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)
Bit by bit she softened against me. “We really shouldn’t. This is weird. We grew up together.”
“Sure did. And I’ve watched you grow into a very beautiful girl.” I pressed my erection against her ass, loving the soft give of her body. “Trust me, Ivy. I just want to show you what it feels like to come. Aren’t you curious?”
“A little bit,” she whispered, her face tucked against the couch. “But I should only orgasm with my husband. I’m waiting to orgasm until marriage.”
I snorted against the top of her head as she shook with a silent giggle.
“Little girl, I guarantee you that your future husband isn’t resisting the urge to jack off in order to save himself for marriage.”
“Oh,” she said through a suppressed laugh, “you are just horrible.”
“You have no idea how horrible I can be,” I lied. She knew exactly how kinky I could be and she loved it. “But, I can also be very, very good. Let me be good to you, Ivy. Let me treat you right.”
Those words came from the bottom of my soul, role playing or not.
“Okay,” she whispered. “But just this once. And you can’t tell anyone, ever.”
“Awesome,” I said as I abruptly sat up with a grunt and placed her on her feet standing next to the couch. “Lie down on the coffee table.”
I’d surprised her so much she broke character. “I’m sorry, did you say lie down on the coffee table?”
“Yep.” I gave her a gentle push. “Down you go.”
“Why”—she held my hands as I positioned her how I wanted her on the six foot by four foot table made of dark, dense wood—“am I lying on this cold, uncomfortable surface instead of the nice, soft couch?”
“Because I can’t trust myself with you on a couch. I’ll fuck you for sure. Won’t be able to stop myself.”
She sat up on her elbows while I pulled out one of the drawers of the table. It was filled with various ropes and restraints, almost all of them new. I didn’t want Ivy to see everything inside, so I grabbed what I wanted and closed it before she could get a good look. When I held up four straps with padded cuffs at one end, and a clip on the other, Ivy giggled.
“Oh my god, please tell me this table doesn’t have hidden restraints. Caleb, is this a sex table?”
I smiled at her as I hit a hidden switch on the interior of the table’s front leg. Big, solid eyebolts slid out of the wood at six different points along the side of the table. And two on top and bottom for good measure. Ivy enjoyed being restrained, and I happened to know a local guy named Colton Reed who made the most exquisite sex furniture that could pass for normal decor.
Part of the perks of working at a sex-positive resort.
Giggling, Ivy allowed me to restrain her hands, then shook her head a couple times. She closed her eyes and blew out a big breath, then opened them and frowned at me. The laughter still danced in her hazel eyes, and little lines crinkled around the corners, but her mouth had a decidedly pouty edge to it.
“What in the world are you doing? Why are you tying me up?” she mock struggled. “Stop that!”
“Nope,” I said merrily, easily dodging one of her kicks as I pulled the restraints, making her lay flat against the wood with her arms slightly over her head. “I’m not stopping until you’re familiar with what an orgasm feels like. That way, when you touch your little pussy tonight, maybe slip a finger or two in, you’ll know what you’re doing thanks to me.”
I saw her toes curl in her pink fuzzy socks. With a few tugs, and a little help from Ivy, I soon had her properly restrained. I pretended not to see her stretch and rub her legs together. She’d had a long day, and the journey from Miami to Rawhide wasn’t a short one. I should know, I made it at least once a month to go visit Ivy.
Hopefully I could talk her into spending more time here, with me.
I turned the movie back on, keeping the volume down and turned off the light next to the couch. With only the light of the TV illuminating the room, I took Ivy in and rubbed my dick with a sigh. She was such a pretty little thing, and the black satin panties she wore set off her pale skin beautifully.
Shadows painted her body as I captured her mouth in a kiss, leaving her legs free. If she got sassy I’d secure those as well, but I wanted her to be comfortable. She rewarded me by wrapping them around my waist as she ground her pussy against my stomach.