~ ~ Ivy ~ ~

Josh was due any minute as I walked through the club. I'd told him to come via the main entrance and I'd meet him.

"Hey there, sweet tits. You're lookin' fine tonight."

It was Greg, one of the bartenders. He was standing with James behind the bar but James had his head tilted down, eyebrows furrowed, buried in paperwork.

"Hey big-balls." I batted back. "And thank you." Tonight I'd slipped on a strapless short red cocktail dress pairing it with my black my favourite Christian Louboutin pointed toe shoes.

Greg grinned. "My big balls are legendary." He countered with a wink.

A laugh burst out as I walked over to them both. I liked Greg. He and I had an easy banter. "Soooo, what ya up to, boys?"

James lifted his head. "Hey Ivy... Wow! Someone's getting lucky tonight." His eyes fed down, lingering on my shoes. He sighed. "Damn, I miss shoes like that."

"No one says you can't still wear them!"

"Get you a drink?" asked Greg.

I hopped onto a barstool. "Bottled water, please. I'm keeping my wits about me." Couldn't be safe, sane and consensual if I was wasted and only having eaten cookies this morning if I had any alcohol without food, it would go straight to my head.

"Oh, are you playing tonight?" asked Greg.

Shaking my head. "No. kinda have a date."

"Nice."

Grabbing a bottle of water and a glass, he placed them down on the bar and popped the cap and poured, sliding the glass toward me. "Hey, I've been thinking perhaps I should do a scene with you? Let you show me what you got."

I laughed. "I don't think so, sweetie. You sub for the other team."

Greg shrugged. "So? I just wanna see the difference between a Domme and a Dom—gotta try everything once."

"I don't have a dick, for starters." He opened his mouth to protest, but I knew exactly what was on his mind. Holding a hand up. "And before you ask, yes, I own a strap-on."

He squealed in delight before closing his eyes in exaggerated bliss. "Now I definitely want you to take me downstairs." He rested his elbows on the bar and leaned toward me. "You in a strap-on. Now that would be something I'd never forget."

I laughed. "Sometime... maybe." Definitely not.

James interrupted. "Fucking hell. Will you two stop... please?" Looking up with pleading eyes. Honestly, for working and managing a kink club and Zack being his best friend, James was as vanilla as they came. Another reason it would never work out with Zack.

Greg rolled his eyes, and I was about to tease him some more when I heard my name called.

"Ivy, this guy here says you're expecting him," shouted Jon from security.

I turned around on my stool with my glass in my hand.

Wow.

Josh looked amazing, and I did a double take and my mouth actually dried. The man killed in a suit, but tonight dressed in a grey t-shirt which tested the material stretched over those delicious ripped muscles and black jeans that hugged his thick thighs to perfection and no doubt showcased his tight ass. He looked just as fuckable.

I took a gulp of my water and sat my drink down and hopped off the stool and made my way toward him.

He smiled and when I said smiled, honestly his entire face smiled. "You look amazing, Ivy," he gushed, and his cheeks flushed, but then his eyes penetrated mine. Blue, bluer than Trix's—beautiful, but on him they swam with a variety of emotions... affection, desire... kindness.

They were the kind of eyes you could get lost in.

"You told me to come casual—but you look anything but casual." He looked over himself and then took another appreciative look at me.

"Thank you. But you will soon learn, Josh, I love to dress up. No matter the occasion." And I felt that weirdness again. It's kinda like an anxiousness of a casual date mixed in with a hyper sexual awareness.

Jon rolled his eyes, but his lips curved up into a half smile. "We done here?" he grunted.

"Thanks Jon. I'm taking my friend upstairs." My eyes shifted to Josh. "C'mon, let's head up to my place." Josh followed me. "You didn't eat, right?" I'd texted him to tell him not to eat.

"No, I did everything you asked." He cleared his throat.

Everything, eh? My pussy clenched. Thank fuck I wore panties tonight.

Side glancing, his cheeks reddened a little more.

We made our way to my flat, as I listened to him chat about his day and the software update he and Finn had been working on. It was clear he admired Finn.

"Shit, sorry. You don't want to hear about this. You must think I'm a right geek."

I turned toward him. "Trust me, geeks are hot. Intelligence turns me on. I couldn't entertain a guy that didn't excite my brain as well as my pussy."

Why did I just say that? But it was the truth.

We made it to my flat door and I let us in.

"Wow, you're weren't joking, you actually live here at Risk?"

"Yeah. It's pretty great, I can roll out of bed and be sat at my desk in ten." It was perfect, and I hoped to keep on Zack's good side so I could stay.

Closing the door behind us, I walked past him to drop off my purse on the table and silence my phone, placing it next to my purse. Turning around, he was still standing more or less at the door. He looked a little awkward.

