Brazen Ivy, page 16
“It’s something, isn’t it?” Elliott asked.
I could only nod. A striking multi-level pool beckoned, built into the side of a terraced hill and angled to catch the light of the setting sun. Water spilled over the edge to the lower levels, adding a soothing trickling sound that might lull me to sleep on a lazy, sunny afternoon.
Elegant loungers and tables dotted the tranquil diamond pattern pavers that flanked the sides of the pool. The sheer descent waterfall was designed to stun. But it’s how the gorgeous Italian tile adorning the jetted whirlpool reflected the setting sun, the twinkling lights strung over our heads and the blazing fire bowls that left me in awe. If the gated entrance, dazzling three-story mansion and the large circle drive hadn’t clued me in, this pool screamed money.
“Wow. Just wow,” I said.
“It’s pretty great. This place is my home away from home sometimes,” he added, greeting people who milled around.
“You have a rich uncle or something?” I asked.
His lips twisted, and a line formed between his eyes as if he’d drifted into deep thought. “This is more of an exclusive club.”
I started when Elliott’s fingers tugged the sleeve of my peasant blouse. “What are you doing?”
“Making you more comfortable,” he said sliding the fabric down my shoulder, the neckline falling dangerously low. I searched the property, looking to see how many people might catch Elliott undressing me. My eyes narrowed. Most guests in the pool splashed around naked. One enthralled couple fucked against the wall of the house as several men and women watched. Inspired by the scene in front of them, a few of the observers touched themselves. Or their partner.
Flashes of Elliott screwing me along a darkened hallway of the club blazed to life. More than likely, public banging wasn’t a first time experience for the mysterious man beside me. Had he watched it play out here and decided to try it out with me?
“Pull your top off.” His order sent a shiver trembling through me and made my mouth dry at the same time. Earlier I’d felt brazen, even fearless discussing safe words, but–
“Ivy.” His one word command put an abrupt halt to my thoughts. As he’d probably meant it to. Instead of debating with myself or him, I crossed my arms, grabbed the hem and tugged the peasant blouse up and over my head.
He winked at me. “See? Easy.”
“For you to say.” Or in his case: demand. My nipples tingled and tightened at the exposure to the night air and light breeze.
A man, I’d guess in his late fifties and a definite silver fox approached us. I fought the urge to cover my bared breasts but forced myself to stand there, as casual as the other partially naked men and women attending the party. The newcomer received me with a warm smile, but with a covetous gaze that made me understand he saw me as a sexual challenge. My breath hitched. In the past, Keith glared at me if I drew attention of other males, as if their appraisal was my fault. But Elliott greeted the older man with a comfortable handshake.
“Good to see you, Elliott. We wondered if you’d pop by this summer. Of course, now we understand your tardiness.” The man’s notice focused on me. His gaze trailed from my lips to my pink-tipped toes and back up, lingering at the juncture between my thighs and again on my breasts. The open, utterly appreciative appraisal was...intoxicating.
Elliott’s hand settled against the small of my back. Instead of rounding around my hip in a show of masculine possession, he exerted subtle pressure against my spine and drove me closer to the man.
“Ivy, I’d like to introduce you to our host, Mr. Felton.”
“Hello, you have a lovely home,” I said in that polite manner I’d learned from my grandmother. Except, Grams probably never expected I’d display that politeness half naked.
“Thank you, and you have gorgeous tits, Ivy. Mind if I?” Mr. Felton asked.
I opened my mouth to respond, but Elliott answered. “Go ahead.”
Then this man I’d just met, this stranger cupped my breasts in his hands. A ripple of pure, carnal pleasure shot through me, and my lips parted as I struggled to breathe. How could this feel so good?
Mr. Felton ducked his head and swiped his tongue across my nipple, and I shivered.
“Mmm,” he said against my skin, the vibrations honing my awareness of him. “So responsive.”
Mr. Felton straightened and glanced toward Elliott. “Available tonight?” Again he directed his question not at me.
“Still deciding,” my date replied.
