It’s time to wrap up this chapter of Ivy and Mark’s story. We decided to end with a little love. If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.
“I love you, too, Master,” Ivy crooned, the hint of a smile touching the corners of her lips. She was so exhausted, physically and emotionally, just the way she wanted to be.
Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight in silence for a few moments, as his breathing returned to normal. “So, what’re we doing tomorrow?” he asked. “Trying to pick up one of the tour guides?”
Ivy let out a low groan, “I don’t think I can handle that.”
Mark’s cock twitched inside her. “You’re the one that goes on cruises all the time. What do you think we should do?”
“Well, tomorrow, we dock down in the Bahamas! We scheduled a kayak tour. I hope I can move tomorrow,” she giggled.
“I guess we should go wash up,” Mark said. “I don’t want to move, though…”
“Me neither. Can we just stay here a little longer?” Ivy asked, her voice small. She would have batted her eyes up at him, but she knew he couldn’t see them anyway. She added a, “Please, Master?” for good measure, though.
Mark laughed and wriggled down on her. “If that’s what you want, pet. We both know how much you love being soaking wet and sloppy for me.”
She moaned softly, “I do, Master. There’s nothing more I want in the world.”
He kissed the back of her neck a few more times, laying against her and sighing happily as he untensed.
Ivy breathed deeply, even though having the weight of her Master on her back made it hard to fully draw a breath. Feeling his body against hers was comforting, though, and she didn’t want him to move for the world. As she felt his cock twitch inside her again, she squeezed her pussy around it, reveling in the feeling of him. She pressed her hips up against him just a bit.
Mark growled playfully in her ear and ground against her lightly, “Trying to get me going again, slut?”
Ivy smirked into the bed, “I mean… I wouldn’t stop you,” she said, letting her voice trail off.
Mark nibbled on her neck, “You are such a needy little whore. I should just drop you off naked in one of the lounges one night and see where that gets you.”
Ivy whimpered. “No, Master, please don’t do that.”
“Why not? We had two guys fuck you tonight, and that wasn’t enough. I guess the only thing to do is see how many you can take. We can borrow one of those little clicker counters from Stephanos.”
Ivy whimpered again, “No, please, Master, no more. Just you. Please.”
Mark twisted around a little, his softening cock popping free. “Oh, want me to be greedy and keep my sexy little slavegirl all to myself?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
She groaned appreciatively when he kissed her but squirmed at the loss of his cock. “I’m always yours, Master, and you’re more than enough for me on your own.” She closed her eyes and rested against the bed. She wanted to keep being sexy and flirty, but she was so tired.
He brought a hand up to lightly scratch between her shoulder blades. “I’ll let you go to bed now, but you’ll have to take care of me in the shower in the morning.”
“Of course I will, Master. I’ll take care of you in the shower right now if you want, Sir.”
“Are you sure you can make it to the shower? It feels like you can barely even keep yourself up in the bed, let alone walk over there.”
Ivy opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I might be unsteady, but I know you’ll catch me, Master.”
Mark rolled off of her, landing on the bed on his side, facing her. “I’ll always catch you, pet,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him.
She nuzzled into his chest, feeling safe, and secure, and loved. “I love you, Master.”
“I love you too, slut.” He kissed her softly on the lips.
She melted against him, their lips pressed together the only thing that mattered.
J R Vincente 