Page 28 of The Education of Ivy Leavold
I complied, my breasts bouncing as I slid up and down as fast as I could, root to tip, again and again and again. He closed his eyes. “Good,” he said and his voice had a quiet hitch in it, like he couldn’t quite control his breath. “Oh, that’s very good. You’re so wet, Ivy. You’re so wet and so warm. I could spend all day fucking you, and I will. Damn it all to hell, Iwillhave you any way I want, any time I want.”
He was swelling, growing harder, and little growls were escaping from his throat. He opened his eyes—the man gone, nothing left but the male, that wild entity that was only unleashed when he was deep within me. He looked down at where we were joined. “Milk me with that cunt,” he demanded. His expression grew harsh and needy and cruel and uncontrolled, and I almost came just seeing his face. “Yes, like that. Just like that. Faster. Goddammit, I saidfaster!”
A sharp hiss and then I was thrown unceremoniously off, caught around the waist before I truly fell, and shoved onto the floor, facedown. The rug was the best rug in the house, deeply plush and silky against my cheek, but I didn’t have time to think about that. Mr. Markham was on top of me, his wet cock burrowing into my ass. I tensed, wondering if this was it—the thing he’d threatened to do on the road, but then he rocked his hips, his length sliding in between the globes of my ass, and I realized he was rubbing himself off against the soft skin there, pressing my ass tight around his shaft and pumping relentlessly into the slick, snug channel he’d made for himself there.
“Look at yourself,” he said. “Letting me hold you down and use you. I can see the head of my dick peeping through your ass cheeks when I thrust. My cock is so wet…you drenched me earlier with your pussy. Only whores get wet when men use them, Ivy.”
His words should have made me feel debased, devalued, but instead, they had me grinding my mound into the rug, arching my back at the same time, wishing against all logic that his cock would slip and find its way back into me where it belonged. He saw this. “You are so greedy for my cock, wildcat. And you’ll get it. Just not yet…” his voice trailed off as his thrusts became more irregular and frenzied. “That’s it,” he said savagely. “You’re going to feel me spill onto your empty cleft and you’re going to like it.Fuck.”
He stopped moving and pushed my cheeks apart, exposing the small, sensitive ring of my anus. He held his cock poised there, not stroking himself, just holding his root and pressing the velvet head against the thin, virgin skin of my dark entrance. And then he came with a dangerous noise—a noise that sent a shot of adrenaline through me, because it was raw and powerful and it hinted at dissatisfaction and unfinished business. His cum was hot and thick and still more came as he held his dick against my ass, coating me in himself. I wanted to see it, so awfully did I want to see what we looked like right now: me spread facedown on the carpet, him kneeling above me, one hand holding himself as he jetted cum onto my exposed entrance.
And then he was finished, his breathing the only sound in the room other than the fire, which I belatedly realized was very close to my position on the rug. It was warm, so very warm, and I didn’t move even as he stood, which ended up being fortunate for me.
When he spoke, his voice was calm and matter-of-fact. “Now we are truly ready for your punishment, Miss Leavold.”
My mind was still foggy and my thoughts were still clouded, and so it took me a minute to find the right words and say them coherently. “That wasn’t…we’re still…we’re not finished yet?”
His low chuckle was silken and lush, and I shivered just hearing it. “I still plan on keeping my promise,” he said. “First, I need you to stay exactly where you are. But cross your legs at the ankles.”
I complied, feeling the copious wetness he had left on my skin as I did.
“Good.” He squatted down by my head, reaching over to plump my bottom. “What do you know about anal sex, Miss Leavold?”
What did he think? I’d been a virgin when I met him. “Nothing. Obviously.”
That earned me a hard slap on the flank. “Don’t get smart. Answer the question.”
I closed my eyes, feeling at sea with this new turn. “I don’t know anything about it, Mr. Markham. I know nothing at all.”
“Good. I like teaching you. And the first thing to know about anal sex is that you need lubrication. Lots of lubrication. Otherwise, it may hurt you quite a lot.”
I opened my eyes, the wordhurtsending alarm pinging anew through me.
“I see you’re taking my meaning. Good.” The hand returned to plumping and caressing, and I sighed despite myself, my uneasiness immediately relaxing under his touch. “There are oils made for such a purpose, oils that can be scented or made to increase sensitivity or made to induce numbness or any other variety of things.” His other hand started stroking my hair. “I own all of them. And next time we do this, we will use them. I will make your ass so slippery that sliding into it will be as easy as sliding into your cunt. And I promise that when I fuck you there, you will come, perhaps harder than you ever have before.”
Another slap. I jumped involuntarily and his hand was caressing and gentle again, easing me back into relaxation. “But this isn’t only about pleasure today. This is about your actions and my discipline. I intend to mark you and make you my own. Make you completely my own, and you will learn that your ass belongs only to me, same as your cunt and your mouth. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Markham.”
“Good girl.” He stood. “Today, the only lubrication you get will be from me. From what I just left on you. I hope your ankles are crossed tight, wildcat, because every drop that you let drip down that perfect pussy and onto the floor is one less drop for me to use when I take your ass. And I’m taking it no matter how ready or prepared it is.”
I whimpered, afraid again. All of a sudden, I was painfully aware of how his come was sliding away from where I needed it. I crossed my ankles as tightly as I could, pressing my knees together, trying to hold his essence where it belonged, but the curve of my body made it difficult. I squirmed up, pushing my ass into the air and making my back as concave as possible.
“Please,” I said into the carpet. “Please do it now.”
“I could,” he mused. “I am already hard again. Look at my cock, Ivy.”
I looked. His cock was indeed hard again, bobbing slightly as it pulsed thicker and thicker. I swallowed, lust overriding everything else. I wanted him inside so badly.
He walked around my prone form on the floor, absent-mindedly massaging his sack as he observed me. “You look amazing like this,” he said after a minute. “Back arched, dripping with my seed, begging me to take your ass.This, my future wife,thisis the benefit of a good education.”
I was shaking now, with combined terror and lust, with my suppressed orgasm and with the effort to keep my body curved upwards. “You’ll need to relax,” he instructed. “If you relax when I push in, it will hurt so much less. Feel the fire on your body. Feel how it warms your skin and loosens your muscles. Imagine your entire body, from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes, filled with the warmth of the summer sun. Imagine yourself stretched out under that sun like a cat, basking and purring.”
I was being petted again, his hands skimming my back and rubbing the outside of my legs. I did as he said, and I imagined it all, the warmth, the looseness, the catlike desire to be languorous and fluid.
“What a good kitten,” he murmured. “Oh, such a good kitten.”
I even felt like purring under his expert hands and his husky praise. I tilted my head into his hand when it came there, resting it against his palm. An arm wrapped around my waist as he knelt down beside me again. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “You are perfect,” he whispered. “Remember that, because this next part will not be easy for you.”
