instead of flirting back, I’d been friendly but polite. Making it clear that while I welcomed friendship, romance would not be in the cards. I wanted to explore this intense attraction between myself and Caleb a little more first. And see if he would actually role play the big brother’s best friend if I asked him to. The idea turned me on.

During the half-hour break, I’d run back to my room and taken a quick shower and changed undies. Now, refreshed with a super cute pair of frilly cream silk panties and matching bra, I tried to keep from speed walking as I approached my next class. I was almost fifteen minutes early but planned on using that time to get my bearings before Caleb arrived. Being around him scrambled my brain, and I really was looking forward to this class. All my other classes had been amazing, but PG rated. This was my first “anything goes” course and I was more than ready for it.

When I entered the almost full classroom I automatically scanned it for Caleb, and found him leaning up against the wall, talking to a pretty Black woman with long gold and green braids. She wore a short purple leather skirt that showed off her beautifully muscled legs. Instead of a matching leather top, she’d favored a sheer black shirt that exposed a purple leather corset beneath. A thick, lilac leather collar encircled her neck, and the ring hung empty. Indicating she was clearly single.

Smiling, Caleb looped his finger through the ring of her collar and gave it a little tug. I couldn’t see what the other woman said, but his grinning response made me feel queasy. They had an obvious rapport, and I wondered if they’d just met or knew each other. The woman reached out and tapped the plain black ring on Caleb’s right hand. The thought of seeing Caleb’s ring on her neck sent an unexpected bolt of jealousy through me. It stung and I didn’t like it one bit.

My anger wanted me to march over there and shove the other woman away from Caleb, but I managed to control my impulses. While role playing a teenager meant I’d given myself a little more leeway with my emotions, it didn’t mean I got to physically assault people. Whatever age I might let myself indulge in didn’t mean I wasn’t still an adult beneath it all. And adults didn’t beat each other up over talking to boys. Especially a boy I really had no claim to other than “liking” him.

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