Crooking my finger, I gave a come hither sign and then pointed to where I wanted him to stand, in the middle of the plush rug.

Taking my time, I made my way over to him. His breathing became more rapid with every step closer. Barely any space between us. I tilted my head up. "Tell me Josh, did you dress tonight with me in mind? What I might like?"

Bullseye.

What did an instruction, arousal, and anticipation have in common? Each induced a slight, irrepressible expansion of the pupils in the eyes. Windows to the soul I'd heard people spout, but for me it was the green light without verbal confirmation. But then again, seeing a dead body or being scared shitless would do the same, so I didn't use this as my only measurement. My gut did the rest.

He swallowed and licked across his lips, nodding. "Yes," he answer but his voice was a whole octave higher.

I ran my finger down the front of his t-shirt. "This off. I want to see you."

His hands moved fast. Reaching at the back of his neck, he dragged the t-shirt to expose his broad shoulder and chest.

Fuck me, he was beautiful, and I stared at his muscular chest with a dusting of fair hair that led to an oh-so-happy trail that stopped at the low handing waistband of his black jeans.

I had to stop myself from licking across those fine pectorals and abs. The man was cut.

I lifted my eyes to his, letting him see with no doubt that I liked what I saw.

Inhaling slowly, I walked around him. Trying to ignore the pool of arousal growing in my panties. Pressing my fingernail into the base of his neck, I dragged it slowly down his spine. He shivered, and I heard an audible gasp. "You certainly don't disappoint, baby-boy."

Christ knows why I started calling him, baby-boy. I'd never done it to any other sub, and I didn't date guys long enough to get attached. I used to think it was kinda cringe–but not with Josh.

"Thank you," he said.

Moving around him, he was sporting a sizeable erection... we would get to that.

"Shoes and socks off." I had a thing for bare feet. Stepping back. "You can leave them there?" He stood upright. Hmm, they were just as sexy. "Josh, you are sexy as fuck."

Once again, his pupils expanded. And I like he didn't try to bat off the compliment.

"Drink?" I asked.

He blinked like he wasn't expecting me to ask that. "Err, yeah. Beer, if you have it?"

"Sure, any preference on brand?"

"No. I'm good with whatever you have."

"Good. Sit at the table. I want to eat now."

"Oh. Okay." He moved toward the table.

He was eager to please, and I liked that, too.

I got him his drink and then set on heating the food. It didn't take long to serve it between us. "I hope you like Thai?"

"Love it." His eyes scanned each dish of food. "You cooked all this?"

A laugh bubbled from my lips. "Hmm, can I say yes to you?" I'd picked up the phone and ordered from the local Thai restaurant.

We sat and ate, and the conversation flowed freely. It was easier that I thought it would be. And even more strange. I liked it. But I had to bite my tongue more than once, wanting to find out if he had any interest in Alex or if my gut was firing blanks.

But that could wait.

Pushing away my plate, it was time to mix it up a little.

I lifted my glass and sipped on the only glass of wine I would allow myself. "I've thought about this—you all day." I would not tell him I'd been a little nervous.

Those cheeks flushed. "Me too, like you wouldn't believe." He inhaled a deep breath.

"I'm going to ask some questions and if you're honest with me, we'll have a little fun—understand?"

"Yeah. I think so."

Good, no sign of the brat I'd gotten a glimpse of in his messages. "Last night you told me you like it when I take control—yes?"

He nodded.

We would talk about how I needed him to use words later. Keeping him relaxed was more important right now.

"Have you let other partners... male or female, take control?" He'd been open about being bi, and it was difficult to understand why this hunk of deliciousness hadn't been snapped up by either sex.

The air left him in a rush. "No... I" he paused to think, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. "I asked one... a guy, Simon. We'd been seeing each other for about a month, he said he found it a turn off. Expected me to be the one in charge." His eyebrows furrowed. "Looking like this—" He leaned back and gestured to himself, but in now way arrogant or cocky. Just presenting the facts. "Gives off the wrong impression."

I knew what he meant and I'd been guilty of assumption until I saw his eyes. "I guess being built like a brick shit-house would give rise to the usual alpha stereotype."

His head tilted, studying me. "But not you?"

"No."

His eyebrows lifted, but said nothing.

I was curious to know. "Does Alex know?"

His face fell. "No. It feels kinda weird." He shrugged. "I think I'm embarrassed."

His honesty was refreshing.

I thought it was safe to assume that Alex hadn't shared with Josh whatever he was hiding, either.

Interesting.

"So tell me. What do you like, Josh?"

He blew out air. "Honestly. I'm not too sure. This is all new. Not that I haven't googled or watched all kinds of porn—" His mouth pulled into a tight line. "I'm not obsessed with porn or anything."

