Sixteen hours of sexual torture at 40,000 feet sounds like a dream until you’re three hours in, straining against purple silk restraints with a throbbing erection that’s been denied release more tis than I can count.
“Please, Ivy,” I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as her fingers trace featherlight patterns along my inner thighs. “I can’t take much more.”
“Oh, I think you can,” she purrs, her purple eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. The private jet hums around us, the ambient noise of engines providing a soundtrack to my exquisite suffering. “We’ve only been in the air for three hours, Nick. We have thirteen more to go.”
My wrists strain against the silk ties securing to the luxurious leather chair. I’d agreed to this, enthusiastically, even, when Ivy suggested we make our journey to Suzuka “morable.” Now I’m questioning my life choices as she brings to the edge for what must be the tenth ti, only to pull away at the crucial mont.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmurs, her fingernail tracing the length of my cock, which twitches desperately at her touch. “All flushed and needy, just for .”
The cabin of Zenith’s private jet is dimly lit, the windows darkened despite the daylight outside. Ivy insisted on privacy for our “activities,” though there’s no one to see us anyway, she dismissed the flight attendants to the forward cabin with strict instructions not to disturb us unless called.
“I thought the point was for us both to enjoy this,” I gasp as her palm wraps around again, beginning another torturously slow stroke.
“Oh, I am enjoying this,” Ivy laughs, leaning forward to press a surprisingly tender kiss to my forehead. “And don’t pretend you’re not loving every second, even if you’re struggling.”
She’s right, of course. Despite the ache in my groin and the trembling in my thighs, there’s sothing intoxicating about being completely at her rcy, about watching one of the most powerful won in motorsport focus all her formidable attention on my pleasure, even if she’s deliberately withholding the finale.
“You know what I love about you, Nick?” she asks, her voice dropping to that intimate register that makes my heart race even faster than her touch. Her hand continues its maddening rhythm, bringing closer and closer to the edge. “You give yourself to so completely. Why is that?”
The question hangs between us, more intimate than her hand wrapped around my aching cock. My mind scrambles for an answer that won’t reveal too much, that won’t leave more exposed than I already am.
“I... I don’t know,” I stamr, the words catching in my throat.
Her lips find my neck, warm and soft, trailing a path of kisses from my collarbone to just below my ear. I shudder, my restraints pulling taut as my body arches toward her.
“Don’t you think it’s strange,” she whispers against my skin, her breath hot and damp, “how perfectly we fit together? How quickly this happened between us?”
Her teeth graze my pulse, and I gasp, my thoughts scattering like startled birds. The sensation of her mouth on my neck combined with her hand still working in slow, deliberate strokes is overwhelming.
“It’s... it’s fine, isn’t it?” I manage, my voice trembling as she sucks gently at the sensitive spot where my neck ets my shoulder. “We’re good together.”
She pulls back slightly, her purple eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart stutter. Her hand on my cock slows to an almost unbearable pace, each stroke maddeningly deliberate.
“Do you love , Nick?”
“Huh?” The question blindsides , so unexpected that for a mont I wonder if I’ve misheard her.
Her hand stops completely, resting at the base of my shaft, warm and still. Her thumb traces small circles against my skin, a gesture both gentle and threatening in its restraint.
“Do you love ?” she repeats, her purple eyes never leaving mine.
The air between us feels charged, dangerous. Panic rises in my chest, constricting my throat. My mind races with contradictory thoughts, how I’ve fallen into her orbit so completely, how her touch bewitches in ways Blair’s never did, how terrified I am of this intensity.
“I... I don’t know,” I stamr, averting my eyes from her penetrating gaze.
“Liar,” she whispers, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel.
Her hand suddenly resus its motion, faster now, building a rhythm that has gasping. My hips buck even harder as pleasure coils tighter in my core. Just as I feel the first telltale twitch, the precursor to release, her hand vanishes completely. I groan in exhaustion, my body trembling on the precipice of ecstasy with nowhere to go.
“It’s a simple question, Nick.” Her voice is deceptively gentle as she traces one finger along my jawline. “Just tell how you feel about .”
I’ve been brought to the edge so many tis that my nerves feel flayed open, my emotional defenses crumbling alongside my physical restraint. The constant denial has left raw, vulnerable in ways that transcend the physical. Tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes.
“I’m afraid,” I confess, the words breaking free before I can stop them. “I’m terrified of loving you, Ivy.”
Her hand stills completely, those purple eyes widening slightly. “Why?”
“Because soday you’ll throw away.” The admission burns my throat like acid. “Just like Blair did. Just like everyone does. And I can’t bear being blindsided again.”
Sothing shifts in Ivy’s expression, the predatory gleam softening into sothing caring. Without breaking eye contact, she slides down between my restrained legs, her movents fluid and deliberate.
“Look at , Nick,” she commands, though her voice lacks its usual edge.
I force myself to et her gaze as she lowers her head, pressing her lips to the base of my shaft in a kiss so tender it makes my breath catch. The sensation is electric, her warm mouth moving upward with excruciating slowness.
“I’m not going to throw you away,” she murmurs against my sensitive skin, her breath sending shivers up my spine. Her lips reach the tip, placing a reverent kiss there that makes whimper. “You’re mine now. And I protect what’s mine.”
My hips strain desperately, seeking more of her mouth, more of that exquisite warmth. “And what happens when my luck runs out?” I gasp as her tongue flicks lightly across my most sensitive spot. “When I stop being your good luck charm?”
She takes into her mouth completely then, a warm, wet heaven that has pulling desperately against my restraints. The sensation is overwhelming after hours of denial. Just as suddenly, she releases , rising up to look directly into my eyes.
