Page 31 of Irresistible Little Ivy

“What?” I glared at her. “I want that pussy on my dick, now.”

She laved the head of my cock with her tongue, her eyes holding mine the whole time. “No. Then I’d fail the class, and I can’t have that. I have to tease you, not please you. And my pussy is so good you’d come right away. Don’t worry. There’s only five minutes left. I’m sure you won’t be begging by the end of it. Right?”

I locked my jaw and clenched my teeth as she proceeded to show me that she could not only deep throat but hold her breath for a very long time. When Mistress Susan announced the three minute mark I was shaking, and when she called out two, I let out a steady stream of moans and swearing. My balls were drawn up so tight they ached, yet my dick was in heaven as she worshiped me.

Without warning she released me and climbed on my lap, fastening her hot and wet mouth to mine. I paid no attention to the faint taste of my precum on her tongue, instead losing myself in kissing her. We were both sweaty by this point, and her body slid against mine as she straddled me, her slit pressing against my cock. Even through her panties I could feel how soaked she was, and I gave her as much of a rock with my hips as I could.

She moved so the head of my cock pressed against the section of her panties guarding her hole from my penetration.

Pressing her hands on my chest, she leaned back and whispered, “Beg me.”

The countdown had almost reached its end, thank God, because another minute of being almost inside of her would have me promising my soul to the devil for a taste of her. Her hair flared around her in waves as she pressed her hips down, those damn panties stretching around the overly sensitive skin of my dick.

As the countdown finally ended, I smiled as Ivy fell forward, clearly exhausted.

She placed a series of lazy kisses along my neck, then let out a deep sigh before whispering, “I’ll see you at Josh’s party tonight, okay?”

“If you think I’m letting you leave this room without my dick inside of you, you’ve lost your mind,” I told her with complete sincerity.

She placed her fingertips on my lips and leaned up so I could see her expression. “Caleb, please. I need a few hours to myself. Today has been intense and I need some rest, okay?”

My whole body ached with the need to fuck, but I ignored the pounding in my groin. Or at least I tried to. With her hot, wet pussy pressed so close to me I had to clench my hands into fists to keep from ripping free from my restraints. The bell rang, and with a sigh Ivy rose, then took off her heels with a wry smile. She slipped back into her dress, with the help of Mistress Susan. When she finished dressing, she finally looked at me again. Tyler had placed a blanket over my lower half but had whispered that his Mistress wanted me restrained until Ivy left the room. He said it was for my own good but I doubted it.

Blowing me a kiss, Ivy said, “I’ll see you at the party. Remember, Josh doesn’t want a bunch of people there. His parents are out of town, and we’ll be down in the basement and there is only so much room. I promised Jennifer I’d come with her and I really want to go. So can you please meet me there?”

I, of course, nodded at once, “I’ll be there. Might run a little late because I have a previous engagement I can’t miss, but I’ll be there.”

Her little wave goodbye was adorable, and I went to return it, then sighed when the restraint held.

I followed Ivy’s slender figure out the door, waiting for Tyler to remove the restraints for me. He and Mistress Susan appeared to be having a serious conversation with a weeping man, so I started to work the safety pull when a woman’s hand covered mine. I followed the hand, covered in lace gloves, up to a white leather bustier and then into a beautiful and familiar face. Arched dark brows, pouty lips, and big brown eyes, she had a rounded figure that made a man think of grabbing her tight and holding on.

“Hey, Mia,” I said to a woman I’d made out with a few months ago in Rawhide’s bar inside the Dungeon.

Back then she’d been here for a leather conference and had a thing for white leather. Now I guess she was here for the 80s party and once again wore white leather. This time she resembled a heavy metal groupie with her dark hair teased into a silky halo around her face. Silver bangles jingled on her wrists as she began to undo one of the restraints.

“Poor Master Caleb, let me get you free and I’ll take care of you.” She released one of my hands and bent down to my foot. “You can come wherever you want inside or on me.”

“Thank you, Mia,” I replied as kindly as I could then lowered my voice as a few people lingered here and there, “but no thank you. I’m spoken for.”

“But you’re still wearing your ring,” she glanced at my right hand. “That means you’re available.”

“I know, and I’m realizing how much of a problem that is. While I thank you for your offer, I must decline,” I told her as she removed my other restrained hand.

As soon as both of my hands were free I reached beneath the blanket, forcing my engorged dick back into my pants. It was an unpleasant experience to say the least, but I managed to have myself covered by the time I was completely free. Tyler joined us, shooing off Mia and handing me the rest of my clothes.

As I dressed, Mistress Susan joined us and gave me an actual hug. Then, to make things even more surreal, she complimented me on the way I’d handled things. In her books, I was worthy of the title Master.

Whoopee.

I didn’t say that aloud, but by the time I got out of the classroom, I only had three hours before the party started. That gave me enough time to jerk off in the shower and get a few hours of rest. And fuck if I didn’t need it. Ivy had worn me out today, first with getting her off, then with teasing me until I nearly broke. The memory of her grinding her clit against my cock through her panties would forever be seared perfectly into my memory.

When I exited the room, I was surprised to find a group of around seven guys lingering in the hallway. A few I recognized from the class, but I didn’t really know any of them by name. They all turned as one as I came out of the classroom, making me pause.

“Can I help you?” I asked as I glanced around the still busy hallway.

An older man wearing a varsity football jacket came over and held out his hand. “Name’s Charlie, my wife and sub Jennifer is friends with Ivy. My friends and I were impressed with the way you held out back there. And even more so when you let her go. She’s with Jennifer right now, getting pampered at the spa. We thought that while the girls are busy, we’d give you some advice about what’s going to happen tonight at Josh’s party. We’re on the Spirit Week committee and we work with the Ranch to help brainstorm ideas for the event.”

Another man, this one in his early thirties wearing a beat up baseball cap and an Aerosmith t-shirt joined us. “I came up with a few ideas for tonight, like spin the bottle.”

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