“When you agree to be mine,” I say as her palm settles on my shoulder, “nobody else gets any part of me. You are the only one in my world.” Her hand explores my chest tentatively, before my fingers wrap around her wrist, bringing it to my lips. “Babygirl, I want you to give me your official answer."
Ivy is silent for a few minutes, her pulse racing against my lips. I can see her eyes darting side to side as she considers everything we’ve discussed. “I… I want to be yours, Mr. Slater,” she says on an exhale.
“Ivy, you either call me Darius or Daddy,” I demand. “Now,” I growl, palming her ass and putting her back on the desk, “I’m going to finish eating this delicious treat you brought me,” I inform her darkly, pulling her hips to the edge of the desk, ready to bury my face between her thighs.
“Oh, umm—okay,” she whispers, her ice blue eyes piercing mine expectantly. “Darius,” she gasps. I sink into her pussy, desperate for her flavor to explode on my tongue. Licking through her folds, I find her clit hard and needy, her thighs quivering when my tongue brushes against it repeatedly.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as my tongue touches her clit, causing her to gasp with a jolt as I alternate between flat licks and pointed teasing. She’s chanting under her breath, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to tempt me to apply enough pressure to hasten her release. “Uh uh, babygirl,” I chide, changing my position to allow a flat swipe of my tongue over and through her wet folds. “Fuck, this little cunt tastes so good. So delicious and ripe for me. I’m going to need to eat it every day,” I groan, diving deeper, licking up as much of her essence as possible.
Her thighs move automatically to cradle my head, making me laugh, the vibration shooting through her core, making herwrithe, her thighs dropping back to the desk. Returning my tongue to her clit, running gentle figure eight motions, I bring one finger to her entrance, gently exploring her opening, moving a little more inside of her with each lick of her clit. Her breath hitches but returns to an erotic pant quickly. I work one finger into her tight channel, curling it to find her g-spot, eager for her release, but determined to follow through on my promise.
“Darius,” she moans, hips rocking, encouraging my finger to move inside her, “I need more.” Willing to give her anything she desires, I bring another finger to her entrance, slowly adding it, stretching her for when I finally fuck her. “Dar-Daddy!” she cries, coming on my fingers, her pussy pulsing around them as my tongue flicks her clit quickly. I remove my fingers, lapping at her entrance in long strokes, collecting her nectar, committing her flavor to memory.
Ivy
I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm. My whole body feels drained and relaxed, unable to move on its own. Darius licked me clean, moaning appreciatively, before bringing a towel from his bathroom and wiping me carefully. Returning, he reaches for me, helping me sit up, and pulling me with him, carrying me over to a leather couch I hadn’t noticed earlier.
Sitting down, Darius cuddles me on his lap, demonstrating a gentleness I didn’t expect from what I’ve learned is a dominant man. He brushes my hair over my shoulder, his lips trailing over my fevered skin. Sensing my hesitation, he moves his mouth to my ear. “What’s wrong, babygirl?” I shiver, unable to contain his affect on me.
“I was just wondering…” I start, feeling self-conscious. “Why did you stop?”
“Ah, you thought I’d fuck you.” He tsks, his head moving gently from side to side, his beard tickling me, making me chuckle. “No, you’re too precious, babygirl. Your first time will not be rushed on a hard desk in a building full of people who might hear your pleasure. Your first time will be surrounded by luxury, where I have ample space and time to worship you as you deserve.”
I lean forward, bringing my lips to his, unwilling to go without his touch any longer than necessary. His tongue flicks against my bottom lip, tempting me to open for him. He explores my mouth fully, his hands massaging my body, invading my senses.
Bringing his head up, Darius looks at me, a smile on his full lips. He leans forward silently, grabbing something off of the coffee table in front of the couch, setting it gently on my lap. I look down, gasping at the silver wrapping paper and blue bow wrapped around a long, narrow box.
“Happy Birthday, babygirl,” he says, his charming megawatt smile blinding me into stupidity.Breathe, Ivy. Breathe.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say breathlessly, carefully tearing the beautiful paper. When I set the paper beside Darius on the couch, he takes the box from me, his arms wrapping around me to open it in front of me. “Darius!” I exclaim as the top opens to reveal a stunning necklace. “I- I can’t accept this! It’s too much,” I argue, trying to get off of his lap.
