“Can’t wait, Sir.”
CHAPTER THREE – IVY
“Remember,yousaidthat.”
Ivy swallowed. The heat in his eyes lit her nerve endings with anticipation. He guided her past the bar, down the hallway and held his thumb against the scanner to one of the private rooms.
He tugged her inside, and as soon as the door closed, he grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.
“Remember when I had you in that bondage contraption?”
Ivy closed her eyes as the memory washed over her. The memory was so tactile that she could feel the ring's metal around her neck, as it kept her in position, buckles around her feet, attached to a metal platform on the floor. She remembered the sweet erotic humiliation, standing in the club naked, as others touched her body, as Gabe wrote “cum slut” across her chest. He urged her to give in, bringing her to the edge, then he’d tell her, “Don’t you dare come,” while fingering her mercilessly. The fight she had to keep going against the orgasm trembling through her body because the moment she gave in, she’d impale herself on the waiting dildo.
How Gabe’s voice broke when he said, “good girl” to her, his dominant pride seeping into her soul.
God, they were so in sync that night.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s make another memory, just like that.”
That night had been so special. Ivy couldn’t recall when Gabe had been that open since. These last couple of months had been so tough.
“Sounds perfect.”
His tongue swept across her bottom lip. Ivy moaned, her lips parted for him, and he kissed her with so much force that the coolness of the wall grew warm against her back. Heat radiated through her body. Whatever his plan was for tonight, she was ready.
“You’re perfect, Princess.” He dropped her hands and stroked his palm against her cheek.
He took her hand, guiding her across the honey-hued hardwood floor between the two wooden posts.
Other than the cupboards at the back of the room, next to the sink and the massage table over to the side, there was nothing else in the room except for these wooden posts. The pale textured walls gave the room a warm feel despite its starkness.
“Love this.” Ivy stood on her tiptoes to touch the dangling chains with her fingertips.
Gabe laughed. “I don’t want you to stress too much. Let’s adjust that.”
She admired how his biceps rippled as he adjusted the chains, setting them so she wouldn’t feel stress in her joints when she was cuffed between the posts.
“Thank you, Sir.” Ivy smiled, brushing a hand along his arm. He kissed her hand.
“Strip for me, Princess.” Gabe stood in front of her, an eyebrow cocked.
Excitement rolled through her. She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Ivy kicked off her heels, her bare feet pressed into the smooth wooden floors. She took off her skirt and her nylons. Her fingers trembled as she undid her black silk blouse, meeting his amber eyes. His gaze held hers. She rolled down her emerald lace panties, kicking them off.
“Help, please, Sir?”
He stalked slowly toward her like a predator. Ivy shivered from the blaze in his eyes.
“I told you to strip. You can’t handle that?”
He grabbed the fabric of her silky emerald bra between her cleavage. She gasped. “Sir I...no Sir.” She rasped but couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
He yanked hard, his knuckle pressing against her breasts. The fabric ripped. “There. Better?”
She glared at him, throwing the bra across the room.
