We’re home from our mini-vacation, and wishing we could be somewhere as extravagant and fun as Mark and Ivy. Let’s see what they get up to this week!
Chapter 7:
Sometimes Ivy worried that post-orgasm, her arousal would wane so much that it wouldn’t be sexy anymore. She glanced around at the people in the dark theater, but no one seemed to notice. She took stock of how she was feeling. Her pussy was still clenching, the plastic of the vibrator pressing into her folds. But she was still horny. She wanted more. It was all she could do not to climb on top of Mark’s lap in the theater, but she knew better than to do that.
The rest of the show, she waited, wondering when Stephanos would turn the vibrator back on, but the last notes rang out, the curtain fell, the lights turned on, and they stood up, still clapping. She turned to look at Stephanos and found that a different bartender was behind the bar. She didn’t have long to wonder where he went when she felt a hand on the small of her back. It wasn’t Mark’s hand.
It was Stephanos. His hand pressed into her back as he leaned around her, reaching out to shake Mark’s hand. The smirks on both of their faces made Ivy raise an eyebrow.
“That was fun,” Stephanos said.
“It was,” Mark agreed. “Thanks for lending a hand.”
“Any time.”
A look passed between them that Ivy could see but didn’t understand.
And then Stephanos was gone, and Mark was steering her out of the theater.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I thought we could take a stroll, head up to the pool deck.”
“Okay,” Ivy said, and she walked, feeling hot and aroused with the vibrator pressing against her.
They took an elevator up to the top deck, and just as the doors opened, the vibrator turned on. She looked sharply at Mark, who had his phone in one hand and the other was around her waist, steadying her as the vibrations started up.
She leaned into him, stifling a moan by biting her lower lip. “Master,” she groaned when the other people in the elevator exited, and they were alone.
“Yes?” he said, the smirk evident in his voice.
He guided her out onto the deck. They only had to cross ten feet of hallway before the sliding glass doors opened to the pool deck. They could hear music, and the chilly air made Ivy’s nipples pucker. “Where are we going, Sir?” she whispered.
“Up top,” he said, nodding to the spiral staircase that would take them up to the deck overlooking the pool. “Do you think you can do the stairs without help?”
Ivy wasn’t entirely sure, and she said so. She thought that he could have just turned off the vibrator for a minute, but she understood that he wasn’t going to do that.
When they got to the top of the stairs, the wind kicked up. They weren’t as sheltered up there. On one side of the wide deck was a balcony that overlooked the pool, and on the other, the high railing kept them from plummeting to the dark water below. It was beautiful. It seemed like they could see forever in all directions.
For a moment, Ivy forgot the vibrations as she was awed by the nighttime view. “Mark, look,” she said, pointing out to a small set of clouds that had periodic strikes of lighting hitting the water. It made Ivy shiver with fear. It could be a hundred miles away or a hundred yards. She had no perspective.
“That’s beautiful,” Mark said.
His calm deep voice soothed her, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling into her neck. She was sure he hadn’t turned up the vibrator, but she was suddenly hyper-aware of it. Her pussy clenched, and she could feel another orgasm building. “Master, I’m going to cum,” she moaned softly.
“Are you?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You haven’t asked permission, slut.”
“Master, pleeeease may I cum?”
“No,” he said, with no explanation or hesitation.
“Master,” she moaned softly, turning to face him. She pressed her face into the soft folds of his shirt. “Master, please.”
“You may cum under one condition,” he said, and he leaned down and whispered something in her ear.
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