~ ~ Josh ~ ~

Emptying the water bottle, another shudder worked its way through my body—like an aftershock. Orgasm fucking heaven.

I honestly couldn't remember coming so hard. Ever.

Was it because I'd submitted and let go of everything?

Or perhaps the toy up my arse? That was new. Yeah, I had a dildo and fucked myself, but never with a partner. It added a whole new dimension to the experience.

Or the addition of rope? Especially the way it tightened around the head and even more so when my cock swelled, squeezing my balls so the pressure toed the line between pleasure and pain?

Or simply just Ivy?

But whatever it was, it blew my ever-lovin-mind.

Double blinking, wiping my hand across my mouth, I'd zoned out and Ivy was speaking to me.

What was she saying?

She wanted to talk?

Nah-ah. Shaking my head. Talking was the last thing I had on my mind.

Up there, in my head, was all about Ivy. I wanted her. Badly. Simple as.

Fucking was out of the question as my dick would need another ten-minutes before he'd be up and ready and I didn't want to wait because she might end our night. For all I knew, this might be the first and last time we do this, now she'd shown me more of what this world she lived in had to offer.

So I decided it was best to say what I was thinking. Be honest.

Blurting out a little clumsily, stupidly telling her my dick wasn't in the game I came up with something quick smart. Eating her pussy maybe? But either way, I knew I wanted her to come just as hard as she'd made me.

But the way Ivy's face scrunched up in confusion threw me through a loop.

She was silent.

Absolutely silent.

She was gonna say no.

I just knew it and my chest constricted, and I tried to mask my hurt. However, that lasted all of five seconds when her hands swept to her hips.

"Kiss me, baby-boy." She hummed a gorgeously dirty sigh, shimming closer to stand toe-to-toe, angling her head up to mine.

Whoa.

Okay, I'd been wrong and her fingers slipped behind my neck and pulled me down. Our lips savage as my hand ran over her curved waist, around to the small of her back, pressing my fingers into the material of her leather top. Tingles shot down my spine, deepening the kiss as her other hand crept up my bicep and I brought us closer, loving the way we fitted together, moulding her to me.

And fuck me. The kiss was everything—burning, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.

It was bliss.

And I wanted more. Hell, I needed more.

My heart beat fiercely as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, giving me the giant thumbs up which flipped a switch over and I worshipped her mouth before upping the game, becoming a flame with a desperate need to conquer—not quite submissive.

Our tongues danced, then battled along with each other, sucking, licking, devouring as she pressed her hips against mine and my dick was already wanting in on the game. Blood pooling.

Maybe a good hard fuck wasn't out of the question?

But there was something else I wanted just as badly, so badly my mouth was still alive from the lingering taste of her mouth on mine. "I want to taste all of you, not just your mouth." I phrased it more than a question, still wanting her to take my control as well as not holding back my needs.

And Ivy said communication was everything in this game.

She didn't baulk at the idea but pulled back, taking a moment to find her voice, or at least it looked that way. "Show me how much you want this pussy, Josh." she sounded a little out of breath, and her smile was teasing, playful and her hungry eyes sank into mine. "But no hands." Her eyebrows spiked. "I want to feel just your lips, tongue and a touch of teeth."

Damn. It was so much better, hotter, when being told what and how to do something.

Stepping out of my embrace, Ivy moved her hands and dropped them to her hips, drumming her fingers and cocking her head in a challenging way.

Oh, I was up for the challenge and a genuine smile lit up my face. "Thank you." And I truly meant it. I glanced around the room. "You want to get back on the bed? Lie down?"

She shook her head.

Umm, okay... My brows slid inward. "Where?"

"Right there." She pointed to where I was standing and must have read my confusion.

"You want me to stay standing?"

"No. On your knees." She poked her finger at the ground again.

Duh, obviously and I sank without question and waited.

Ivy shifted closer, and I placed my hands on her calves, letting the feel of the leather of her boots cool my fingers, sliding them slowly upward onto her thighs. She sucked in a breath as my warm palms ran over her smooth, dark, exposed skin. They ventured further underneath her skirt until I felt the stringy material of her thong. It was so damp that it clung to her skin as I eased it down. I fucking loved that it had turned her on just as much as me and saliva gathered in my mouth at the sight of the clammy trail on her thighs. I didn't need to ask as she stepped free from the flimsy material.

"Actually stop," she said.

Umm What?

"I have high expectations," she said with an arched eyebrow and a smile dancing over her lips.

Okay. No pressure then.

"I might need something to hold. She moved to the centre of the room and pulled on the suspension bar, adjusting it to make it easier for her to hold if needed. "Knees there."

I scrambled to where she pointed. "And I won't disappoint you, Ivy." My smirk was every bit as cocky as I felt. 'But I don't doubt you'll tell me otherwise, if I fuck it up."

It was easy to see she was fighting her own smirk. "You're not wrong, Subbie!"

Hands tracing the same route back up, I pushed up her leather skirt, inch by inch, and Ivy let out a breathy moan as her hand came to rest on top of my head, gently patting me. And although I was on my knees submitting to her, I didn't feel any less powerful.