Darius lets me stand and I move to the other side of his office, my fingernail finding its way to my mouth in my nervousness. I feel him at my back a moment later, his arm around my waist, his chest at my back. “Yes, you can. Take Daddy’s gifts, babygirl. Daddy loves spoiling you, it’s part of being mine. This choker was made specifically for you. Once closed, it will lock. I hold the only key.”
I turn to look at him, my hands toying with the fine hair at the nape of his neck. “I-I do. I want to be yours.” His smile transforms his stern face, making him look younger. His hands bring the choker around my neck, clicking the lock into place, the cold metal warming quickly against my flushed skin. His mouth descends on mine quickly, his kiss deep and desperate. A knock on his door startles us apart, ripping a growl from his throat.
“Stay here,” he commands, moving me to the couch, where I’ll be out of sight when the door is opened. Striding angrily to the door, he opens it only far enough to growl at his assistant. “I said I wasn’t to be disturbed, Patti. This,” he punctuates gruffly, “is most assuredly, a disturbance.” I can hear her muttering an apology. “Well, you’ve already disturbed me. What do you need?” he asks, his tone offering no leniency. She mumbles something I can’t hear before the door is slammed in her face and Darius storms back to the couch, cursing under his breath.
“I’m sorry, babygirl,” he sighs, pulling me into a firm hug. “I have to go put out a fire. I need to see you tonight. I will pick you up at seven. Not a moment later. Pack what you’ll need overnight.” I nod, moving to pull my dress on quickly, forgetting about my panties that I’d kicked off earlier.
“Thank you, Mr. Slater,” I say as I walk out of his office, to the elevator. I make my way to the parking garage, driving home with a smile on my face, dancing along with the music in my seat. When I arrive home, I get ready to jump in the shower, stripping once again. When my fingers brush the choker, I realize that I never asked what I was supposed to do when I got in the water. Grabbing my phone, my heart sinks when I remember that Darius and I never exchanged numbers.
Dad comes home and we eat a quick dinner together before he moves to his chair in the living room.Happy birthday, me. “Dad, I’m going out with a… friend tonight,” I prevaricate. “I may end up crashing with them if it gets too late,” I call, hoping he can’t hear me over the television. I receive a grunt in response, so I take that as agreement that I can do whatever I want.
Rushing down the stairs a few minutes before seven, I kiss Pudge between the ears, promising that I’ll be back soon. My neighbor is going to pop in to take care of her, as she usually does when I’m busy, so I know she won’t be on her own toolong. Closing the front door behind me, I see a sleek black SUV pulling up in my driveway. Darius emerges, taking my bag and greeting me with a quick kiss. He takes my arm, leading me to the passenger door, opening it and helping me settle in before stowing my bag in the back and getting in the driver’s seat.
“You look good enough to eat, babygirl,” he says, a devious grin lighting his face. He drives with one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on my thigh, slowly moving closer to my pussy. His thumb rubs gentle circles on my clit through my silk panties. He smirks when I gasp, moving my hips toward his hand, silently begging him for more pressure. “Soon,” is all he says in response, keeping his touch light.
He stops at the entrance to a parking garage, entering a code, the gate rising slowly before Darius drives in, pulling into a space marked “penthouse.” I look at him, raising an eyebrow in question. The penthouse? Of course he lives in the penthouse. He comes around and helps me out of the vehicle, carrying my bag over one shoulder, holding my hand with his free one.
“Let’s go home, babygirl,” he says, pulling me into him as we ride the elevator up. When the door opens, I’m shocked. The penthouse is a brilliant mix of rustic and modern. Scuffed barnwood floors and comfortable leather furniture blend with a shimmery crystal chandelier and metal and glass coffee and end tables. The kitchen is a chef’s dream, completely modern, but a sturdy wooden island with leather stools keeps it humble with rustic charm.
I don’t even notice Darius behind me until his lips tease my shoulder. “I hope your silence means you like it here,” he mutters, nibbling lightly. “There’s one room in particular that I’d like to show you,” he says, turning me toward him. “Are you ready to belong to me fully, Ivy?” I nod, looking into his eyes. “I need to hear the words, babygirl.”
“Yes, Darius. I’m ready to be yours. Please, take me to bed.” he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me up a floating metal staircase. Walking down a wide hallway, he points out rooms as we pass them.
"That's a guest room. That's my home office, you know, boring stuff," he grins. "This is currently another guest room, but soon it will be the nursery." He sounds confident when he says this, looking down at me hungrily.
"D-did you say n-nursery?" I stammer, sure that I misheard him. Surely he doesn't want… with me… so soon? He doesn't answer, just grins and continues with the tour.
