Page 24 of Recovering Ivy (Red Team #4)

I wasn’t sure if the thought turned her on or made her want to run; she wasn’t giving anything away.

But she would soon find my non-verbal answer to her question as the image of Ivy kneeling at my feet waiting to please me had my cock thickening under her.

I’d kept a big part of myself in check with most women.

I had allowed Ivy to see a small part of who I really was, but I still held back.

I knew the type of relationship I wanted.

I didn’t need a total power exchange, but I did need a certain level of control.

It was time for honesty. I sucked in a breath before I let it out and tightened my grip on her ass. Holding her still, I pushed my hard-on against her jean-covered pussy.

“The mere thought of you kneeling in front of me makes my cock throb.” She tried to move her hips, but I halted her movements.

“But I will not demand your submission. I will not ask more of you than you are willing to give. When you’re ready to offer yourself to me, we’ll discuss it.

As for rules, the only thing I will never negotiate with is your safety. ”

“But that’s what you want? For me to submit to you? Don’t you think I’m too stubborn?” Her eyes lowered, and she looked remorseful.

“Baby, when have you ever fought my control when we are in bed?” Her cheeks pinkened and she once again diverted her eyes. “The bedroom seems to be the only place you don’t fight me. You give over your pleasure and trust me to take care of you. That’s all I need.”

“What about all the other stuff?” she asked.

“What other stuff?”

“You know, tying me up, paddles, the whips?” Her blush deepened, and my cock jerked.

“Does the thought of me tying you up excite you?” She nodded.

“Then I’ll tie you up and fuck you. Do you want me to paddle your ass?

” She started to shake her head before she stopped and pursed her lips.

“Stand up.” She startled at my command but did what I asked.

“Take off your jeans and panties and sit back down.” She contemplated my request before she complied and undressed, then situated herself astride me.

“Do you want me to paddle you?” I repeated .

“I don’t know,” she whispered and squirmed on my lap. “I’ve never been paddled.”

The growl that escaped sounded feral. I didn’t want to think about another man touching her, in any way.

“Good. Then when I bring you off with nothing but the swat of my paddle, I’ll be your first.” Her hips jolted, and I let her rub her bare pussy over the material of my pants.

“Unbuckle my pants and pull my cock out.”

Her eyes flared, and she scooted back far enough to pull me free.

“Are you wet?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Show me.” I loved how confused she was by my request. How the woman had maintained some of her innocence was beyond me. “Slowly push a finger in your pussy and show me how wet you are.”

She hesitated.

“Look at me.” I waited until her eyes hit mine.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You are so fucking sexy perched on my lap. Now, slowly push your finger into your pussy.” With a shaky hand she reached between her legs and did as I asked a moment later to show me her wet finger.

“Let me taste you.” I didn’t wait for her to comply; instead, I grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth and sucked her finger.

Her taste exploded on my tongue. “So damn good.” With my free hand I reached for my cock and squeezed the base, fighting the urge to stroke myself.

“There’s going to be a time when I’m going to watch you finger yourself while I jerk off for you. But right now, I want you to ride me.”

Ivy lifted, giving me room to line my cock at her opening before she slowly sank down. “Goddamn, you feel so good. I love feeling you coat my bare cock. Nothing between us. ”

She let out a moan when she was fully seated.

I pulled her tee over her head and tossed it aside before I pulled her bra straps down her arms, releasing her tits but not bothering to fully remove the garment.

I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

Satisfied I’d tortured it enough, I moved to the other side.

“Zane,” Ivy moaned.

“Yeah, baby?” My mouth let go of her nipple to answer.

“I need to move.”

“Rock your hips back and forth,” I told her.

Without pulling up on my cock she rocked, grinding her clit as she moved.

“Oh, God.”

“Can you come from just this?”

“It’s gonna be fast,” she panted and moved faster.

My mouth went back to work, alternating between her nipples, and my hands went to her hips, helping her keep the pace she’d set.

“I’m there, baby,” she told me.

Fuck, but I loved hearing her call me baby. Her. Only her.

“Come for me, Ivy. Come all over my cock.”

She threw her head back and screamed her orgasm. Her movements stopped but tiny spasms were still threatening to unman me. I counted by threes in my head, trying to beat back my urge to follow her.

I had plans for her and me shooting off on the couch in under five minutes wasn’t on the agenda.