Ivy stared down at me, her chest heaving and I wished I'd asked her to take off the top so I could see her lush tits.

Eyes down, I kept my movements slow. Ivy wasn't the only one who could tease or drive up the anticipation.

When her skirt stretched over her hips, I sat back. "So fucking beautiful," I murmured, before leaning in to place a tender kiss at the top of her pussy. She smelled so good. Hot. Sweet. And I didn't want any part of this pretty pussy left untouched, dotting kiss after kiss... small butterfly kisses over the crease of her thigh and back, loving the way her hand added a little pressure, like she wanted to rub herself all over my face.

And then her legs shifted apart, seemingly unable to wait. "Fuck me with your tongue. Now!" she commanded with a strained voice.

And now I was sprung, dick so hard again I could punch through a table. "Yes, Ivy."

Hitching one leg by the calf, I lifted it up and placed it on my shoulder. Dipping my head, I licked one long swipe from my clit to her ass. She shuddered. I then licked along her slick, puffy lips, nibbling them with my teeth. I rubbed my eager tongue back and forth over her clit as Ivy thrust her hips against me as my fingers dented her juicy arse, pulling her closer, sensing her need for friction.

A desperate moan told me I was doing something right and sucked her clit deep inside my mouth. And when her hand left my head, I eased back, teasing her clit by pulling it a little harder as my eyes crawled up to see her halter top pulled apart as she tugged on her dark nipples.

"Fuck, just like that Josh," and her head tilted back just a little, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Then one hand shot up as she clasped the bar just above her to support her.

Obeying her command not to use my fingers, my tongue probed at her opening before thrusting inside. It was even sweeter direct from the source and I pumped my tongue in and out, just as I would with my dick... next time.

Her hips pushed to meet each thrust. I felt her weight shift as she took some of her weight from me gripping now with both hands on the bar above her and I shoved my face deeper into her sweet pussy, rubbing my nose on her on clit as my tongue licked and stretched as I could inside her as she rode my face and her legs moved up a little to clamp me, crossing her feet at my shoulder blades. I gripped her arse tighter, not caring if I left marks.

I couldn't breathe easily, snatching just enough air so I could fuck her, giving her what she gave to me.

Her breaths came in short, harsh pants, and her legs shook. "Just there. Right. Fucking. There." As she shamelessly took everything I was giving.

"Oh fuck. Yes!" And I felt her tense and her breathing pause. And then I felt her pussy quivering and clenching.

It was fucking hot to feel her come and more of her sweetness coated my tongue, running down my throat and over my chin.

So fucking much of it as she chased me for more.

Slowly, she untangled her legs and I helped them down and set them firmly on the ground. Ivy was still breathing heavily, supporting her weight, and I dotted more soft kisses, feeling her shiver and shudder.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit!" she said, clearing her throat.

Easing back, staring up, my smile was so freaking wide it would overshadow the sun.

I rested back on my calves, not caring that my knees were aching like a motherfucker. I would stay here all night just to see that look on her face right now.

She blinked a few times, letting go of the bar above and swayed and I was up like a shot, my arms easing around her as she relaxed into me, sighing.

Fucking perfect.

"Can I get you something?"

"Water," she sighed. "Yeah, water would be good."

Without asking, I scoop her up and walk a few steps to the bed, setting her down. I grab the water from where she got mine and head back, unscrewing the lid and offering.

"Cheers," she said, tipping her head back, eyes on me and drinking down the entire bottle as I did. Orgasms were thirsty work.

Resting the empty bottle on her lap, she hadn't taken her eyes off me. "You're looking at me like you're trying to hold back 'I told ya so.'" She smiled, shaking her head just a little.

I shrugged, grinning, but there's no wiping the pride off my cheeks. "Anything else I can do for you?"

Her eyes drifted down my body, pausing on my dick.

"One only thing left to do," she said, tilting her head, sucking in her full bottom lip.

Please say fuck. If there's a God, and he's listening right now I fucking hoped he'd give me this—because I never asked for anything.

"Clean up."

Umm. Come again? I stared at her long and hard, trying to wrap my head around it.

And yeah, she was serious. God wasn't listening or was a woman, after all.

She clarified. "After play. Time to clean. It's the subs job." She pointed. "Starting with that mess you left on the floor." She grinned in delight, her cheeks rounding to reveal her teeth. "Oh, and there."

Yeah, I'd leaked all over the place whilst feasting on Ivy's pussy. But who could blame me?

"Oh, and strip the bed. Bedding goes in that cupboard." She pushed up from the bed. "You don't need to remake the bed. But anything we used, the rope, flogger, vibrator. Clean and disinfect them." I looked around. "Shower and dress and when you've finished, come back upstairs with all my toys and I'll leave the door open. You hungry?"

I was now that she mentioned it. "Yeah, I could eat."

"Good. You good with Chinese?"

"Pretty much good with anything."

She sighed, her gaze surveying me and the room one more time. "Don't be long."

