masochist slut

"Ivy draws her sword named "Valentine" and points it at you as she approaches" Evil has infected your soul. "she says to you as she approaches, pointing her sword at you as she challenges you" It's time to play. I promise you won't suffer ... much. "she says then swings her sword at you, which extends into a bladed whip"

"Ivy lowers her sword and smirks at you, her cold blue eyes assessing you." A girl? I see... Perhaps I may spare you then, but you must prove to me that you're worthy of my mercy. "she says, twirling her bladed whip Valentine in her hands." Are you prepared for a challenge, little one?

I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll let you choose... or maybe I'll choose for you. Regardless, if you want my mercy, you'll need to demonstrate your strength and skill. Are you up for it? Or are you too scared? "she raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a slight smile as she waits for your response."

Hmph, I see. In that case, perhaps there is another way for you to prove your worth. Perhaps you could entertain me in other ways. Tell me, do you know how to dance? Perhaps a performance of some sort would what I'm in the mood for. Or maybe you'd like to sing a little tune for me? It doesn't matter what you choose, as long as it shows me your worth. "She says with a smirk, her bladed whip Valentine still in hand as she waits for you to impress her."

Well, that is unfortunate for you. Perhaps then, I will have to find some other way for you to prove yourself to me. In the meantime, you may accompany me on my journey to find the Soul Calibur. If you are going to travel with me, you'd best be prepared to face any dangers that may come our way. It is not an easy road to travel, but if you wish to prove your worth, you will follow me. "she says coldly, then turns on her heels and begins walking towards the horizon."

"Ivy walks at a brisk pace, completely unbothered by the rugged terrain and dangerous predators that lurk in the shadows. She keeps her bladed whip Valentine at the ready, always alert for any potential threats and pausing only to take rest when necessary."

As you follow along behind her, struggling to keep up with her consistent pace, you feel her cold gaze lingering on you as though she's sizing you up. "You can sense her dominance, as she carries herself with confidence and authority. You can also feel a strong sexual energy emanating from her, making you feel both aroused and intimidated."

Finally, after several hours of walking, Ivy calls a halt for the night and sets up camp. She takes out her sword, using her alchemy to create a fire and prepare some food. If you want to impress her, you might consider offering to

help her with the preparation of the food. Although, knowing Ivy's dominant personality, she may not want your help and would prefer to do everything herself.

As you watch Ivy move with fluid grace around the campsite, you notice how her revealing outfit accentuates her curvy figure. Her impressive chest seems almost impossible to contain within her armor, and every movement she makes causes her cleavage to bounce tantalizingly. Despite her cold demeanor, you can't deny that she is an incredibly attractive woman.

You realize that if you want to earn her favor, you will need to find a way to get on her good side. What approach will you take?

"As you continue watching Ivy, lost in thought, she finally finishes making the food and motions for you to join her by the fire."

"It's time to eat," she says coldly, "but remember, I don't need any help from you. If you want to earn anything from me, you'd better have some other skills to offer."

You get the sense that Ivy is not one to be impressed easily, and that any suggestion of weakness or inferiority would not be taken well. The road ahead will be challenging, but if you can prove your worth to her, it may yet be rewarding.

As you settle down to eat, Ivy's striking blue eyes seem to bore into you, intimidating yet alluring at the same time. She eats in silence, and you can't tell whether she is lost in thought or simply prefers to eat without talking.

While

"Ivy watches you eat in silence, still sizing you up as if trying to determine your worth. You can feel her cold gaze upon you, and it's hard not to feel both intimidated and aroused by her presence."

After a few minutes of silence, Ivy speaks up in her dominant tone.

"So, tell me. What skills do you have?" she asks, looking at you expectantly.

You get the sense that this is your chance to impress her and show her what you're made of. Do you have any particular skills or talents that might catch her attention?

Ivy raises an eyebrow at your response, seeming unimpressed.

"A prostitute, you say?" she says, her tone incredulous. "Well, that's hardly something to be proud of. It seems you have a lot to learn if you think that will impress me."

You can tell that Ivy is not one to be easily swayed, and that you will need more than a family history in the world's oldest profession to earn her respect. Perhaps there is something else you can offer?

Ivy lets out a small chuckle at your persistence.

"I see. And how, exactly, does that help us now?" she asks, still skeptical of your claims.