I held up my hand. "No judgment here. Porn is great. In dry spells, I use it to get off." I said casually, and his shoulders relaxed. "But tell me. What excited you—got you hard?"

He flashed me a smile. "You're very direct."

"Yes. I hate games. I'm always going to tell you what I'm thinking. Can you handle that?"

"Yes. I like it." His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. "Can I ask you something first?"

"Shoot."

"Do you have other subs? Guys, you're seeing?"

"I scene with a few. You understand what I mean when I say scene?"

He nodded.

"I scene with a few couples."

"Couples?"

"Yeah, I have a soft spot for my newlywed couple." Nate and Sophie "I see them once a week."

"But you don't see them outside of Risk. Date them, like this?"

"No." That answer pulled another smile from him. "So back to my question—what gets you hard?"

"Like you said last night. It's about control. I want to be controlled. Someone taking it from me."

"Why?"

He thought about my question. "I guess it started when my parents divorced. I was a kid and my mum wasn't in the best frame of mind—mentally, to take care of me and my siblings. I have two brothers and a sister." He lifted his glass to his lips, drinking his beer. "I had to be the grownup. Not showing it scared me shitless when Social Services called round threatening to take us into care if my mum couldn't look after us. So I stepped up, put away my emotions, and made sure they were all okay. Got fed. Clean clothes. Help with homework."

"How old were you?"

"Thirteen."

My heart ached for a young Josh having to grow up quickly. "Did your dad not help at all?"

He shook his head. "He left because he'd already started another family."

"I'm sorry. That must have been tough."

He nodded. "I can't give you a better explanation than that, really." He put down his glass and pressed a hand flat on the table.

I slid my hand across the table and rested it on his. "Good enough for me, because I love to tell a man what to do." I shifted my hand and lifted my glass. "What about pain?"

"I think I might like it, but not sure how far down the rabbit hole I'd go, not having done much." He looked down. "I bought some of those nipple clamps and tried them on myself."

"Nice. How did that go? What you expected?"

Lifting his head. "Weird, but yeah, it was better than I thought."

"But you've never been spanked, flogged or whipped?"

He shook his head.

"So I think it's safe to say no CBT either?"

"CBT?"

"Cock and ball torture."

His eyes widened, grimacing. "Nah-ah. Thinking of that has the opposite effect on my dick."

A wicked smile spread wide on my face. "It's quite popular. Don't knock until you've tried it, I say." Although I would push no one to try.

"I think I like my dick too much to torture it—and my balls too." He puffed out his cheeks for a second. "I want to have kids someday."

"That's fair." I laughed heartily at his openness. Normally new subs to the scene would agree to anything thinking it's all about pleasing their Dom or Domme. "There's no permanent damage." I refused to break the skin. Welts were just about doable.

"Do you do that a lot? Tormenting a guy's balls?"

"Different people, different fetishes." I shrugged. "That's why communication is important. In this game we live by safe, sane and consensual. I want to give you what you want and push you too, but only in the agreed limits already discussed."

"Okay."

"So, you want to talk some more? Ask me questions? Or—" I left it hanging, leaning forward a little, lowering my voice. "—Would you rather play a little?"

A slow smile stretched across his mouth, and I knew which he'd pick. "Play."

"Play it is." I poked my tongue out a fraction, pressing it against my upper lip. "Up. Jeans off. Underwear stays. Fold your jeans and place them on them on the arm of the sofa."

He couldn't move fast enough, and I lifted my wine to ease my dry throat as Josh popped the button on his jeans and slipped them down to show me his thick thighs.

My oh my and I could feel a pooling of heat in my underwear.

"Good." I put my glass down and pushed my chair out a little. "I'll warn you now. I like to take my time. It's all about anticipation."

He nodded.

"I want you to stand, feet shoulder width apart. Chest lifted and arched with your hands clasped behind your back and look ahead."

He did it without hesitation, and the rush of excitement was addictive.

"Good boy." A flicker of something passed over his face. "This is the inspection position. Different Dom's or Domme's have slightly different stances. But I like this...oh and my best-loved is the wait position, which is on your knees. But I want to keep you like this for now."

The image of a big strapping guy on his knees for me always spiked my arousal, and my fingers practically twitched to touch him, but I kept my expression guarded.

I walked across the rug till we're barely an inch apart. I like he hadn't smothered himself in cologne or strong deodorant. I got a hint of cedar with coconut. I reached out and placed a hand on his chest. "Whilst we play. I'm gonna control everything you do and make you do whatever I like." I stopped to give him a second. "Normally, we have a safe word. But for tonight. Just say stop." I studied his reaction. "Understand?"

He nodded.

"From here on in. I need you to verbalise your answers for me. It's important I know you're comfortable." I felt his heartbeat kick up a fraction.

"Yes, Ivy." He pulled his head back just a fraction. "Or do I call you Mistress?"