“I love you, Nick.” The words hang in the air between us, startling in their simplicity.
I search her face for any sign of manipulation, any hint that this is just another ga. Finding none, I still can’t quite believe it.
“No, you don’t. It hasn’t even been two weeks, Ivy. What you love is that you think I make you win.”
Her eyes flash dangerously, but I press on.
“And I like that about you,” I add softly, holding her gaze. “I don’t hold your ambition against you. Your drive to win is your most captivating trait, but…”
She silences with a kiss so fierce it steals my breath. Her tongue invades my mouth, claiming completely as her hand wraps around my aching length once more.
When she finally pulls back, her purple eyes are molten with emotion. “Don’t you dare tell what I feel,” she growls, her fingers tightening around in a grip that’s just shy of painful. “Just because you make faster doesn’t an I can’t win on my own. I’ve had countless victories before you, Nick. I’ve stood on podiums around the world. I’ve felt the spray of champagne and heard crowds chanting my na.”
Her free hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. Her teeth graze the sensitive skin there, making shudder.
“None of it…” her tongue traces a hot path up my neck, “None of it compares to how I feel when I’m with you.”
Her hand resus its maddening rhythm, stroking with renewed purpose. This ti, she doesn’t stop as I approach the edge. If anything, her movents beco more determined, more focused.
“I love the way you taste,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. “I love the sounds you make when you’re desperate for .”
My entire body trembles on the edge of release, her words pushing closer to the brink. Just as I feel myself about to topple over, she stops again, leaving breathless and writhing against my restraints.
“Ivy, please,” I beg, beyond sha now. “I can’t take anymore.”
A wicked smile spreads across her face as she slides down between my legs again. This ti, she brings her fingers to her mouth, slipping them between her perfect lips before slowly drawing them out, glistening with her saliva. With deliberate sensuality, she uses those sa fingers to part her lips, revealing the warm, wet heaven within.
“Tell you love , Nick,” she commands, her voice a sultry purr as she holds her mouth open, tantalizingly close to my throbbing length. “Say it, and I’ll let you finish right here, all over my precious tongue.”
The sight of her waiting mouth, her fingers holding herself open for , sends a jolt of electricity straight through my core.
My mind reels with conflict, desire warring with self-preservation. The words she demands stick in my throat like barbed wire.
I want to say it. God knows I already feel it, but sothing deep inside rebels against surrendering this final piece of myself. More hot tears of frustration spill down my flushed cheeks.
“I’m not ready yet, Ivy,” I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. “Please... I can’t.”
Her purple eyes flash dangerously. The fingers holding her lips part snap shut as she rises to her full height, looming over with predatory intensity. A low, animalistic growl emanates from deep in her throat.
“Yes, you are, Nick,” she snarls, her voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my insides liquify. She grips my jaw with fierce strength, forcing to et her gaze. “Now fucking say it.”
The dominance in her voice sends a jolt straight to my groin.
My body betrays , cock twitching eagerly despite my emotional hesitation. Sothing about her absolute certainty, her refusal to accept my reluctance, breaks through my defenses.
“I love you,” I gasp, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “God help , Ivy, I love you.”
Her expression transforms instantly, fierce possessiveness lting into radiant triumph. Without warning, she devours with the scorching, slick embrace of her mouth, taking so deep I see stars. After hours of denial, the sensation is overwhelming, like being struck by lightning.
My orgasm hits with brutal intensity, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through . Ivy doesn’t pull away, her throat working as she swallows everything I give her, her purple eyes never leaving mine.
When the last shudder subsides, she releases with a satisfied smile, licking her lips with deliberate sensuality.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” she purrs, reaching up to release one of my wrists from its silken prison. “And you ant it too. I can tell when you’re lying.”
I collapse back against the chair, trembling in the aftermath of my release, my chest heaving as if I’ve run a marathon. Sothing primal and terrifying claws at my insides, a fear deeper than the physical vulnerability of being half-tied to this chair.
“Ivy,” I gasp, my voice breaking as panic surges through . “Please don’t throw away when you’re done with .”
The words tumble out raw and unfiltered, exposing the deepest wound Blair left behind. My breath cos in shallow, rapid bursts.
Ivy’s expression transforms a wide evil smile. She cradles my face between her palms, thumbs gently wiping away tears that have been collecting on my face.
“Nick,” she whispers, her voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.
I force myself to et those hypnotic purple eyes, expecting to see pity or perhaps annoyance at my emotional breakdown. Instead, I find sothing that pilfers what little breath I have left.
“I promise I won’t ever throw you away,” she says, each word precise and deliberate. Her lips curve into a smile that’s surprisingly gentle. “I love you too much for that.”
Her fingers find again, wrapping around my still-sensitive length with a gentleness that contradicts the intensity of monts before. I gasp, my body simultaneously recoiling and leaning into her touch.
“Ivy, I just…”
“Shh,” she whispers, her thumb circling the head with practiced precision. “We’ve got a long journey still ahead of us, my love. This was just the beginning.”
Despite my body’s protests, I feel myself responding to her touch again, blood rushing south with alarming eagerness.
“You can’t possibly expect to…” My words dissolve into a squeal as she increases her pressure slightly, her rhythm maddeningly perfect.
“I expect everything from you,” she whispers, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on my forehead. “And you’ll give it to , won’t you? Because you love .”
The words hang between us, my own confession echoing in my mind. I did an it, that’s what terrifies most. Sohow, in this whirlwind of chaos since Blair discarded , I’ve fallen completely under Ivy’s spell.
“Yes.”
Ivy with the long tongue
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