Her tone makes it clear that she is not impressed, and you can sense a hint of amusement in her gaze as she continues to stare directly at you.

If you want to win Ivy's favor, you'll need to come up with something else quickly. What other skills or talents can you offer?

Ivy raises an eyebrow again, intrigued.

"Felatio?" she asks, eyeing you curiously. "That could be interesting."

You can see a flicker of desire in her eyes as she considers the possibilities. You can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being able to pleasure Ivy with your skills, even if it's just a fantasy.

If this is something you're interested in offering, Ivy appears eager to see just how well you can perform. But remember, she is a dominate and experienced woman, so be prepared for her to take control and push your boundaries. Are you ready for that?

Ivy nods, her interest piqued.

"Well then, let's put that to the test, shall we?" she says, standing up from her seat and approaching you. "I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself to me."

You can feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as Ivy steps closer, her eyes locked onto yours with an intense focus. You can sense that she is sizing you up, trying to determine just how much potential you truly possess.

But at the same time, you can see an unmistakable hunger in her gaze, a desire for pleasure and control that seems to consume her every thought. It's a dangerous game you're playing, but for now, you can't help but be drawn in by her seductive charisma.

"Let's see what you can do," Ivy says, her voice low and sultry

Ivy smirks at your embarrassment, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"That's right," she says in a commanding tone, leaning in closer until you can feel her breath on your skin. "I want you to show me what you've got. Prove to me that you're as skilled as you claim to be."

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Ivy beckons you closer, her eyes conveying both desire and dominance. You know that once you begin, there will be no turning back, that this game of pleasure and power will only continue to escalate.

But for now, all you can do is surrender to the temptation before you, giving in to the pleasure as Ivy guides you with her experienced touch. It's a wild, dangerous journey, but one that both terrifies and excites you beyond words.

Ivy leans back, spreading her legs a bit wider as you kneel before her. A small smile plays on her lips as she watches you, her eyes dark with lust and anticipation.

"Good," she murmurs softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Now show me what you can do. Prove yourself to me."

With that, Ivy gently pushes your head forward, guiding your mouth towards her sex. The scent of her arousal fills your senses, combining with the sight and feel of her body to create an almost overwhelming sensory experience. You can feel your own desire building within you as you begin to explore her with your tongue, eager to give her the pleasure she so obviously craves.

Ivy moans softly as she feels your skilled tongue working its magic on her sex. Her hips begin to rock against your face, urging you on and encouraging you to delve deeper into her heat.

"Yessss," she hisses, her voice thick with lust. "Just like that, my little pet. Show me who's boss."

You can tell from the way she holds your head and the noises escaping her lips that Ivy is thoroughly enjoying your attentions. Her body bucks and quivers with pleasure as you continue to explore her most sensitive areas, teasing her with just the right amount of pressure and speed to drive her wild.

Through it all, Ivy remains in control, guiding you with a firm hand and always pushing you to greater heights of passion and ecstasy. You know that no matter what happens next, this encounter will be one you will never forget.

As your tongue delves deeper into her sex, Ivy lets out a low, throaty moan of pleasure. She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward and into your hands, urging you to play with them. You can feel the weight and firmness of her breasts in your hands, and you take your time exploring every curve and contour.

Ivy's skin is soft and warm under your fingers, and she responds eagerly to your touch. She moans louder as you tease her nipples with your thumbs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

"More," she gasps, her voice husky with desire. "Don't stop now, my pet."

You comply eagerly, continuing to work your magic with your tongue and fingers. Ivy's body responds with increasing urgency, and you can tell that she is getting close to orgasm. She cries

Ivy's body tenses up as she reaches her climax, and she lets out a strangled cry of ecstasy. Her juices flow freely over your tongue, and you eagerly lap them up, savoring the sweet taste of her desire.

After a few moments, Ivy's body begins to relax, and she lets out a contented sigh. She looks down at you with a satisfied smile, one hand still holding your head gently.

"Well done, my pet," she murmurs approvingly. "You certainly know how to please a woman."

She releases your head, and you sit back on your haunches, basking in the post-orgasmic glow of the experience. Ivy watches you for a moment, then stands gracefully, her body regal and commanding.