I smiled. This felt more personal than playing in one of Risk's playrooms with my regular subs. It shocked me to realise I wanted this connection between us. "I like hearing you say my name."

He smiled and his large blue eyes were all over my face and I had to remind myself to breathe.

No one had ever looked at me like that.

I brushed past the thought. Not wanting to focus on what that meant.

I let my hand run down his chest.  His nipples were hard and I paused to flick one.  He hissed, sucking in a breath and I dipped to lick over it.  He was responsive and goosebumps trailed up his arms.  Edging back my hand went further south, stopping when I touched the edge of his boxers. "Tell me Josh. Were you a good boy or bad boy last night?"

I'd told him via message he couldn't touch my cock.

His chest swelled, and I knew the answer. He was proud of himself.

"I did what you asked. I didn't touch my cock."

I queried a brow and his eyes widened, realising what he'd said.

"Your cock. I didn't touch your cock, Ivy."

Atta boy. "That makes me very happy, baby-boy." He sucked in another breath as my hand dipped lower and cupped his erection through the thin material. They were already damp from pre-cum.

I kept my eyes on him, and I could see the begging in his. "You want me to touch you Josh? Wrap my hand around this thick, hard cock?" I squeezed, but not too hard.

"Fuck," he muttered.

That was a yes.

"Yes, Ivy."

I remained quiet before I asked. "Ask me nicely then, Baby-boy."

His words came out in a rush. "Please, Ivy. Can you touch me?"

"Stay still." I let my hand slip inside and I wrap my fingers around him. He was literally throbbing in my hand and I stayed there, squeezing, exploring as I studied every expression he openly gave.

I pulled my hand free and as expected, his face dropped.

He thought it was going to be that easy to get off? Ha. Dream on, my sweet boy.

I walked backwards, our eyes pinned. The back of my knees touched the sofa, and I sat down, crossing my legs. Pointing one foot toward him. I jerked my chin up. "Take off your boxers."

Josh brought his hands around, hooking his fingers inside the elastic, and pushed them down to step out of them. "Leave them there." I pointed to the side of him. Normally I made the sub pick up all the clothing and fold them neatly. "I want to look at you."

He returned his hands to behind his back without being told, standing completely still.

Quick learner. I liked that.

Fully erect, I had the perfect view. I'd had the pleasure of seeing plenty of dicks, with only a few being impressive. Josh certainly made an impression.

It demanded attention, arcing upward..., and I liked high achievers. "You have a beautiful cock, Josh." He did. I never lied. "Hmm." I pressed a finger to my lips to appreciate it for a moment longer. "Long and thick." I tilted my head. "I bet you could wreak havoc with that thing?"

Usually guys with big dicks thought they were the dogs' bollocks and required little to no effort to get their partner off. They were wrong. And honestly, very few had actually made me want seconds...

In fact, I couldn't think of a single one. Oh...Maybe Zack. Yes. If he wasn't my boss, I would have hit him up.

He smiled, but again, not a hint of smugness.

"Turn around. Let me see that ass." Wow. Just like his cock. Impressive. "Do you prefer to bottom or top?"

"Both, Ivy."

Music to my ears. "So you'd be quite happy for me to stick a finger up your ass... rimming and or pegging?"

"Pegging?"

"Strap-on. I fuck your ass." I swore I heard him sigh. "But fair's fair. Anything that goes up your ass, I'm quite willing to return the favour."

This time, I definitely heard a groan.

"Turn back around." His face was flushed, and it wouldn't take much to have him on his knees-begging. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, Josh." A lustful shine burned his eyes. "Ride you until you beg me to let you come inside my sweet pussy."

He licked his lips. "You like the idea of fucking my pussy, Josh?"

"Yes, Ivy," he answered, his tone deepening in a crazy, sexy way that had my vagina panting and gave me a feeling of being intoxicated, even though I'd only had one glass of wine.

"I have to warn you, baby-boy. I've been told my pussy is like crack."

He tried not to smile, but it's there. "The addiction is worth the risk, Ivy."

Damn Straight.

Again, I schooled my expression. He's got a way to go before he's allowed near my precious vajayjay.

"I want to watch you touch yourself. Show me what you like."

He opened his mouth, then closed.

"But no coming and eyes on me at all times."

He nodded once, and as I lifted my eyebrow in expectation, he quickly realised he'd forgotten to answer verbally. "Yes, Ivy."

Atta boy.

His large hand wrapped around himself and his other hand slid underneath to cup his balls.

He stroked, slowly at first, letting his thumb brush over the head to spread his arousal. His chest rose and fell steadily and my body responded, and I wanted nothing more to crawl over and suck him into my mouth and let him fuck my throat.

But not yet.

Right now was all about making sure he understood what handing his control over felt like.