He broke off the kiss. Sitting beside her on the bed, he reached out and out and traced the delicate gold chain that served as her collar. Ivy would have loved something flashier, a traditional collar with a D ring, but he liked the subtlety of this. He liked that even though she was strong and didn’t need him to take care of her, she was his.
“Come here, Princess.” He turned her towards him, leaving a trail of hungry, insistent kisses from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. She urged him on, her hands on the back of his neck.
His mouth came around her large, juicy nipple. Ivy’s moan vibrated through his mouth as he lapped and sucked, tugging at her nipple with his teeth. Her hand drummed on his shoulders, her attempt at telling him to hurry.
His hands roamed over her stomach to her waist. He squeezed her wrist, cueing her to stop it, and bit her nipple lightly.
“Ouch!”
“Impatient, are we?”
“Always.”
He scored her wrist lightly with his nail, enjoying how she closed her eyes against his infliction. Gabe took the other nipple in his mouth, sucking until she squealed with a mix of pleasure and protest.
“Okay! Too much!”
He smiled, flicked his tongue around her areola, and dragged his teeth along her beaded nipple before switching sides.
“Damn you!”
Gabe laughed, squeezing her right breast as he feasted on her left. Her legs opened as he pinched her nipple.
“I call the shots in here, Princess.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her leaf green eyes were glassy. His hands slid down to her thighs. She spread her legs for him, pushing her hips towards him.
Slowly, he lapped her pussy, the taste of her calming the angst in his brain. Ever so softly, he took her clit between his teeth and pulled oh so gently.
“More! Dammit, more!” Her fingers threaded through his hair.
With the barest of touches, Gabe rolled his tongue over her clit. That was the fun thing with Ivy. She wanted sex; she loved sex, and he absolutely loved being in control of her orgasm.
“Gabe!”
He lifted his head from her pussy, and dropped his hands from her thighs.
“I don’t know if you’re ready, Princess.” He stood, giving her his best Dom glare.
“You know I am!” Ivy clutched his shoulders.
“I’m not sure I’m convinced.” Gabe smiled while shucking off his pants.
“Please feel my pussy, Sir. Feel how wet I am for you.”
“Let’s see. Are you wet and ready?” Gabe sunk one finger into her and then another, and Ivy grabbed his arm, her nails digging into him.
“I amsowet.”
“I don’t know if you’ve earned an orgasm.” Gabe plunged two fingers into her pussy, working them back and forth. “I think I’m in the mood to fuck you and leave you.”
She bit down on her lip and shook her head from side to side, but she gushed at his words, her juices covering his fingers. He knew how much she loved this type of play.
“No! Why?”
Gabe grabbed her and shifted her position so she was horizontal across the bed.