Our host tweaked my nipple, his way to say goodbye. “Let me know when.”
I watched Mr. Felton turn and approach another circle of guests. I shook out the wrinkles of my blouse, ready to slide it over my body.
“Did I tell you to dress, Ivy?” Elliott asked.
I glanced up with him. The sun had fully set now, but the bulb lights around the patio and in the pool illuminated his face. The corners of his mouth weren’t lifting in that grin of his that left me weak in the knees. No teasing glint lurked in his eyes.
“No,” I said, then pressed my lips together.
“That’s right. Remember I decide who sees that sexy body of yours.” He held out his hand to me, palm up. “Hand it over.”
I understood his game better now. He planned to have me prance around this party topless to ramp up my hunger. My heartbeat quickened and heat flooded my cheeks, rippled down my neck and across my chest until warmth pooled between my legs. Still, something inside me resisted.
You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You have a safe word.
Yep, I could safe word myself right out of here. But Elliott promised me a pleasure I’d never experienced before if I’d trust him.
For a moment I crushed the material into a tight ball against my chest. I swallowed and then handed him my shirt, still warm from my skin.
Only when he held my top in his hands did he smile. He leaned over and kissed my temple. “I don’t find reluctance appealing, Ivy.”
“I guess you’ll have to get used to it,” I replied. He’d assured this wasn’t a Dominant submissive relationship, so I said what came to mind.
His breath fanned my cheek as he chuckled. “You’ve earned yourself some champagne.” He cocked his head to where a woman filled glasses from an elaborate silver fountain lit by candles and topped with fragrant roses and lilies. “Have you ever had Cristal? It’s called the wine of kings and queens.”
“No.” I’d only sipped champagne once before. My first boyfriend believed women shouldn’t drink, and it wasn’t until I’d become friends with Gemma and Melody did they tell me that idea was bullshit. When my acceptance letter to the Central Plains Institute of Science and Technology arrived, they’d bought us a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Of course, it was the cheap kind but still delicious, so I could only imagine how much I’d enjoy the Cristal.
“Get yourself a glass,” he urged, and I took off toward the linen-draped table. “Ivy.” Elliott called.
I rotated to him. Did he want some, too? Elliott rarely drank. “Yes?”
“Go the long way.”
A primal thrill rolled through my core. My man wanted to show me off. Display me. I should probably hate this, but I didn’t. My nipples tightened at the idea of more gazes on my body. Would additional men approach Elliott to ask if they could touch me? Taste me? More?
My legs shook as I set off again for the champagne fountain. As instructed, I took the long way winding around single men, couples and clumps of people. Conversations stalled as I passed by. No one attempted to fondle me, but few hid their obvious appraisal of my naked tits.
The changing lights of the pool did nothing to disguise my nipples as they puckered to tight, hard points. Goose bumps rose along my chest despite the warmth of the night air. By the time I reached the bar, I was parched and my skin ached for touch.
“Kind of heady, isn’t it?”
I rotated to see a woman standing at the fountain, filling two glasses with champagne. Like me she was topless, except she’d lost her skirt, too and stood beside me wearing only a lacy pink thong.
“Hi, I’m Sophie,” she said, and flashed me a friendly smile. I guessed her to be about five years older, her light brown eyes fringed with thick lashes, her red hair a luxurious wave down her back.
“I’m Ivy.”
Her full lips broke into a smile. “How are you liking your first time out to play?”
I glanced from side to side, feeling like the outsider I was. But no one stared at me so she must plan to make casual conversation despite our state of dress. Undress. I ran my hands up and down my arms. “Is it that obvious this is my first time?”
Sophie’s dainty nose twitched. “You’re a cross between deer in headlights, frightened bunny looking to dart away and hmmm... Now that I’ve started this animal analogy, I believe I must end this in the same vein.” She snapped her fingers. “Got it, a cat, eager for a pet but still a little skittish.”
I giggled, immediately liking this woman’s sense of humor. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted.
“Lower your arms and stick out your tits is my first suggestion,” she said with a wink. “Your body rocks, girl. Don’t hide it.”
