CHAPTER 17
I don’t wait for Ivy to move, and with a kiss to her forehead lay down on the bed. In the center and with my arms spread out. A limb pointing in each direction.
“Do it.”
“Okay.” She kneels on the mattress and adjusts an ankle in each leather restraint. My cock notices her position between my legs and hardens. It’s unavoidable. Uncontrollable when you’re still riding the high waves of emotion this type of drug creates and the desire I’ve held onto these last few years.
She’s never been and never will be just a friend.
To me, Ivy is everything.
“Don’t pause. Finish restraining him.”
That comment makes me look up at Ivy. She had paused, her hooded eyes roaming all over my naked body. More than that, she’s fixated on my throbbing erection.
On the small bead of pre-cum sliding down and over my piercing.
My dick throbs and my hips thrust off the bed.
A tremor rocks her body. Her pleading eyes land on mine before bouncing away, and her struggle to control herself is plainly obvious. These last few hours have brought us both past rationality.
Sleep deprived. Riding a forced high. Traumatized. And bloody horny.
I don’t know how much more our psyches can take.
“Baby. Hurry, please. Tie me.” Now it isn’t just about the commands; if she doesn’t get me restrained now, I’m going to yank her down on me. I’ve never been closer to embrace animalistic tendencies as I am in this moment.
Choking on the urge to mate. To fuck. To claim.
Spread her legs open and make her mount me. Grab those hips and hold her steady while I sink into that perfect pussy.
My heartbeat explodes in my ears. Jesus Christ, how the hell is it possible to be this horny? I haven’t forgotten what’s around us. What’s happening.
Just who is watching us.
But at this moment, I could give a fuck. Nothing could dissipate the ardor I’m experiencing.
“If Noah breaks, if he loses control . . .”
Bullocks, we both know that this is what they want.
Our failure, but I don’t say this. My thought processes can’t handle anything outside of my desires. How beautiful my girl looks.
Ivy’s tiny hand wraps around my wrist, positioning my arm. She tightens the leather cuff around one, and then moves around the bed to do the other.
My hungry eyes follow her. Drink her in. The curve of her thin waist. The way her sexy hips flare out. From the side, her breasts and arse look fucking magnificent. I ache to get my hands around her. To sink my teeth into one plump cheek.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, sticky against my abdomen.
She walks around to the right of me. Somehow, I find the willpower to keep my eyes focused straight ahead. Jaw clenched. Shaking like a bloody epileptic on this bed.
The heat of her hand on my skin nearly undos me. I have no idea what she’ll be forced to do once I’m fully restrained, but my body’s dying for it. My mind’s so fucked when it comes to her, that she could hurt me, and it’d probably get me off.
Her eyes must land on my dick, because she pauses midway through tightening the restraint. Utterly still next to me, she struggles to control her breathing, and every hitched breath makes me twitch.
A small, horny keening sound leaves the back of her throat and reaches my ears. I love that sound.
My cock gives a violent jerk.
“Look at how hungry she is for it, Noah.”
Instead of obeying, I squeeze my lids shut. Need a few seconds. A few calming breaths before I’m forced to comply—
“Noah.” This time, I recognize Agnes’ voice calling out to me.
My eyes fly open. Head turning, I stare up at Ivy.
She’s just as motionless as before. Frozen. Eyes locked on my straining shaft.
Shite. Did she even register the sound of Agnes speaking? Swallowing thickly, I manage to groan out, “Baby?”
“Kneel between his legs, Ivy,” our captor “returns” to command.
And I know immediately what she has in store. What she’s going to make Ivy do.
Head falling back, I growl. “Oh God. I can’t.”
“Noah?” Ivy whispers, sounding hungry and scared all at once. It’s a heady combination, and as fucked up as this may sound, I like it. That perverse knowledge that I do this to her.
“Now, Ivy. Kneel.”
There’s no reacting. No replying to my doll’s questioning tone. There’s just me, strapped to this bed, trapped. My heart racing. My cock throbbing. Balls so tight I can’t think past it.
I’m going to bloody come before she even gets her lips on me.
I feel Ivy lift off the bed. Every second that it takes her to walk around to the front echoes inside me. I’m not looking—I can’t—but the bed shifts by my feet as she climbs back on between my spread legs.
“Stop right there, Ivy.” All movement ceases once more. “Noah, open your eyes.”
Of course she would ask me that when I need to keep them closed the most. “I can’t. Trust me,” I grit out, hating her for making me admit this out loud. “I’ll come as soon as I look at her.”
She laughs. “Interesting.”
Ivy inhales sharply. “Oh, God.”
“Ivy, lean down between his legs. Stop with your lips right above the tip of his dick.”
This time, she whimpers.
Thighs shaking, I press my feet into the bed and thrust upward, already seeking the heat of her mouth.
Can’t fight it. Need to be inside her when I come.
“Noah, stop moving. Ivy can’t lean down with all that thrashing you’re doing.”
I’m being watched. Mocked. Edged.
And I don’t give a shite. The only reason I manage to restrain myself is due to what’s on the other side of that glass wall. The knowledge that our captor will gladly torture Ivy, if only a little, to get me under control.
