Page 30 of Irresistible Little Ivy

Her panty covered sex settled over the underwear and she placed her hands on my shoulders, settling herself. With her calves curved over my thighs and her legs spread over my hips, she appeared both delicate and crazy hot. The dim lighting made her hair glow while obscuring her features, highlighting the image of her body rather than the detail.

I reminded myself to thank Tyler later. While I enjoyed fulfilling her obvious love of having sexual encounters in public, I didn’t want to share her body with strangers. Not when I’d barely had a chance to explore it myself. And what a tight, flexible little body it was. I looked down, trying to see the pouty lips of her sex through her lacy panties, but it was obscured as she rubbed her clit against my cock.

Damn, she was not holding back.

I watched her face, noting how her nipples had beaded into rock hard circles beneath her bra, how her fingers were curling into the muscles on the back of my neck. Her jaw went tense, and her hips rocked against me in a rapid motion.

“Does that feel good?” I said in a low voice meant for her ears only. “It must because you are soaking my underwear. After you come, you’ll take me out and suck me clean. Understood.”

“You”—she shuddered, so on edge I could feel it in the way her body moved oh so sensually against mine—“you aren’t in charge.”

“Come on, Ivy,” I cajoled. “I’m offering you an orgasm. Is that a horrible thing?”

“I…” She tried to focus on me, but her lovely eyes were showing the signs of slipping away from the real world and into subspace.

“Just say yes, Master,” I urged her. “Do what I tell you and I promise you’ll come so hard.”

She slowed down for a moment, then that mischievous smile of hers that I loved so much began to appear. I knew by now it meant she was going to misbehave, but so far I’d enjoyed it when she did. And I’d meant it when I’d told her I would keep a mental tally of her transgressions and there would be consequences. Nothing too terrible as we hadn’t outlined rules or even really negotiated, but I did plan on letting her know that even if I found her irresistible, I was still her Master.

“I don’t need to call you Master to come hard,” she said with a saucy smile that begged for a spanking. “You’re tied up and at my mercy.”

Little did she know the restraints were breakaway, most classroom restraints were for safety reasons, but I let her cling to her illusion of control.

“Ivy,” I lifted my chin, motioning her closer. “Kiss me.”

She started toward me, then stopped and said, “I’m only kissing you because I want to. So I can tease you.”

“Of course,” I leaned up as much as I could so I could capture her lower lip in a quick, nipping bite. “Whatever you say.”

She smiled as she rubbed her cheek against mine in a surprisingly affectionate gesture. “You feel so good, Caleb. Why does touching you feel so different? I mean, it almost seems like I’ve had a couple shots whenever I’m in your presence. I get all distracted and the only thing I’m able to focus on is you.”

Her words warmed my heart and I rewarded her with a nuzzle in return, my lips brushing along her temple as I said, “You belong to me, simple as that. Your body knows it, even if your brain is still catching up on the fact.”

She stiffened a little against me and I pulled back a bit, realizing I was rushing things.

“You’ve always been mine, Ivy. Why do you think I chased all those limp dick losers away from you? Every inch of you belongs to me, just like every inch of me belongs to you.” I placed a kiss on the shell of her ear while whispering, “While you can make out with other pretty little female submissives, your orgasms belong to me. You only have them when and where I allow them. If I want you to come on a girl’s face, you will. But otherwise every time you come I want it to be with me.”

She ground against me and had an orgasm right there on the spot.

Oh yeah, we were compatible.

With her face buried in my neck, and her hands roaming over my torso, she ground her way through a rather nice climax, her moans soft and warm instead of the broken and screaming orgasms I’d given her.

They were probably mildly satisfying, but now that she knew what I could do for her, I was hoping she’d give me a chance to take charge.

I’d fucking love to get her little bubble butt strapped into this chair.

“Give me your mouth,” I urged. “And ride me. I don’t care how sensitive you are.”

She surprised me by reaching between us and arranging my cock so it pointed straight to my belly button. The head and a good three inches poked out of the top of the white boxer briefs I wore, and rested against my tensed abs. Even in the dim lighting I could see the way the tip glistened and Ivy must have seen it as well. She began to move off of my lap, and before I could protest, once again knelt between my legs.

Except this time she grabbed my dick and plunged her mouth down over the head.

I made some kind of choked growl that had been jerked from deep in my chest as her skilled mouth closed over my tip and sucked. My toes curled when she pumped my shaft, one hand holding her hair pulled back and allowing me a stellar view. My underwear was still mostly on, but I could have cared less. I could feel her hunger as she worked me with her mouth and it made me want to fuck her through the nearest wall.

“Get up here,” I ordered, “slide those panties over and ride me.”

She released my dick from her mouth with a pop, and I bit back a moan of disappointment at the loss of suction. “Nope.”

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