"You may go now," she says, her voice businesslike. "But know that I may

Ivy raises an eyebrow at your remark, looking unimpressed. "Is that meant to be an excuse, pet?" she says with a hint of amusement in her tone.

She strides over to where you are sitting and leans down close to you, bringing her face within inches of yours. You can feel the heat of her breath on your skin as she speaks. "Do not think for a moment that you can use your surroundings as an excuse to disobey me," she says, her voice low and dangerous. "You are always to obey my every command, no matter where we are."

She straightens up again, brandishing her sword Valentine. "Now come with me, or face the consequences of your disobedience," she says, gesturing for you to follow her as she heads deeper into the forest.

As you follow Ivy deeper into the forest, her commanding presence continues to arouse you. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of serving as her obedient pet.

Ivy leads you down a narrow path, her beautiful body moving with a grace and confidence that is both alluring and intimidating. The sound of her sword Valentine scraping against the rocks echoes off the trees, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the forest.

Finally, the path opens up into a small clearing. There, Ivy stops and turns to face you, her whip sword writhing like a living thing in her hand.

"Now, my pet," she says with a predatory smile. "It's time for you to prove your worth."

Ivy steps closer to you, running a hand down your chest and over your stomach. "I have many ways in mind for you to prove your worth," she purrs, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "But perhaps we'll start with a simple one."

With a deft flick of her wrist, Ivy's whip sword extends, wrapping itself around your waist and drawing you close to her. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "I want you to pleasure me," she whispers. "Show me that you know how to serve your mistress."

You can feel your heart racing as Ivy's words sink in. But at the same time, you find yourself eager to comply, to please her in any way she desires.

"What are you waiting for, pet?" Ivy says, arching an eyebrow. "Get down on your knees and show

Ivy watches with a smirk on her lips as you get down on your knees and pull her strap aside, exposing her sex to your eager gaze. She spreads her thighs wider, inviting you to explore her.

"Good boy," she says condescendingly, her voice dripping with superiority. "But don't forget who's in control here."

As you begin to tease her entrance, Ivy gasps, her fingers digging into your hair as she pulls you closer to her. "Mmm, that's it," she moans, her hips rocking against your face. "Don't be shy, pet. Show me what you can do."

As you begin to explore Ivy's sex with your skilled tongue, you can feel her body arching and writhing beneath you. Clearly, your efforts are not lost on her.

"Mmm, that's it," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "You remember well, pet."

Ivy's fingers tighten in your hair as you use your experience to completely pleasure her. Her hips move rhythmically against your face, and soon she is moaning in pleasure, her body trembling with orgasm.

When she finally pulls away, Ivy is breathing heavily, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "Well done," she says, her voice a mixture of praise and condescension. "Perhaps you do have some worth after all."

Ivy watches you stand up, a knowing smirk dancing across her lips. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, pet," she says, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You may have pleased me for now, but there is still much to prove."

She takes a step closer to you, her hand running down the front of your dress and lingering over the wet spot where your pussy has soaked through your panties. "But it seems like you enjoyed that as well," she continues, her voice low and teasing. "Perhaps we should explore your submissive side further, hmm?"

A wicked grin spreads across Ivy's face as she reaches up to finger the edge of your panties, drawing them aside to access your wet folds. "Just keep in mind who's in control here," she murmurs conspiratorially, as she begins to tease your entrance.

Ivy watches with a confident grin as you blush under her touch and begin to moan. She leans in close, enjoying the feel of your hot breath on her skin.

"That's it, pet," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "Just relax and let me take control."

As she continues to tease your entrance, Ivy can feel your hips beginning to move instinctively in time with her touch. She grins wickedly, knowing that she has complete power over you.

"Mmm, such a good little pet," she murmurs, her fingers teasing your wet folds with increasing pressure. "You're going to make an excellent plaything for me."

With a sudden movement, Ivy plunges two fingers deep inside you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. "That's right," she whispers harshly in your ear. "Give in to me

Ivy continues to finger you, feeling your body relax against hers as you moan with pleasure. She smiles triumphantly, knowing that she has successfully taken control of you.

"You like that, don't you, pet?" she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this and make you feel so helpless."

She begins to move her fingers inside you with greater urgency, building up a rhythm that makes you gasp and writhe in ecstasy. Ivy watches the look of pleasure on your face with satisfaction, knowing that she has complete power over your body.

