Page 6 of Poisoning Ivy
“Mmm.” I moan, trying so hard to hang on long enough for him to quit fucking around and give me his cock.
“Jerk yourself.” He commands, squeezing tighter and fucking me harder with his fingers, the dry friction creating the sweetest burn. But there’s a big difference between three fingers and his cock, and he’s showing me mercy by letting me cum first. I know this game.
I take over for him, pumping my cock back and forth in a frenzy, racing him to finish. If I don’t come before I pass out, I’llwake up with his cock in my ass and forego my own release. It’s a wicked game, but it’s one of my favorites, so I’m happy to play.
I’m even happier to win, feeling the tightening in my balls as the heat spreads furiously, my orgasm so fucking close. He senses it, relenting at the last second to take his hands from my ass and wrap around the head of my cock, catching my release in his fingers as he drags it from me.
I’m not even done pumping into his hand by the time he pulls it back and begins coating his own dick with it before pushing it inside my ass with relative ease.
When he crowns me, the heat pools in my stomach again, absolute fucking bliss that we share as he rides me, gripping my still semi-hard dick in his cum-sticky hand, using his grip to pin me in place. I’m limp against the window now, his hand on my neck keeping me up even though I think I’d crumble to the ground if he wasn’t buried balls-deep inside me.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Monty. My sweet, sweet fuckboy.” He grunts, his lips pressing against the top of my head. “You deserve a pet, baby. You deserve her.”
His hot breaths hit the back of my neck as he rocks us both forward with each thrust, hitting a place deeper inside me with each stroke and each filthy fucking word.
“And I’m going to love watching you destroy her.”
He retreats, letting my body try to relax again, and then forces his way back in, making me whimper.
“Please…”
“Please what, Monty? Please let you have her?”
“Yes.” I whine. “Please, let me keep her.”
“You want tokeepher?” He laughs, sinking into me until his balls slap against my own, grinding a little circle that makes me cry out for more before he retreats to do it again.
“Yes,” I beg, my fingers flexing on the glass as I see the shadow appear behind her. “Yes, fuck.Please, let me keep her this time.”
He clamps a hand over my mouth, cutting off any more of my pleas. Theo fucks me hard, my cheek pressed against the glass as I watch the show unfold.
Chapter five
Ivy
They said I was lucky to live, but I don’t feel that way when the taxi driver picks Cody and me up from the hospital. Heading to the cabin with him alone was bad enough, but we’d had the car in case we needed it—in caseIneeded it.
I knew he’d kill me one day, and it looks like ‘one day’ is approaching soon. And once again, it’s all my fault. Because I’m fucking stupid.
I stayed with Cody for years in spite of the escalating violence. When I woke up last week on the ground after he’d choked me out, I realized I had to leave or be okay with not knowing when I was going to die.
But where do you go when you have nowhere to go and no money to get there? He never put me on our checking accounts, and I haven’t talked to my mother since my dad died, when she told me to honor my wedding vows— the vow that they manipulated me into taking.
The cabin was a stupid fucking idea, a desperate hope that I could hide away from him until he decided to move on. He doesn’t love me, doesn’t touch me or fuck me, and doesn’t needanything I can give him. I thought he would hardly notice if I disappeared, truly, so I got the key out of the bottom of my underwear drawer.
I was wrong about him not caring if I went. He found the key, and it all fell apart from there. He found out about the cabin and decided we’d come together, and it’s been a nightmare from the moment we left our high-rise apartment to now. Thankfully, though, he’s content to sink onto the couch and recover from the emotional trauma of the accident he caused, and I get to take a bath alone.
I wonder vaguely if I have the grit to drown myself in here.
Exactly what point in my life I fucked everything up is still a mystery to me. My life was never perfect, despite what my parents would have everyone think, but there were times where it was good. And times where it was great, though they were fleeting—summers spent gathering wildflowers outside this cabin, watching the sunlight dissipate between the mountains, stealing moments of pleasure in a sea of so much pain.
The water covers me up to my breasts, and I’m considering sliding under the surface entirely, but I’m not supposed to get my casted wrist wet. The wall of windows tosses my reflection back at me, the night beyond it too dark to see anything of the view, so I close my eyes instead and tip my head back, letting the muscle relaxer I just took work its way through my system. It does ease my body—I can feel the tension melt away. Unfortunately, it can’t work wonders on my brain, which still spins.
The only way I can see out of my current predicament is death, which I suppose is fitting since our wedding vows literally said, ‘until death do us part’. The only question now is whether I let him kill me or I take it into my own hands. And if I take it into my own hands, how do I do it?
A knife to my wrist and a literal bloodbath would be an easy cleanup for Gerald, our caretaker who keeps this place from falling to rot and ruin. It would also make a lovely statement to my mother. I could probably string myself up in a tree—if I wear the tacky jewelry I loved so much as a child, I might even make pretty windchimes.
Whatever I do, I have to make it clear that it wasn’t an accident. If I decide to live, laugh, toaster bath, they’d know itwasn’tan accident, right? My mother and husband both think that I’m stupid, but they can’t possibly believe I’m stupid enough to dothatby accident?
