Chapter 46: A startling realization

Ivy’s pov

The thick, angry head of Kai’s cock pressed against my lips. The scent of him, dark amber, vanilla bourbon, and the raw, musky smell of his arousal, filled my senses, dizzying and intoxicating.

My scalp stung from his grip; his hold on my hair was so hard it was almost unbreakable.

"Open up, little Ivy," he hissed, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated through my skull.

I clamped my mouth shut, turning my head to the side. "Go to hell."

He just laughed, a rough, nasty sound. "Oh, I’ll need some company in there." He used his free hand to grip my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks, forcing my head back into position.

He didn’t ask again. He pushed, the blunt, wet head of his cock forcing my lips apart, sliding over my tongue until he hit the back of my throat.

I gagged. My hands flew up, slapping against his hard thighs, my nails digging in, trying to push him away. It was like shoving against a brick wall. All I did was scrape his skin, which only made him groan, his hips jerking forward.

"That’s it," he grunted, his eyes rolling back for a second.

"Fight me. It just makes your throat tighter." He pulled back, just enough for me to suck in a desperate, ragged breath, before he slammed back in, deeper this time. "Gonna make you gag on it. Gonna fuck this smart mouth until you can’t talk back."

The salty taste of his cock exploded all over my taste buds, making me moan. The chair was hard beneath me, the dining room was huge; anyone could freaking walk in and see the jackass gorging me on his dick! Filthy hot liquid pooled in my pussy while I pinched his thigh, hard, twisting the skin.

He hissed, but instead of pulling away, he rewarded me with a sharp, punishing thrust that made me choke.

"You like that, don’t you? You love when I use you like this, like a dirty, filthy slut." His gaze dropped to my lap, and a slow, arrogant smirk twisted his lips.

"Look at you. Soaking wet for it, you’re grinding on that chair. You’re not even trying to deny it."

Humiliation burned through me, hot and sharp. He was right; I didn’t even freaking realize I was grinding my pussy on the hard chair.

I could feel the slick heat pooling between my legs. Oh my god, I should not want this or be getting aroused. In retaliation, I tried to pull back again, but he held me fast.

His free hand left my jaw, and I thought he was finally relenting. Instead, he brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap against my breast, right over my hardened nipple.

I screamed around his cock, the sound muffled, choked. The vibration made him throw his head back and roar.

"Fucking hell, yes," he panted, his eyes wild.

"Do that again." He slapped my other tit, just as hard. "Bounce for me," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Pull that dress up. Let me see that panty-clad ass bounce on the chair while I fuck your mouth."

"Fuck you," I managed to gasp when he gave me a bit of air.

He grinned, a terrifyingly beautiful sight. "Oh, you will." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving it feeling empty and achingly vacant.

I immediately started cursing him, every foul word I could think of, but he just watched me, his chest heaving, his cock glistening and angry. "God, I love that nasty mouth. You’re never nasty with Roman; it’s all mine."

"You’re the nasty one," I spat.

"Really?" He smirked, looping his leather belt around my throat, tightening it just enough to put pressure against my windpipe.

He fed his cock back into my mouth, deeper this time, and then pushed my head down, forcing me to take not just his length, but his heavy balls, too.

My face was buried in his crotch, his musky scent filling my head and senses, making me dizzy. My body was betraying me, loving every second of it.

"Bounce," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Defeated, utterly wrecked, I well... obeyed. I lifted my hips, my dress bunched around my waist, and slapped my ass back down onto the chair.

The wet, sucking sound echoed in the silent room. I did it again, and again, my juices splattering onto the wood, the rhythm matching his brutal fucking of my mouth.

"Fuck yes, that’s my good girl," Kai praised, his voice strained. "My personal fuckdoll. Take this cock like the good little slut you are. Choke on it while you look up at me."

My eyes rolled as he slammed his dick in the back of my throat over and over, spit streaming down my face as I gorged on him, lost in the raw, nasty, violent pleasure of it all.

With a final, guttural groan, he stiffened, his grip on my hair becoming almost painful as he flooded my mouth with his cum.

I moaned as he filled up my mouth. His cum was hot, salty, and endless. I swallowed convulsively, but it was too much, spilling from my lips, mixing with the spit and running down my jaw in a sticky trail. Oh lord, that was delicious.

He finally pulled out, and I slumped forward, gasping for air, my throat raw, my face a mess.

"Jesus Christ, Kai, you’re a fucking beast."

Roman’s voice cut through the haze. I hadn’t even heard him come in. He was there, a damp cloth in his hand, his hazel eyes filled with a mixture of concern and resignation as he looked at me.

"Oh, shut up," Kai scoffed, tucking himself back into his pants. He nudged my chin with his knuckle, forcing my head up. "Look at her. She fucking loved it."

A deep, mortifying blush flooded my cheeks. He wasn’t wrong. I had loved it. I pushed Roman’s hand away, wiping my own face with the back of my hand. "I have to... I have to go," I mumbled, scrambling to my feet and fleeing the room.

I should not have enjoyed that, but I did. That was embarrassing. I made my way down to the guest bathroom to wash my face and curse Kai’s name a million times before getting my phone out to see if the blackmailer had responded.

They had.

"We can work together. You help me, and you can pretend to be whoever you want to be, Ivy Harpley. You don’t, and Malachi is going to have to find out that the woman who just swallowed his cum isn’t the real housekeeper."

I froze, the blood draining from my face. That just happened. Like, barely five minutes ago. The blackmailer wasn’t just watching the house.

The blackmailer was in the house.