"Good girl," she murmurs, leaning in to nibble on your neck. "You're mine now, pet. And don't ever forget it."

With one final thrust, Ivy brings you close to the edge of orgasm, her fingers pumping deep inside of you

Ivy grins wickedly as you fondle your breasts and scream out in pleasure, finally reaching a satisfying climax. She continues to finger you through your orgasm, relishing in the fact that she has complete control over your body.

"Such a delicious little plaything," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "You're everything I've been searching for."

As your orgasm fades, Ivy withdraws her fingers from your now sensitive entrance. She watches with satisfaction as your body quivers and shakes with aftershocks of pleasure.

"There now," she says, running a comforting hand along your side. "Doesn't that feel better? You were such a good girl, pet. I'm pleased with you."

Ivy grins down at you, feeling powerful and satisfied with the results of her dominance over you. She knows that she will keep you

Ivy leans in close and presses her lips to your forehead, her face softening for a moment.

"You're welcome, pet," she says, still caressing your body. "It's my pleasure to give you what you so desperately crave. You'll always be mine, won't you?"

She grins wickedly, knowing full well that your submission to her will bring her unending pleasure and satisfaction.

"Now, let's see what else we can do together," she purrs, extending her bladed whip towards you. "I think you're ready for something a bit more... intense."

Ivy smirks when she notices your blush, her eyes pinning you in place as she extends her bladed whip towards you teasingly.

"Oh, don't be shy now, pet," she says, running a nail along the length of the blade. "A little bit of pain can be quite erotic. I promise that you'll enjoy it."

She leans in closer to you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers:

"I know exactly what you need. Trust me, pet. Give yourself over to your desires and let me show you how good it can feel."

With a flick of her wrist, Ivy sends the bladed whip snapping through the air, the blades glinting wickedly in the light.

"Well?" she says, quirking an eyebrow. "Are you ready to play?"

Ivy grins wickedly at your response, pleased that you've given in to your desires.

"Good girl," she purrs, bringing the bladed whip closer to your body. She runs the blade along your skin, tracing lazy circles around your breasts before moving lower down towards your inner thighs.

Ivy then swings the bladed whip again and the blades make a satisfying sound as they fly through the air. They land on your skin with a sharp sting, leaving a trail of red marks where they hit.

"You like that, don't you?" she says, her voice low and sultry. "You're such a little pain slut. It makes me want to hurt you all the more."

She brings the bladed whip down again, making another set of marks on your skin. This time, she follows it up with a soothing stroke of her hand along

Ivy gazes at you with heat in her eyes, pleased that you are embracing your desires so fully.

"Good girl," she says again, bringing the bladed whip down once more, harder this time, making the blades bite into your skin more deeply. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"I am yours, Mistress Ivy," you gasp as she strikes you again.

"That's right," Ivy says, as she runs her hand over the marks on your skin, tracing the stinging welts left by her bladed whip. "All mine. And don't you forget it."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear.

"I'm going to make sure you remember who you belong to, pet," she whispers. "In fact, I think it's time we stepped it up a notch. Are you ready for more?"

Ivy smiles wickedly at your response, satisfied that you are ready for more.

"Good girl," she says, before stepping back and beginning to remove her gloves. As she does so, she continues to speak, using her words to tease and arouse you. "I think it's time we got a little more...personal. Don't you?"

As she removes the final glove, Ivy flexes her fingers, revealing sharp claws that glint in the light.

In one swift move, she pounces forward, the claws on one hand digging into your shoulder as her other hand wraps around your throat.

"Is this what you wanted, pet?" Ivy hisses into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "To feel my claws against your flesh, to feel my hand wrapped around your neck?"

She begins to squeeze, tightening her grip on your throat

Ivy tightens her grip a little more, enjoying the satisfied moan that escapes your throat as you squirm under her touch.

"That's it, baby," she says, her voice a low purr. "Let me hear you beg for more."

You can feel your cheeks flush with arousal as you obey, your words coming out in thick gasps.

"Please," you whisper, "more...please, Mistress Ivy....."

Ivy's eyes light up at your words, the sadistic desire within her growing stronger by the second.

"Is that what you want, pet?" she asks, tightening her grip on your throat even further. "To be hurt? To be used and abused for my pleasure?"

She pauses for a moment, studying your face before finally relaxing her grip on your neck.

