Page 27 of Irresistible Little Ivy

He gave a little flex of his chest as he caught me ogling, and I merely fanned myself in return. His laughter had me smiling and I continued to take him in. No tattoos, which was odd in this day and age, just lots of smooth skin stretched tight over honed muscle. He had a little body fat, he wasn’t ripped and lean, but it only added to his overall appeal. And he had dark chest hair that I wanted to rub my face against. His nipples were a pale dusky-pink color due to the pale nature of his skin, and I wondered if he had a pink cock as well.

The happy trail leading to his jeans also begged a great deal of exploration.

“Tyler,” Mistress Susan said in a loud voice, shoving me rudely out of my daydreams, “strap Caleb into the chair.”

Wait… what?

Caleb had the same thought, because he held up his hands and said, “Hold on, you’re putting me in the chair?”

“Of course,” Mistress Susan replied with a smile that I could only describe as sharp. “This is a punishment, Caleb. Excuses or not, you cheated. Did you think I was going to put Ivy in the chair? Why in the world would I reward you like that? If this is too much, you’re free to leave and go to the principal’s office at any time. But Ivy will still take her punishment like a good girl. Won’t you.”

Our earlier talk still filled my mind as I said, “Of course.”

“See?” She gave him a triumphant smile as he huffed out a sigh, then gave a rueful shake of his head.

Caleb looked up, and the smile he gave me took my breath.

When he turned to Mistress Susan that smile vanished and he said, “I am yours to punish.”

“Almost,” she moved to my side and put her arm lightly around my shoulders. “Ivy will be doing the punishing, with my help of course.”

“Um,” I whispered, “I don’t like to hurt people.”

“Don’t worry, darling. This will be very educational for you. Think of it as a personal master class in edging. You just get to practice on someone who has probably never been on the receiving end of the edging before. Imagine how good you can make him feel when he finally comes. He’ll shoot the back of your head off if you let him release in your mouth, so I’d suggest your hand. That way you can watch him writhe with pleasure so intense it’s painfully good.”

I watched Tyler strap Caleb into the chair, the deep-gray leather restraints lined with soft black fur. There were similar cuffs on Tyler’s ankles, but the adjustable legs would allow for movement while keeping Caleb restrained. Right now he was seated in a traditional style, with the back of the chair slightly tilted. I once again found myself wanting to lick and bite all that exposed skin, and my pussy clenched when I realized I could.

If I was edging Caleb, I could touch as much of him as I wanted to.

The idea left me feeling oddly heady and I sounded rather breathy as I said, “Let’s do it.”

Caleb blinked in surprise, then gave me a slow smile that sent all kinds of lovely feelings racing through my blood. Warmth settled over me as the lights dimmed slightly, giving a more intimate atmosphere. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the lights of the classroom were almost completely off, leaving me feeling rather alone on the stage.

Well, other than the instructors and Caleb.

My skin prickled as Mistress Susan whispered in my ear, “Go ahead, he’s all yours. Touch him as you wish. I’ll let you play a bit before we start. Who knew all of that muscly goodness lay beneath his suits.”

Who knew indeed?

I walked across the stage, vaguely aware of the class watching me, and approached Caleb slowly.

He was mine.

All mine.

The thought made me smile, and Caleb frowned in return.

“That smile,” he said in a low voice as I drew closer, “is nothing but trouble.”

“Trouble of the best kind,” I agreed as I bopped the tip of his nose with my finger. “How does it feel to have our positions reversed?”

I loved the arrogant twist to his smile as he said, “Savor the flavor, baby. This won’t be happening again anytime soon.”

“That,” I murmured against his lips, “would be a shame because I think you are really going to enjoy this.”

He groaned softly, “Ivy, anything you do to me I’ll enjoy, I have no doubt about that. But this little act of rebellion will have consequences. I promise you.”

Little did he know being put in my place only turned me on.

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