I dropped my hands to my sides, but I wasn’t quite ready for a bona fide boob thrust.
Sophie placed her now filled champagne glasses on the table. “Don’t worry about not knowing what to do. That’s what Elliott is for.” Her gaze roamed over to where he stood, talking to several other men. “Damn, that man is so hot. You’re a lucky girl.”
I should feel jealousy, right? This gorgeous, sensual woman with her breasts and ass on display wanted the man who’d brought me. The man I longed for. Instead, satisfaction uncurled in my belly. “Yeah, he is.”
He must have sensed our scrutiny because Elliott glanced our way. His gaze burned for me. The one person in the house who kept a part of himself from me. I grew wet and ached for him to fill me.
“You’re the first woman he’s brought to a meeting. I should have known he likes to direct.”
Direct. Ah, the term made sense. I decide who looks at you. Who touches you. Who fucking fucks you. I shivered at the memory of Elliott’s words. Again. Because now I understood more, not in the abstract, but in practice.
The man Elliott spoke to glanced our way. A slow smile spread across his face when his gaze connected with Sophie’s. He stood about the same height as Elliott, a bit older, with that confident quality that only money yields. With the barest inclination of his head, Sophie retrieved the champagne flutes off the table. As she sauntered toward him, Sophie drew the eyes of many of the men and women in the group. She’d mastered that proud tits out stance.
“C’mon, Ivy. We’ve been summoned.”
I gripped the stem of my flute between my fingers and followed Sophie. I’d have to work on my slinky walk back at the cabin. Was I already planning on the next party? Slow your roll, Ivy. Get through this gathering first.
Sophie sidled up to the man speaking with Elliott, sliding her arm around his shoulders and passing over her other champagne glass. “Here you go, darling.”
Sophie’s guy kissed the top of her head, still talking with Elliott in quiet words. How they conducted casual conversation while two nearly naked women stood near and while a veritable buffet of nudity and shenanigans transpired on the grounds of the estate escaped me. I doubted I’d manage a simple comment on the weather.
“I’ll finish the beta testing on Tuesday,” Elliott said to Sophie’s companion, as I sidled up beside him.
“Excellent, Elliott. If it does what I expect it to, you’ll have a line of investors by the end of summer.”
Elliott’s shoulder muscles relaxed beneath my fingertips. His palm found the bare skin at the small of my back. “Liam, this is Ivy.”
Liam gently gripped my hand in his and smiled over to Sophie. “I told you his distraction had to be a woman.”
“And one who loves to play. All work and no play has made our Elliott here a very dull boy.” Sophie’s lilting laugh followed that announcement.
“Don’t encourage him too much, Soph darling,” Liam scolded. “This dull boy is about to make me a lot of money.”
Sophie played with Liam’s collar. “Surely he’s earned his playtime now.”
Liam gripped her fingers in his hand. “As have you.”
“Finally,” Sophie said with a sigh and downed the rest of her champagne. “Ivy, are you ready to indulge?”
Chapter 12
“May I take your glass?” We turned to find the young woman who’d been attending the food table behind us now holding a tray.
“Absolutely,” Sophie said, leaving her flute with the woman, her voice filled with anticipation and excitement.
Expectation singed the air like an electric current. The hovering suspense heated to a fever pitch. This must mean the decadent festivities will begin soon.
Liam drew Sophie to a small raised platform I hadn’t noticed earlier. To any causal visitor, they might assume it was a place for container plants or something completely innocuous. I mashed my lips together because my imagination ran wild with every kinky scenario I could conjure, and it only made me hungrier for Elliott. And his plans.
Sophie stood on the platform and the lights bathed her in a delicate glow. They used this spot as a display stage, and Sophie was Liam’s entry into Adult Show and Tell. Guests began to make their way over to the area.
“Do you want to move closer?” Elliott asked.
I shook my head. I wanted to be part of this, I really did, but not...too close. Elliott nodded in understanding. He stood behind me and pulled me gently against his chest. His warmth and strength enveloped me.
