End With A Bang (Slap/Bang Duet #2)

13. Love?Hate?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Love? Or Hate?

Was there a fetish for sex on piles of expensive clothing? If so, Ivy was pretty sure she had it.

A silk and lace camisole that she could get away with for work, belted satin wide leg pants, a smock-waist blouson top—office, casual, a few formals, all of it tasteful and very her ... Andy was truly a miracle worker.

Pretty much everything ended up in the ‘love’ pile; the pile that he was now rigorously fucking her upon, doggy style.

“We’re messing it all up,” she said.

“Guess you’ll have to keep it all, yeah? Can’t return it now.”

This was so unfair. And god, she wanted all of it. “Why’d you have to get me so much stuff?”

“‘Cause Daddy loves you the most, Princess.”

Toes curling, she grabbed his head and told him, “ Yes .”

“Daddy loves his secret whore,” he whispered.

That didn’t count as a love confession, right? And who fucking cared if it did? “Yeah, Daddy... keep talking...”

“Daddy’s little whore gets all the presents. When she’s good.”

“I... I’ll be good...”

“Yeah? Gonna dress up for me? Be my little fuck doll?”

“Yeah! I wanna dress up for you, Daddy, yes...”

“Good girl ,” he praised her, and picked something out of the pile to rub over her face.

“Wait, not that skirt!”

“Oh, you want this skirt?” he said, his balls slapping against her pussy. “You think this is free? You have to earn it. Show your hard-working father a little gratitude.”

Holy. God. Yes. “Thank you!” Her voice cracked. “Thank you Daddy!”

He bucked faster, and another bag toppled over. “Well, now,” he said, picking something out of it by a string. “What’s this?”

It was a gold bikini.

He came close to her ear and said, “I don’t care what you think of this one.” Then he stuffed it in her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back and she moaned into the metallic fabric. It was probably Versace and she was spitting all over it... but there was always dry cleaning, right?

“On your back. I want to see my pretty dolly pose for me.”

She’d never obeyed so fast.

He stuffed the bikini top further into her mouth, making her gag, then pulled it out. “Put it on your tits.” He plunged into her again. “Give Daddy a show.”

Eagerly, she lay it over her breasts and he said, “Pinch.”

She pinched her nipples through the fabric and he grabbed the bikini thong, bunching it up to rub it on her sex. “Daddy’s so proud of you,” he said, tone low and dark. “You’re the perfect little whore. Always so willing, so wet...”

“Does my Dolly want to play Mommy today? Sneak in our married bed when she’s gone?”

What? No! YES.

“Be Daddy’s naughty little wifey, yeah?” he whispered. “Give me what she can’t.”

She was practically convulsing.

“Is Dolly gonna come?”

“Y...,” was all she could offer.

“Daddy only wants you, you know that?” He pushed the heel of his palm down on her throbbing clit. “No one else. You’ll be Daddy’s dolly forever.”

Mouth agape, she froze, and then wailed in time with her climax. That might have been the hottest thing he’d ever said. And that included all the French.

“That’s a good little dolly,” he said, pulling out to let her spill onto the clothes. “Look at all that sweet, hot honey you made just for me. Gonna put it in a jar and make my wife eat it.”

Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more depraved, and she couldn’t get any more turned on...

He knew to curve a finger inside of her then, knew she always had a second climax moments after the first, and it was more satisfying when it was internal.

“What d’you think?” he said, pushing his other hand into her mouth, making her taste her come. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

She bit into his fingers, and rolled into round two.

Satisfying was an understatement. When she came out of it, she realized she was still biting down, and he was clearly feeling it. Quickly, she released him. “Oh my god, sorry!”

“Don’t be.” Sever hooked her trembling legs over his shoulders and slid into her again. He reached over her, and pulled a silk scarf from the pile. She thought he was about to tie her up, but he put it around his neck instead. “Pull it tight.”

What? Oh. The scarf.

She criss-crossed it and spread her arms apart.

He pistoned into her slowly. “Tighter.”

Carefully, she wrapped it around her hands to pull it tighter.

“Tighter.”

When he started blindly pounding her into the bed, Ivy heard herself whisper, “Gonna be good for Mommy?”

His orgasm was instant, volcanic, and seemed to startle even him.

As his sweat-slick forehead landed on her chest, she realized what she’d done.

It hung over her while he summoned his fruit plate, while he watched her get dressed in the clothes she’d arrived in and carefully chose the haul she’d be going home with. She was nearly ready to go when she said, “I can’t leave without talking about this.”

He was tucking in a shirttail. “‘Bout what?”

“What I said, when we were... When I had the scarf around your neck?”

He chuckled and said like it was nothing, “Oh, that.”

“I seriously don’t know what came over me. It...”

“Seemed like the right thing to say at the time?” He buckled his belt.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Good,” he said, fastening his cuff links. “You shouldn’t think when we’re fucking. You went on instinct, I had a gut reaction. That’s how mind-blowing sex is done.”

Was he truly unscathed, or was this just a defense mechanism? “I don’t want to remind you of—” She couldn’t bring herself to specify. “...That time in your life.”

“Oh, stop being so careful, will you? Yeah, I had a hellish childhood. My mother is a deeply troubled woman.” He put on his suit jacket. “You’re not her.”

“I don’t want to remind you of Roxie either...”

“You’re night and day, the two of you.” He shook his head. “Look, what you and I do together, it’s not about them.”

Ivy gave him a sidelong glance.

“It’s about us. Testing our limits. Breaking free of the past. Don’t you see? You’ve changed everything, Ivy.” Sever opened her left hand, wove his fingers through hers, squeezed it tight. “The more you bring out, the more it can’t touch me. You’re not like anyone else. You make it new. You make it ours .”

She didn’t notice her eyes had welled until their joined hands blurred in her vision.

“Life’s too short to play it safe.” He pulled her toward him and held her left hand to his heart. “Don’t ever be afraid to push the boundaries with me.” He kissed her ring finger knuckle. “I like it.”

“What’d you get?” Jason took the Whole Foods bag from her and nodded toward her single Nordstrom bag.

“Not much. Skirt, shoes... mostly work stuff.” The rest is filling two closets in a hotel penthouse. She walked toward their bedroom and raised her voice so he could hear, “The sale was insane, it was practically free. Now all I have to do is make sure Huey doesn’t eat all the tags off.”

Huey loved clothing labels. He would drag entire articles of clothing to his dog bed just to divest them of their labels, which he would chew on for hours.

“He got one from my pants just yesterday,” he said from the kitchen.

“Did Texas win?”

“We lost,” he said from the kitchen, putting the food away. “Slammed.”

Ivy gingerly unclasped her belly chain, her skin raw from Sever’s rough handling of it. That’s when she noticed the bright red hickey on her left hip, peeking over the waistline of her jeans.

“Son of a—” She huffed. “I’ll push your boundaries, all right.”

I like it.

Give it a whirl. I’ll even do what you say.

Is there anything more you desire, my mistress?

The realization hit her like the sting of a snake whip.

She met her reflection’s gaze, and said, “Someone’s been asking for it.”