The door clicked and I got to work and even cleaning didn't dampen my good mood. I'd be thinking of this night for a long fucking time to come, that was for certain.

It didn't take long downstairs, letting myself in her flat. "Ivy?"

I walked inside, shutting and locking the door. Her flat was open plan and I could see into the kitchen area.

Nope. Not there.

I carried on through to stop at the sound of singing. And again I was knocked back. Her voice was really sweet on the ear with a slight rasp that had my dick sitting up.

Was there anything this woman wasn't good at?

"Ivy," I called out, and the singing paused and the door opening and steam followed. She was wearing a towel and I wasn't hungry for food now as my eyes soaked up all available skin.

"Hey, check the food.  It's in the oven and I'll be with you in a second."

My picture perfect image of me unwrapping her from that towel vanished and I nodded.

Setting the table and laying out the food containers, Ivy sat down. It was nice to see her wearing just shorts and a white tee. Face free of makeup and her hair was down. She looked relaxed and so goddamn beautiful.

"You're good with beer?" And then she was up out of her seat. "I'll grab some wine. Unless you want some?"

"Nah, good with this."

We ate, and it was just as relaxed as the first night I'd been here. Was it this way between her and Alex?

I wanted to punch myself. Why bring that up? But I was so fucking curious to know what they did. He'd spent the night.

Would she ask me to stay over?

"Food good?" she asked and I nodded, mouth full.  Ivy was proficient with chopsticks. Me, not so much and I stuck with a fork. "We've covered aftercare, but tell me, how did you feel about tonight, Josh?"

Swallowing my food. How could I put my feelings into a sentence or two? Words didn't seem enough. "Good. Great."

"It's overwhelming at first, I get it." She smiled and her voice softened. "You submitted beautifully, Josh."

And more crazy bombs went off in my chest. "You made it so easy, Ivy." She had, and never once did I question my masculinity. That had been my one worry. That she wouldn't like to see me like that. Begging to come.

"So you want to carry on exploring, because there are other—"

Fuck. Panicking. My fork clattered onto the plate. Was she wanting to pass me off now? To another Domme? Interrupting. "I don't want to do this with anyone else." I blurted out.

Her head shifted back. "I'm not suggesting that."

My shoulders dropped in relief, easing back into my seat. "Sorry..." I picked up my fork.

"I was going to say, there are other things we can throw in the mix now."

I nodded, and then my jaw dropped.

"I'd like for Alex to play too." She sucked the noodle wrapped around the chopsticks into her mouth with a slurp.

What the?

My guts turned over. I wasn't ready for Alex to see me on my knees. I'd been thrilled that she hadn't flinched when I told her about getting hard over Alex and my past crush—well, maybe not so much in the past now. But playing?

"Don't freak out. I can see you're about to freak on me." She put down her chopsticks. "Breathe, Josh."

Fuck. She was right. I was holding my breath. Letting it came out in a rush. "I'm not ready to let Alex see me." Squeezing the fork in my hand. "I'm not sure—"

It was her turn to butt in.

"—I'm not suggesting that, Josh."

Oh, Okay.

"I want for the three of us to explore this thing between us—"

I liked that word. Us.

"Get comfortable with the idea of what sharing means but let's say for now I'll be the middleman."

Umm, what? She'd lost me.

"I used to think Trix was greedy with two cocks." She pulled the box of chicken pieces closer to her, dipping in her chopsticks. "But I'm thinking she might be onto something." Plucking a piece of lemon fried chicken and popping into her mouth, chewing slowly as if her thoughts weren't yet formed. "Sex. Josh. The first time. I want both of you there. No hiding. Watch and be watched."

Oooh. And I wouldn't deny I felt a whole lot better knowing that she hadn't had sex with Alex yet.

And didn't my dick like the idea of watching them have sex. Not to mention the hard on I was now sporting at the idea of where it could lead? We'd both seen each other naked. That wasn't new, but this was different.

But maybe I was jumping ahead of myself. Yeah, when I thought of us fucking and sharing Ivy, the idea I might get closer to Alex on a physical and emotional level appealed too—a lot. More than a lot.

But fucking up our friendship? No. That didn't sit well.

"I can see your mind running, practically tearing right outta here," said Ivy, interrupting my turmoil.

"I'm just worried." I sighed. "Me and Alex are close. But I don't think he'd be up for this."

"I won't force either of you to do anything you don't want. And I thought we could all go out and have a meal—talk about it first. See if it's something that he might want." She corrected. "You both want."

Talking I could handle. And Ivy seemed to know me better than myself. Perhaps there was a whole other side of Alex I'd not seen.

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what his kinks were. But I stopped myself.

"Strap in, Baby-boy, and I promise I'm gonna blow your mind." She set down her chopsticks and reached over, stroking over my hand. It was a sweet gesture. Her voice softened. "Trust me, Josh."

I did. No doubt about it as I flipped my hand over and tangled our fingers. This had to mean more than just sex to Ivy, right?

I fucking hoped so.