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Ivy's eyes never leave his as she whispers, "I'm yours." The words leave her lips like a breath of air, and she feels a strange sense of satisfaction as she says them. It's not just the deal she made; it's the raw, primal connection that's formed between them.

Vice's eyes flash with triumph, and he slams back into her, his hips pumping with a brutal rhythm that leaves her gasping for air. She can feel her second orgasm building, the tension in her body tightening like a bowstring being drawn back.

The bed shakes with their passionate fury, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Ivy's eyes roll back in her head, and she cries out, her body shattering again as the pleasure consumes her. Vice's grin widens, his eyes alight with dark satisfaction as he watches her come apart beneath him.

He doesn't let up, his thrusts growing more powerful, more demanding. His hands move to her hips, holding her in place as he drives into her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder.Ivy gasps, the pain mixing with the pleasure, making her pussy tighten around him. She feels the beginnings of another orgasm, one that promises to be more intense than the last.

Vice's breath is hot against her ear as he whispers, “I love how you're cunt squeezes my cock.” Pushing her to the edge. She's lost in a whirlwind of sensation, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel. Her nails dig into his flesh, her nails leaving little half-moons in his skin. It's all she can do to hold on, to not let the pleasure overwhelm her completely.

"You're so fucking tight," he growls, his voice a deep rumble that makes her stomach flip. "You're going to scream for me, aren't you?"

Ivy's eyes fly open, meeting his, and she sees the challenge in them. "Make me," she whispers, her voice a seductive dare.

Vice's smile turns feral, his teeth grazing her earlobe before biting down hard. She yelps, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. He grinds into her, his hips moving in tight, deep circles that hit that spot she didn't even know she had.

"Vice," she screams, arching her back off the bed. Her breasts jiggle with the force of his thrusts, her whole body shaking with the intensity of it all.

"That's it," he whispers in her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Take it all, my little whore." The words are a dark benediction, a declaration of ownership that sends another spike of pleasure through her. His grip tightens on her hips, his thrusts growing more punishing.

"You like that, don't you?" he continues, his voice a sultry purr that had caused her stomach to tighten "You like it when I talk dirty to you."

Ivy can't deny it. Her body responds to his every word, his every touch. "Yes," she moans, the word torn from her throat.

Vice's whispers grow darker, his words painting a picture of debauchery and submission that sets her soul on fire. "You're going to beg me," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. "You're going to scream for me and only me."

Ivy's eyes widen, her pupils dilating with a mix of fear and arousal. She tries to resist, to cling to her dignity, but it slipped away with every stroke of his cock. "I'll never beg," she whispers, her voice trembled.

Vice chuckles, a deep, dark sound that sends a thrill through her. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice a seductive murmur. His hands move up to her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples as he continues to drive into her. "You're going to beg for it," he said, his voice a promise of pleasure and pain.

Ivy's eyes widen, the anticipation building. She can feel her orgasm approaching, the heat pooling in her belly. But just as she's about to tip over the edge, Vice pulls out, leaving her panting and desperate. "No," she whines, her voice needy.

He looms over her, his eyes gleaming with a dark delight. "Beg me," he said again, his voice a seductive threat. "Beg me to let you come."

Ivy clenches her jaw, her nails digging into the bed. She won't give in to his games, not now. She meets his gaze; her eyes filled with defiance. "No," she said firmly.

Vice laughs, the sound sending chills down her spine. He leans down, his teeth grazing her ear. "Then I'll make you," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. He slides his cock along her wetness, teasing her clit with every stroke.

Ivy's body is on fire, her hips moving in a silent plea for more. She tries to keep her voice steady, but it's a losing battle. "Vice," she gasped, her voice a breathy moan.

He chuckles, the sound deep and dark. "You're going to beg," he repeats, his voice a low murmur that sends a thrill through her. He slides back into her, filling her completely, and she can't help but arch into him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body trembling with need. "Vice," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

He chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Say it," he commanded, his hips stilling for a moment.

Ivy clenches her teeth, her body on the brink of ecstasy. She's not about to lose this battle of wills. "Never," she whispered, her voice shaking with restrained desire.

But Vice is relentless. His thumb circles her clit, the pressure building until she's sure she'll shatter at any moment. She felt his cock nudging at her entrance, and she knows he's just waiting for the right moment to take her over the edge. "You will," he said, his voice a dark promise.

Ivy's eyes squeeze shut, her teeth clenched as she fights the rising tide of pleasure. She couldn’t let him win, couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. But his thumb kept moving, his hips pressing against her, and she felt herself slipping. "I can't," she said, her voice strained.

Vice's chuckle is dark and full of amusement. "You can," he whispered, his voice a seductive coax. "You will." His thumb moves faster, the pressure increasing. She felt herself getting wetter, her body betraying her with every slick slide of his fingers.

With a sudden burst of strength, Ivy shoved him off, flipping their positions. She straddled him, her eyes wild with need. "Fine," she said, her voice a snarl. "You want to play games?"

Vice's eyes widen with surprise, but the smug grin never left his face. "Oh, I love games," he said, his voice a dark purr.

Ivy takes his cock in her hand and stroked it. She was in control now, and she relished the feeling. She then sinks down onto him, her pussy enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace. He groans, his eyes closed as he felt her tightness around him.