Page 20 of Irresistible Little Ivy

Somewhere nearby a man began to moan, and the hair along my body prickled at the sound.

Caleb moved to stand between my now widespread thighs and pet the small patch of hair I kept on my mound. “You have a very full and puffy pussy, Ivy. And wet.” His thumb grazed my clit and I jerked. “No, be still. If you move I stop.”

I nearly keened in despair as I tried to not respond as he began to touch me. He started by taking his fingers and simply tracing the shape of my sex, dipping his fingers between my folds, tugging gently at the hood of my clit. I positively ached with need as he continued to play, forcing myself to stay still. When his thumb gave my clit a brief caress, my hips moved seemingly of their own accord.

“Bad girl,” Caleb said before he gave my pussy a stinging slap. “Ahh, look at your cunt clench down. You want something to grab onto, something to fill you up, don’t you, Ivy? Say it. Ask me to fill you.”

That damn thumb of his was on my clit again, and I was lost in a storm of pleasure as I said, “Please, Master, I’m so empty.”

His thumb stilled and I cried out in protest, only to have him press down firmly and nearly send me over the edge. “Why, Ivy, that was lovely. Because you asked so nicely, I’m going to give you what you want.”

I forced my eyes open and my head up a little, anticipating seeing him unzip his pants. Instead he was rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, displaying some serious forearm porn. He must have led an active lifestyle, because the lightly furred skin of his forearms stretched tight over some sculpted muscle.

Taking two of his fingers, he slid them into me and began to stroke the top of my sheath. Right away my body clamped down on him, making Caleb’s nostrils flare as he met my gaze. Electricity zipped through me and I found the sight of him fingering me perhaps the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I throbbed, my nipples so tight they hurt as his fingers continued to rub and explore, studying my reaction. They moved a little deeper and I jerked against the table as he pressed and rubbed something that had me grunting.

Removing his fingers, he smiled down at me before licking them clean. “Just like I thought, delicious. Are you ready to cum, Ivy?”

Sweating by now, I nodded and pulled uselessly at my arms. “Please, Master.”

He paused to rub his crotch, his thick and healthy erection clearly visible against the fabric. “Love it when you’re sweet like this. Okay, you know how this works and you know to push out when you climax, right?”

I blushed but nodded. “I’ve got it.”

He leaned in closer, nibbling on the sensitive skin on the back of my arm as he said, “I want you to let go completely, Ivy. The more you follow what your body naturally wants to do, the better it will be for you. Don’t expect to flood the room. If I get a trickle I’ll be happy. The only thing I want you to do is feel. I’ll take care of you. Let me do that, trust me, and I will make you feel so good.”

The devil couldn’t have been more tempting than this man.

He could get me to do probably anything he wanted.

“Okay,” I said in a rough voice, “I trust you, for this.”

His pleased smile was accentuated by his fingers slipping back into me. Holding my gaze he began to rub and thrust, fast and hard enough that the bench shook beneath me with each move of his hand. I’d never been finger fucked this hard before, and at first I didn’t know how to respond. Then he switched his position slightly and I cried out.

Pleasure, super intense and all consuming, overtook me. My eyes snapped shut and I swear stars burst around me as he slapped my clit rapidly while pulling his hand away. I bore down and nearly passed out as my body bucked and arched, warmth streaming down over my buttocks. I moaned and shivered, nearly coming off the bench when his fingers returned, playing that part deep inside of me. This time I was an active participant, raising my hips as much as I could, tilting my body to make it feel even better. A steady litany of noises and words fell from me as I encouraged Caleb to keep going.

To never stop.

One orgasm rolled into another, broken here and there by Caleb’s all-consuming kisses and whispered demands. He told me all these filthy things he was going to do to me, how watching me come like this was driving him crazy. How badly he wanted to fuck me but how he wouldn’t do it for the first time in front of strangers. He slapped my breasts, pinched my clit, and bit my nipples so hard they hurt. And I loved every minute of it.

“More,” I whispered, panting and struggling to breathe.

Caleb gave weak laugh, his head resting on my chest as his hand idly stroked my quivering pussy. “Easy there, tiger. I realize this is a new sensation for you, but if we keep going you might have a sub crash and I don’t want that for you. There are classes today that you wanted to attend, and I won’t be the reason that you can’t. So relax, my girl. You were so fucking beautiful. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Everything about you, every inch of your body, fascinates me. And the way you climax, how good it must feel, knowing I gave that to you? Watching you submit and beg so sweetly? Well, that’s like a drug to Doms.”

I startled as someone placed a blanket over me. Looking up, I found Dr. Joi untying me. She wore a pleased smile, and her hands were gentle as she rubbed my wrists before releasing me.

“Caleb, Ivy,” she said in a low voice as Caleb tucked the heavenly soft blanket around me, “that was lovely. Thank you so much for sharing this moment with the class. I’m sure you’ve convinced more than one person out there to give g-spot orgasms a try. I know I’ll be requesting a few from Dr. Ramsfield tonight.”

With that she walked away and I giggled weakly, feeling drunk. “Oh boy,” I breathed against Caleb’s sweatshirt as I closed my eyes. “Wake me up in like two days.”

Giving my back a brisk rub, Caleb stood, forcing me to sit on my own. He grasped my shoulders and studied my no doubt grumpy face. “You are so damn adorable when you pout. We get a three-hour break for lunch, so you have time to revive. Eat something, then take a two-hour power nap. I’ll see you afterward and I expect you nicely rested.”

I sucked in a deep breath then said, “You’re not my Dom. You can’t tell me what to do.”

He merely laughed, then kissed my forehead. “You keep telling yourself that. I’ve got a few things that need my attention. I’ll see you in Domme Susan’s class. Cherry,” he nodded to a smiling blonde woman wearing a polo shirt with the Ranch’s logo on it, “will help you get back to your room in one piece.”

The woman held up a fluffy white robe with a kind smile. “Here you go. And I already have a bath running for you in your room. You like the scent of peach and jasmine, right? And you’re a fan of vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce?”

I blinked, then nodded at her smiling face. “Um, yes.”

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