Liam said something to Sophie I couldn’t catch. With a smile she slid her panties down her legs and kicked them to the side in such a confident manner it left me breathless. Pure seduction. Half flirty, half provocation and one hundred percent effective. Her lids fluttered shut, and she swayed her curves to a song of her own making.
Her fingers trailed up her thigh. Over her belly. Across her chest. Sophie appeared in her element as she touched herself, not a moment of hesitation. Not a hint of shyness. The growing crowd around her responded.
“That’s it, Sophie.”
“Tweak your nipple.”
“You’re beautiful.”
If Sophie heard any of the comments, she didn’t appear to notice.
“Touch your pussy.” Liam’s words rang clear, and Sophie’s hand trailed down her sides in compliance. As if she only reacted to his voice. His commands.
With light butterfly strokes, she caressed the folds of her pussy. Toyed with the hood that hid her clit. Rubbed the seam to her entrance, her fingertips shiny from her wet heat. I’d never observed a woman masturbate.
Oh, I’d heard the phrases fap and pet the kitty, but those struck me as silly in comparison to Sophie, so free and liberated. She believed she deserved pleasure and brought it to herself without a moment’s hesitation. I should feel as though I’m intruding. Invading. Not mesmerized. I couldn’t look away if I’d tried.
With shaky hands I lifted the glass to my lips. I thirsted, but as soon as the delicious champagne hit my tongue, I knew it wasn’t drink I craved.
“He won’t suggest a thing she’s not ready for,” Liam whispered, his breath tickling my overheated skin. Delightful shivers shimmied across my shoulders.
Liam pointed toward two men. They hopped up on the platform, their erections evident in their dress slacks. The three of them moved together in a sensuous tangle of arms and legs. Mouths and fingers. Sophie ground her ass against one while unbuttoning the shirt of the man before her.
“James, show us how soaked you’ve got our Sophie,” Liam instructed.
With a nod, James sunk his hand between her thighs and toyed with Sophie’s clit before spreading her folds, showing the crowd her wet pussy. My breath hitched. I’d never realized how seeing another woman’s arousal, her pleasure, could spur me toward my own. James lifted his drenched fingers to his mouth and sucked. Would I be the same in a few moments? Opened and glistening for all to see? Blood rushed through my veins as my heart pounded.
Liam continued with his instructions. “Sean, fondle her tits.”
The man cupped Sophie’s breasts from behind, shaping and framing her for their audience. Liam jingled something out of his pocket. “Here.”
Sean caught the metal clamps against his chest, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He appeared to know his way around the sex toy and set to work, tweaking and pinching her nipples until they peaked to tight points. The skin beneath Sophie’s collarbone flushed and her areolas turned a dark, dusky hue. He snapped the clamp onto the puckered bud of first one breast, then the other. She bit her bottom lip and her head lolled to the side, her hair splaying about her naked shoulders.
His task complete, Sean stripped, his cock sprang from his pants hard and thick. He pressed himself against the crease of Sophie’s ass, his face a study in lust. She gyrated her hips, and a hungry smile touched her lips. James dropped to his knees, caught her waist and feasted on her cunt.
My moan was a raw keen, and I gasped. Every part of me focused on the erotic display in front of me. My breath grew more shallow and my blood sluggish. I ached between my legs.
James laved and sucked until Sophie’s knees buckled. Sean nudged her forward until she draped across the other man’s shoulder. James rose to his feet, taking Sophie with him. He carried her off the raised area and stalked to one of loungers by the pool, his hard dick bobbing as he walked.
He lowered her to the cushions, positioned her hips at the edge, spread her legs and speared her with his cock. I sucked in air as though my vagina had been deliciously invaded.
James pumped inside her, once. Twice. Sophie’s entire body tensed, and I knew she edged close to climax. Liam tapped him on the arm, and he slid from her pussy, his face tight and regretful. Sean stepped in the V between Sophie’s legs. He gripped her thighs; spread them wider and rammed inside her. Three additional men lined up for a turn. How many more would he allow to fuck Sophie?
