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Story: The Deal

Vice's eyes narrowed, and he tried to push her away, but she held firm, her grip on his throat unyielding. "Beg," she repeated, her breath hot against his skin. He struggled, but the pleasure of her touch was too much, and his body responded in ways he didn't anticipate.

With a snarl, he gave in. "Ivy, please," he rasped, the words leaving his lips with a sense of urgency that surprised them both. "I need to be inside you."

Her smile grew, and she leaned back, positioning herself over his erect cock. "Good boy" she said, looking down at him with a smirk. Slowly, she began to sink down, inch by agonizing inch, her walls stretching to accommodate him. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had them both trembling.

As she took him in fully, she threw her head back, the pleasure of feeling him inside her was overwhelming. She began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual dance that had them both groaning. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement designed to drive them closer to the edge.

Vice's hands moved to her hips, guiding her, urging her faster, harder. His grip was tight, but she didn't mind, she reveled in the feeling of his desire, his need for her. The room was filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, the scent of arousal heavy in the air.

As she rode him, she watched the emotions play across his face, the rage and pain of his past melding with the ecstasy of the present. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, as if he were fighting a battle within himself. But she knew he was losing the war, succumbing to the sweet agony of their union.

Suddenly, his grip went from her hip to her neck, and he pulled her down, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Tell me before you cum," he demanded, his voice a strained whisper. She felt a thrill of power, knowing that she had him at her mercy.

Ivy leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "As you wish." With that, she stopped moving up and down, focusing instead on grinding her pussy into his groin. The friction was exquisite, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She felt his cock pulse inside her, his hips rising to meet hers in a desperate rhythm.

Their eyes remained locked as she began to pick up the pace again, her breath coming in quick gasps. The pressure grew, building deep within her, threatening to shatter her into amillion pieces. She could see the same need reflected in his eyes, the same desperation to reach that pinnacle of pleasure.

"Vice," she screamed, her voice shaking. "I'm... I'm going to cum."

"Then do it." he snarls. Almost on command she felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, her walls pulsing with an intensity that sent a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body. She threw her head back and screamed out his name, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm took hold. Her hips stilled for a moment, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Vice watched her with a mix of awe and possessiveness. He could feel his own release building, his cock pulsing with the need to fill her with his own release. He wrapped his hand around her throat pulling her close to his chest into a rough kiss. He slammed into her, hard and fast. The room was filled with the sound of their cries, their bodies locked together in a desperate, primal dance. A few more hard thrusts and she could feel him filling her with his hot seed.

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When it was over, she tried to climb off him. He held her against his chest firmly. She laid her head on his chest, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, it was as if the roles had reversed, and she was the one in control. But the reality of their situation came crashing back down, and Ivy knew that she couldn't let herself get lost in this man's arms. She had to keep her wits about her.

But as her own eyes drifted closed, the warmth of his chest and the weight of his embrace weren't enough to keep the horrors of her past at bay. Her dreams plunged her into the cold, unforgiving memories of her first childhood home. She was five again, her mother's nails digging into her skin like talons, her voice full of rage, as her face twisted into a snarl. Dragging her through the house and up the stairs towards the attic door.

"I wish you had never been born!" her mother screamed, her face a twisted mask of hatred. "You ruined my life, you little bitch!" The words echoed in her mind, each word a dagger to Ivy's tiny heart. "Please mommy, I love you. Please don't do this. Mommy, please!" She cries. "Shut up!" her mother snarls.

Mommy, please!" she wailed, her voice high and desperate. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, mommy please!"

Throwing Ivy inside, slamming it shut, cutting off the light and her mother's furious voice. The click of the lock sending a horrifying chill down her tiny spine. The attic was a tomb of darkness, filled only with the sound of her own terrified sobs. She reached out, her hands feeling the cold, smooth wood of the door, her small body shaking violently with fear. "Mommy, please!" she wailed, her voice high and desperate. "I'msorry! I won't do it again, mommy please!" She felt the sensation of warm liquid running down her tiny legs pooling into a puddle.

Ivy's eyes remained closed, the nightmare still clinging to her like a damp fog. The cold sweat coated her body. Vice’s strong arms that held her felt like her mother's unforgiving grip, and she struggled against them, her mind still trapped in the hell of her past.

Vice tried to calm her panic, calling her name over and over, his grip tightening as he tried to bring her out of her terror. She thrashed wildly, her nails digging into his chest, desperate to escape the memories that held her captive. In the haze of fear, she couldn't distinguish between the man beneath her and the monster from her childhood.

"Ivy! Ivy, it's me, it's just a nightmare!" he said firmly, his voice strained with urgency. It was only when she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear, the beat of his heart beneath her face, that she began to recognize the reality of the present.

Her sobs grew softer as she clung to him, the tremors slowly subsiding.

Vice held her tightly, his own heart racing from the sudden jolt of her fear. He had seen her in moments of anger, of passion, but never like this—broken and terrified. He stroked her back gently, whispering reassurances into the dark. "It's okay, Ivy.

The horror of her nightmare still etched on her face, she took in deep, shaky breaths. And laid her head back down letting him hold her tight. "I'm sorry." she whispered.

Vice said nothing, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on her back. He had never seen anyone look so scared, not even when he had been in the throes of his own rage. His heart went out to her, and he found himself wanting to take away all her pain, all her fears.

Ivy felt his embrace tighten around her, and she realized that she had never felt so safe, so protected in all her life. Then as she did in his arms in that moment. It was a strange feeling, to find solace in the arms of a monster. But here she was, nestled in the warmth of his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As her breathing evened out, she whispered into the darkness, "Thank you." Vice still didn’t respond just continued to hold her.

They lay there, entwined, their hearts beating a strange duet of comfort. It was a moment of peace, a respite from the storm that raged outside and within them.

Her thoughts drifted to Alice. Would she ever hold her again? The weight of her deal with Vice pressed down on her chest, a suffocating reminder of the price she had agreed to pay.

As dawn approached, she gently extricated herself from his arms. He stirred but didn't wake, the lines of tension on his face smoothing out into a semblance of peace. Ivy took a moment to study what features she could see. She couldn't help but wonder what he dreamt of—did his nightmares mirror her own?