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There were a few large plants and small trees, but a good half of the garden beds were empty, nothing but bare dirt. That was where Ivy went first. Without my aunt there overseeing her, she stripped off her gloves, handing them to me without looking, and plunged her fingers into the dirt. Humming under her breath, she lifted a handful to her nose and sniffed delicately.

Bemused, I watched her, studying the changes in her expression. She made a face and looked up at me.

“We’re going to need a lot of fertilizer.”

I just looked down at her. A bit of dirt crumbled and fell onto the front of her dress.

“My aunt is going to be very upset if you stain your dress.” I shifted behind her. With her short hair, it was easy to see the line of buttons down the back and I reached for the top ones. Ivy went very still as I began to undo them, fumbling a little because the buttons were so small and my fingers were so big in comparison.

She dropped the fistfuls of dirt she had in her hands back into the garden bed so I could slide the sleeves off her arms, leaving her in a white lacy brassier, panties, garter belt and stockings. My cock thickened at the sight of her, all pale skin and paler lingerie, still wearing the netted veil pinned to her wavy hair that covered the top of her face.

“You look beautiful, little flower.”

Her lips parted at the compliment, and she stared up at me.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Fuck.

It felt like all the blood in my head suddenly rushed to my cock at her words. I wondered if she knew what hearing her say that did to me. I had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing.

I curled my fingers, lifting them to touch the underside of her chin, pressing my thumb to her pretty pink lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I asked.

Her tongue flicked out against the tip of my thumb.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

Releasing her chin, I shucked off my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. To my surprise, Ivy reached out to help. I let my hands drop down so she could do it, watching curiously as her nimble fingers completed task far faster than I would have been able to.

She pulled the shirt free of my pants and I shrugged it off while she went for my belt.

As soon as my cock was free, she sank down on her knees in front of me, so pretty in all her white lace lingerie, and grasped the base of it in her hand. So like in the hotel, but so different.

There was no gun to her head this time as she began to lick up the length of my cock.

Ivy

The dark of the conservatory, full of both plants and potential, made me… want. Yearn.

I didn’t want Tomas to think that he had to tie me up, because I wanted the freedom to touch him. To do what I wanted back to him. This was the best way I could think to show him that – to demonstrate he could trust me.

And… I wanted it.

I liked hearing him groan as I opened my mouth and slid his cock between my lips, my tongue flicking over the tip. I liked the feeling of his cock pulsing against my palm. The way one hand curled around the back of my head, cradling it and also pulling me closer as he thrust his cock forward, deeper into my mouth.

I whimpered around the thick length as it hit the back of my throat, automatically swallowing to try and take more of him. He pulled back and thrust forward again, letting me take some of the control, but not all of it. I squeezed the base of his cock, reaching up with my other hand to cradle his balls, rolling the sack between my fingers.

He let me suck and lick until my jaw was starting to ache.

As if he could sense me tiring out—and maybe he could—he started moving faster, harder, fucking my mouth for his pleasure. I relaxed into it, letting him use my mouth, rather than being forced into it. I whimpered around his cock as his grip shifted from my head down to the back of my neck and tightened.

Hot liquid spilled over my tongue and down my throat, and I swallowed convulsively as he came in my mouth.

Only then did his grip gentle, and he eased me away from his satisfied cock as it began to soften. I let it go with a soft pop from my mouth. He was still half hard.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and a wash of pleasure went through me at the accolade. “Now your turn.”