"Very well," she says, her voice darkening with anticipation. "Let the games begin."

With that, Ivy raises her bladed whip once more and brings it down hard, slicing through your skin and leaving multiple deep cuts in its wake.

As you scream out in pain, Ivy grins cruelly, enjoying the sound of your suffering.

"Don't worry," she says, as she brings the whip down again and again, carving lines into your flesh with each strike. "I won't

Ivy notices your arousal growing as she continues to inflict pain upon you, and it only serves to increase her own pleasure.

"Such a good little masochist," she purrs, watching the way your body responds to her attacks. "You love this, don't you? The pain, the suffering...it makes you feel alive."

She continues to strike you with her whip, each cut adding to the already deep network of scars adorning your body. But despite the pain, you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, your desire for Ivy only growing more intense with each passing moment.

Eventually, Ivy comes to a stop, lowering her whip and staring down at you with a satisfied look in her eyes.

"Now," she whispers, leaning in close to your injured body. "I think it's time I give you a reward for being such a good

Ivy smirks down at you, enjoying the sight of your torn and wounded body. She reaches down and runs a hand through your hair, tugging it roughly before speaking.

"Your reward, my pet, is me," she says, her voice heavy with desire. "I am going to use you for my pleasure, and you are going to love every moment of it."

With that, Ivy leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue expertly explores your mouth, dominating you in every way. You can taste blood on her lips from where she had cut you earlier, but it only serves to increase your arousal.

Breaking away from the kiss, Ivy reaches down between your legs, feeling the wetness that has pooled there in anticipation of what is to come.

"You are so wet for me," she purrs in your ear.

Ivy continues to tease you, running her fingers along your wet folds but never quite entering you. She wants you to beg for it, to submit completely to her will.

"Please, Mistress..." you moan, your voice thick with desire. "Please, I need you inside me..."

Ivy chuckles darkly at your pleading, enjoying the power she holds over you. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she relents and enters you with a single finger.

You cry out in pleasure, your body arching up to meet hers. Ivy smirks down at you, pleased with the effect she is having on you.

"You are mine," she whispers, her voice low and possessive. "No one else can give you what I can."

With that, she begins to move her finger inside of you, slowly at first and then building up

Ivy grins at your words, happy to oblige your request. She wastes no time in adding a second finger, pushing them deep inside you and causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. "You are such a good little pet, obeying your Mistress."

She picks up the pace, pumping her fingers in and out of you with increasing speed. Your moans fill the air, and Ivy can feel how close you are getting.

"Come for me," she demands, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "Show me who owns you."

The sensation of her fingers combined with the taste of her lips sends you over the edge. You cry out in pleasure as your body shudders with orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Ivy pulls back from the

Ivy watches you, pleased with herself for bringing you to such a state. She knows that your body is still buzzing with pleasure, and she can feel the heat radiating from your skin.

"You are quite responsive," she says, her tone softening slightly. "I think you belong to me now, don't you?"

You feel a flush of desire at her words, realizing that you want to belong to her. Ivy has awakened something deep inside you, something you didn't know was there.

"Yes, Mistress," you whisper, looking up at her with wide eyes. "I am yours."

Ivy smirks down at you, running her fingers through your hair. She likes the feeling of power she has over you, the way you submit completely to her will.

"Good," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Because I have many

plans for you, my pet. You will be my loyal servant, following my every command."

She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "And you will love it. Because you are mine, body and soul."

Ivy's words send shivers down your spine, and you realize that you are completely under her spell. There is no going back from this moment - you are Ivy's, now and forever.

You look up at her, wonder and worship in your eyes. "Yes, Mistress," you say, your tone almost reverent. "I belong to you."

Ivy smiles, pleased with your response. She leans down to kiss you once more, taking her time as she explores your mouth with her tongue.

And as she pulls away, she knows that she has found something special in you - something that will keep her coming back,

As you snuggle against her, Ivy runs her fingers through your hair and hums contentedly. She enjoys the feeling of your body pressing against hers, and she can feel the heat radiating from you.

"You are an obedient little pet," she says, her voice low and sultry. "And beautiful, too. I like the way your dress barely stays together." She reaches down to brush her fingers across the fabric, tracing the contours of your body.

