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At least in the bedroom.

In real life anyone who tried to do that was in for a rude awakening.

But here, in the safety of doing this scene with Caleb, I could be me.

And it felt so freeing.

So good.

My smile was genuine as I pulled back and looked down at Caleb, placing my hands on the chair behind his head. “Relax, you’ll have fun. I promiseyou. Now, what’s your safe word?”

He shook his head, a warmth in his gaze reaching deep inside of me and stroking places I didn’t know existed. “Dog breath.” He grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back as he said, “You are so fucking beautiful. Go ahead, Ivy, do as you worst. I’m yours. Just remember, before you get too carried away with the edging, that there will be consequences.”

“I can’t wait.”

CHAPTER 8

Caleb

Out of all the things I thought I’d be experiencing today, being restrained and sensually tortured wasn’t one of them.

Seems like Ivy was bringing all kinds of new experiences into my life.

Sure, I’d messed around with being tied up before, but it just didn’t do it for me.

Or at least, usually it didn’t.

Right now, my dick was rock hard and aching thanks to the gorgeous woman giving me a look that promised all kinds of dirty things. Mistress Susan leaned over Ivy’s shoulder to whisper into her ear for a little bit before Ivy nodded. To my left, Tyler wheeled over the cloth-covered table with a big smile.

While Mistress Susan continued to whisper to Ivy, Tyler lifted the cloth so the women could see beneath it, but I couldn’t.

That I didn’t like. I was used to being in control, to being the one calling the shots and setting the scene. This change of roles unbalanced me a bit and I found myself pulling at my restraints. Of course I knew all I had to do was say the word and they’d be removed at once, but the stubborn part of me wasn’t going to give Mistress Susan the satisfaction. I’d take my punishment, deserved or not, because Ivy was delivering it.

Ivy gave an adorable little clap and jumped a bit, her heels clacking on the stage. Mistress Susan stepped back and Tyler joined her, both of them leaning against the edge of her desk as they watched us.

I was by no means sexually sheltered, but I’d never been the focus of so many people’s attention in a sexual situation like this before. Sure, I’d experienced an orgy and all the fun that came with it, but it was with a select group of friends in a private setting. Here I felt exposed and out of place. The only one restrained and shirtless in a room full of clothed people.

Ivy tilted her head to the side, studying me as she slowly approached, her hips swaying with each step.

The scent of her baby-powder perfume reached me before her breath tickled my neck as she said, “If at any point you feel like this is too much and you want it to stop, just let me know. No safe word needed, okay?”

I turned my head so my lips brushed along her jaw as I replied, “Isn’t that my line?”

She giggled, backing up slightly as she ran her hands over my shoulders and chest with a rather greedy gleam in her eyes. “Not today. Today you get to put your trust in me. I promise I won’t hurt you too bad. And if I do, you’ll like it.”

Her sassy attitude made me itch to spank her, but I loved it. “Bring it on, little girl.” Louder I added, “You may have me tied up and at your mercy, but I’ll never beg. I’ve known you your whole life, Ivy. You don’t have what it takes to make me beg. You’re just an inexperienced little girl.”

Ivy smiled bigger, clearly getting into her role as she said, “I’ll make you beg, you deserve it after cockblocking me. Any guy who tried to talk to me, you chased away. Leaving me sexually frustrated as hell. Well, now you’re the one who is going to know what it feels like to be unsatisfied.”

I stared hard at her, fighting a smile as I really got into my role. “You think I don’t know what frustration feels like? All those times you spent walking around in front of me in your tiny bathing suits, asking me for back rubs and flirting with me. Every time I spent the night you’d find the smallest pajamas you owned and parade around in front of me. All those hugs where I pretended not to notice that you held on a little extra longer than you should. I wanted to give you what you were begging for, a hard fuck, but your brother would have killed me. You were too young, but you’re not anymore, are you? You’re all grown up, aren’t you, Ivy.” I held her gaze, owning her even though I was the one in restraints. “You think you can make me beg? Good luck.”

Just as I intended, that certainly fired her up and I thought I heard subdued laughter from the class.

I swear sparks flamed in her eyes as she leaned forward and caressed my face as she said in a loud and clear voice, “Either you beg, or you don’t come.”

My competitive side, driven by the testosterone raging through me, had me giving her a cold smile as I whispered back, “Consequences.”

“Now,” Mistress Susan said as she lightly ran her fingers through Tyler’s hair as he knelt at her feet, “he is yours to enjoy, Ivy. Any part you wish to touch, to taste, are available to you. Start with his mouth. He seems fascinated with yours.”

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