Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
I let my mind wander into dirty territory as I followed her bubble butt up the stairs. The jeans that she wore cupped her ass cheeks perfectly, and I had all kinds of plans for her bottom brewing in my depraved mind. She had a bounce in her sock-covered step as she nearly skipped down the hallway, pulling me behind her.
Ivy loved surprises, and I was about to blow her mind.
She opened the door to the formerly bland room that used to house a king-sized bed, dresser, armoire and two side tables.
Now it was a perfectly replicated TV room/den that would have fit in on any of the 80s shows she used to watch.
The walls had been painted polo green, and the carpet was a lush navy shag. Thick and comfy plaid couches formed an L shape along the wall, and a huge dark rectangular wood coffee table sat before it. I’d sacrificed authenticity a bit by having a massive flat screen on the wall instead of a traditional big tube TV, but I did have a VHS player. A complex entertainment system with large speakers faced the sofas, and a couple vintage 80s paintings adorned the wall above one of the couches.
A bookcase and rows of empty shelves filled the far wall. Warm lighting shone from above, with a golden tone that gave everything soft shadows. Pillows of various sizes in jewel tones that matched the plaid were piled on the couches, and a plant in a macrame holder hung near the windows.
Ivy moved into the room, her hand to her mouth as she took in the framed movie posters on either side of the television. They were from two of her favorite movies, and I felt so damn pleased with myself at her obvious delight. She glanced over her shoulder at me, stars sparkling in her eyes, before she went over to examine the collection of VHS tapes occupying the dark wood cabinet beneath the flat screen TV.
I leaned in the doorway, smiling as she kept thanking me as she discovered one detail after another. I had Hayleigh, Chef Connor’s wife, design the room for me. Despite being a Little instead of a Middle, she’d done an amazing job. I’d found most of the vintage items on my own, and it had been fun hunting for treasures for my girl while I traveled for work. Made me feel closer to her even when I missed her something fierce.
But she was mine for the next three weeks, and the thought made me nearly giddy.
“Ivy,” I said as she tried to open a locked cabinet door, “I made this room for you, so you can have your own space. Anytime you want to be alone, come in here. If the door is closed, I’ll know you need some private time. I wanted you to have someplace you could relax and recharge. I thought you’d enjoy this. And if you want to invite me inside, I have some fantasies that I’d like to throw by you.”
She stopped jerking at the locked doors and smiled at me, slowing standing and walking in my direction. “What kind of fantasies?”
“Are you inviting me in?”
“Yep,” she said with a grin. “Now tell me what you want.”
I carefully traced my fingers over her face, knowing she loved the sensation. “I want to seduce you. I want to corrupt my friend’s sweet little sister. To break down her resistance. To make her want it so much she can’t say no. Would you play that game with me, Ivy? Sit on the couch and watch a movie. Fend off my wandering hands until you finally give in. And when you do it is so good. You don’t want to like it but you can’t say no.”
She gave a little wiggle. “That’s hot. Yeah. Go make some popcorn. I’m going to get into character. I saw a movie that will fit the mood.” Giving my shoulders a push she said, “Go, go, if I don’t feel you inside of me soon, I’ll die.”
“Can’t have that,” I laughed and did as she bid, returning about ten minutes later with a bowl of popcorn.
The door was closed, so I did a quick little knock then opened it. Ivy quicky pulled a blanket that had been draped on one corner of a couch, over her lap. She’d turned off the overhead lights, leaving only the table lamps, but it was enough to allow me to see her bright blush. On the screen, the classic Nine and a Half Weeks played one of the sex scenes.
“It isn’t what you think!” Ivy said as I looked down, noticing her jeans and shoes on the floor. “My pants were wet from the snow and I was frozen. I wanted to warm up with this heated blanket. I-I didn’t know what was on TV. And what are you doing here? My brother isn’t even home and it’s a snow day.”