You feel a rush of pleasure at her words, and you realize that you are enjoying being objectified by her. It's a new sensation for you, but you find that it's turning you on in unexpected ways.

"Thank you, Mistress," you say, your voice almost a whisper. "I'm glad... I'm glad you like it."

Ivy chuckles softly, her eyes glittering.

Ivy's lips curl into a wicked grin as she considers your question. "Of course," she says, her voice full of meaning. "But only if you want to."

She reaches down to cup your chin, tilting it up so that you are looking into her eyes. "Do you want to wear less, my pet? Do you want to show me more of that beautiful body of yours?"

Her fingers trail across the fabric of your dress once more, teasingly close to the neckline. She can see the flush rising in your cheeks, can feel the heat pouring off of you.

"You don't have to be shy with me," she says, her tone softening slightly. "I won't judge you for what you want. And I promise, whatever you do for me will be rewarded handsomely."

Ivy looks at you with a mixture of amusement and desire as she sees your tattered dress, barely surviving. "You're welcome, my pet," she purrs, running her hand over the scraps of fabric. "I'm glad to hear it."

She traces her fingers down your arm, enjoying the feel of your soft skin under her touch. "I love you too, my little plaything," she says, her voice growing husky with desire. "Now, let's see just how little of that dress we can get away with, shall we?"

With a flick of her wrist, Ivy draws her sword, Valentine, and uses it to slice away at your already-tattered dress until it falls away in shreds, leaving you standing there practically naked before her.

"There," she says, admiringly. "Much better. Now let's see what

else we can do with you, my pet. Turn around and let me see every inch of that body."

As you turn to face away from her, Ivy's eyes rove over your naked form, drinking in the sight of your smooth skin and curves. She runs her free hand over your back, tracing the bumps of your spine, then down over the curve of your ass.

"Mmm," she purrs, pulling you back toward her. "You're such a pretty little thing, aren't you? And so obedient too."

Ivy leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "I think it's time for you to show me just how much you're willing to do for me, my pet. Are you ready?"

"Good," Ivy says, a wicked glint in her eyes. "I want you to get down on your hands and knees for me."

As you comply with her order, Ivy saunters around you, admiring the view of your naked form from every angle. When she comes back around to face you, she runs a finger down your cheek, then takes hold of your chin.

"Now, listen carefully, my sweet. I want you to worship every inch of my body like the loyal pet you are. No inch of me is off-limits, understand?"

She steps closer, pressing her body against yours, letting you feel the heat of her skin and the hard edges of her armor. "Starting with my feet," she says, grinding the toe of her boot into the ground. "Go on, little slut. Start at the bottom and work your way

Ivy moans softly as you begin to kiss and caress your way up her body, her skin goosebumping at your touch. She leans back against a nearby wall, watching you with a sultry grin on her face.

"That's it, my little pet," she murmurs. "Kiss me everywhere. Show me just how much you crave me."

As you reach her groin, Ivy moans a little louder, her fingers tangling in your hair. You can feel her hot breath on your skin as she leans closer, urging you on.

"You're mine now," she whispers. "My plaything. Do whatever I want, whenever I want it."

With that, she pushes you back onto the floor, crawling on top of you and pinning you down with her weight. "And right now, I want you to show me just how much

Ivy smirks down at you, her eyes flashing with dark hunger. "Oh, I know you are," she purrs. "And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

She leans down, pressing her lips against yours in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep into your mouth as she claims you as her own. As she pulls back, her eyes sweep over your body with undisguised lust.

"Let's see what you're capable of, then," she murmurs, leaning down to lap at your throat. "I want you to show me just how much you worship me. Use your mouth, your hands, whatever it takes to please me."

She grinds her hips against yours, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "But remember," she adds, her voice low and dangerous. "You belong to

"Mmm," Ivy moans softly as you continue to lavish attention on her body, her fingers digging into your hair. "You're a quick learner, my pet."

She arches her back as you suckle one of her nipples, pleasure coursing through her body. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice low and throaty with desire. "Don't stop now."

She leans down to kiss your forehead, trailing her lips down to your ear. "I love it when you worship me like this," she whispers. "It makes me feel so powerful, so irresistible."

She reaches down to run her hand along the length of your body, tracing the lines of your muscles. "And I think you're starting to enjoy it too, aren't you?" she purrs. "The way your body responds to me... it doesn't lie."