“Son of a bitch.” Muscles straining, I fist my hands and continue to grind my teeth—
“Now, Ivy. Get down there. Leave a teeny, tiny bit of space between your lips and him.”
The bed shifts one more time—hot, moist breath kisses the back of my cock.
“Jesus,” I hiss out, toes curling.
“That’s it. Perfect. Look at her again, Noah.”
The visual of Ivy’s strawberry blond hair fanning over her shoulders, those plump lips less than a centimeter away from my dick . . . “Kiss it, baby.” Fuck me, my voice sounds beastly. “Let me feel your sexy lips.”
“Don’t move, Ivy. If he wants your mouth he will have to earn it.”
“How?” And I’m not the least bit embarrassed at this point with the desperation in my tone. A minute shift of my hips and my leaking length grazes her skin. Motherfuck, I bite my lips hard.
Draw blood.
“Are you ready to play, pets? Answer with a nod.” She demands, and I do. “Good.” Someone claps their hands; I have no idea if it is Agnes or the crazy cow through the speakers. “Let’s begin this round of I say with a question for Ivy. Tell me, sweetheart. How does he feel this close to you? How does he smell? Describe Noah to me.”
My eyes snap open of their own accord and fall on her scared ones. She’s shaking right above my dick. Breathing hard, her warmth seeping into my skin.
“He feels good,” Ivy whispers, swallowing hard. Those wide frantic eyes are on mine, begging me for help. To step in and save her, but it’s my own morbid need that forces me to remain quiet.
“Carry on. Describe your Noah to me.”
“Please don’t. I’m not ready.”
“Denying me is not an option, Ivy. But if you need a reminder of that . . . Agnes, please remove one of our guest—”
“He smells like sin,” Ivy begins, her lip once again grazing the slit at the top of my cock’s head. I want her to move lower. Take me in between those plump rosy lips. “Leather—a warm woodsy scent that’s all him. Noah’s never been one to wear much cologne, he doesn’t need it. To me he’s perfect as is.”
“Good girl. Now tell me, how does he feel beneath your fingertips? At your mercy.”
“Better than he should. I’m not supposed to want my best friend, but I do.”
“And you, Noah? Does her answer please you?”
“You know the answer to that,” I grit out, teeth clenched. “You know it all.”
She laughs, the sound haughty. “It’s been my job to do so. Watch someone long enough and they become predictable. Traits easy to follow. Their way of thinking . . . desires, almost your own. You two have become an obsession and my clients enjoy you.”
Words meant to shock have little to no effect on me. Since taking us, she’d never hidden the fact that there are others watching. Enjoying our mental breakdown.
Ivy shifts, her long strawberry locks fall and caress my inner thighs. “How long have you been watching? Why us?”
“Simple. Because I can. In this place, I am God.” Egotistical cunt. “And this God is a curious one. Humor me, Ivy. It’s in your interest too.”
“And if I do, will the torture end?”
“No. Not until you are utterly broken.” The clinking of glasses is heard in the background. They’re celebrating our demise. “But it could earn you another reward . . .”
Ivy nods and the tip of her hair skims my aching balls.
“Good girl. Now tell me if you dare, entertain my morbid curiosity.”
“What do you want to know?” Ivy says, her head lowering just a tiny bit. We’re skin to skin.
“Who has the better cock? Robert or Noah. Whose do you prefer?”
Christ.
This bitch has left me speechless. Curious. Almost feeling bad for Ivy.
“No.”
“You’re no fun.”
“We both know that’s a lie.” And then my girl does something she wasn’t given permission to do. Takes the initiative and rubs her lips against me.
The pre-cum at the tip is now on her lips, making them shiny. Making me impossibly harder. My mind no longer cares about the possible answer to that bloody question.
Not when I’ve marked her flesh with my essence.
“Open your mouth, doll. Take me in,” leaves me on a pained groan. Reeks of agony. Desperation. “Please.”
“I can smell your salty sweetness.” Her tongue peeks out from between her lips and I follow the action. Ingrain into my memories the moment she takes a swipe and tastes me.
How the black of her pupils enlarge and she shivers.
“Fuck, baby. Quit torturing me.”
“I’m sorry.” My doll’s hooded eyes lock on mine as she opens her mouth and rubs her lips down my length.
Hips rising off the bed, I thrust up. “For what?”
The room has gone silent. No music. No noise whatsoever, and I’m afraid to lookup and search the room. Fearful of what I could find.
So instead I give into my lust. Arch up, the plea sitting on the tip of my tongue.
“Because I have no self-control when it comes to you.” And then she licks me from base to tip. Swirls her tongue over the pierced head and pulls me between her lips.
My reaction is volatile. Uncontrollable. Motherfucking painful.
I come for her. All over her lips and chin. “Fuck. Fuck. Baby.” My body contorts beneath her, abs straining.
She sucks me deeper, humming around me.
“Bloody hell, Ivy,” I all but snarl. Angry. Desperate. Nowhere near satiated. “Fucking release me.”
At the point I don’t care about our captor, the guards, or her audience. I want her. My Ivy.
Fuck the consequences. Fuck them all.
They wanted an animal? Well here I am. And this beast wants his mate.