Page 39 of Irresistible Little Ivy

But she was mine for the next three weeks, and the thought made me nearly giddy.

“Ivy,” I said as she tried to open a locked cabinet door, “I made this room for you, so you can have your own space. Anytime you want to be alone, come in here. If the door is closed, I’ll know you need some private time. I wanted you to have someplace you could relax and recharge. I thought you’d enjoy this. And if you want to invite me inside, I have some fantasies that I’d like to throw by you.”

She stopped jerking at the locked doors and smiled at me, slowing standing and walking in my direction. “What kind of fantasies?”

“Are you inviting me in?”

“Yep,” she said with a grin. “Now tell me what you want.”

I carefully traced my fingers over her face, knowing she loved the sensation. “I want to seduce you. I want to corrupt my friend’s sweet little sister. To break down her resistance. To make her want it so much she can’t say no. Would you play that game with me, Ivy? Sit on the couch and watch a movie. Fend off my wandering hands until you finally give in. And when you do it is so good. You don’t want to like it but you can’t say no.”

She gave a little wiggle. “That’s hot. Yeah. Go make some popcorn. I’m going to get into character. I saw a movie that will fit the mood.” Giving my shoulders a push she said, “Go, go, if I don’t feel you inside of me soon, I’ll die.”

“Can’t have that,” I laughed and did as she bid, returning about ten minutes later with a bowl of popcorn.

The door was closed, so I did a quick little knock then opened it. Ivy quicky pulled a blanket that had been draped on one corner of a couch, over her lap. She’d turned off the overhead lights, leaving only the table lamps, but it was enough to allow me to see her bright blush. On the screen, the classicNine and a Half Weeksplayed one of the sex scenes.

“It isn’t what you think!” Ivy said as I looked down, noticing her jeans and shoes on the floor. “My pants were wet from the snow and I was frozen. I wanted to warm up with this heated blanket. I-I didn’t know what was on TV. And what are you doing here? My brother isn’t even home and it’s a snow day.”

“Your brother asked me to come keep an eye on you,” I said as I ate some popcorn. “Move over, this is the good part. Watch how she responds to him.”

“Put a new movie on,” Ivy grumped as she moved just enough for me to squeeze in on the large couch. “I’m not one of those pervs that enjoy this kind of thing. I just happened to turn on the TV and this was playing. It’s not my fault. I would never pick something so… so dirty. I mean look at what they’re doing to each other! Yuck.”

“That’s because you’ve never done this kind of thing,” I nodded to the screen before I placed my dark sock-clad foot on the table. “If you had, you’d find this a lot more entertaining. Instead you’re like a person who has never eaten cake, watching a show about cakes. You have no idea what you’re missing.”

The chin tilt of her inner brat appeared before she said, “I know plenty. I had a boyfriend over the summer.”

“Right,” I said snidely, “the one you met at camp.”

“We kissed,” she said, making me irrationally jealous.

“Yipeee.” I set my popcorn down on the table, then stole another handful before I said, “Bet he had no idea what to do with his tongue.”

“And, and we made out,” she said with a triumphant smirk, crossing her arms beneath her braless breasts.

I would clamp those before the night was over.

Maybe a little rope.

Nothing too harsh, Ivy wasn’t into heavy stuff, but enough to add a little pinch.

When I didn’t respond, she sat up straighter then flinched back a little as I leaned over to turn on the light next to the couch.

I’d been without her for too long, I needed to see her as night began to fall.

When I drew back and settled into my seat, Ivy was giving me a longing-filled look.

My girl had missed her Master.

Then those pretty eyes of hers narrowed slightly and I braced myself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of her pretty mouth.

Tossing her head back, she said, “He touched my breast.”

“But did he make you come,” I countered, grabbing my popcorn and resuming my eating.

Really into her role playing, my lovely Ivy sputtered. “You-you can’t ask me that.”

“Sure can, just did.” I licked some salt off my fingers. “Did he suck your soft, wet pussy and make you come all over his lips. Soak his chin, make him insane to fuck you?”

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