All Chapters of Ivy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 158

"I'm here," I huffed, folding my arms. "Act your age, Ivy. You seem like a multimillion-dollar yacht is the worst thing in the world," Roy commented. "No, my hangover is, though," I groaned. "I hope you don't mind. I brought Iris." Roy veered over my shoulder. "Okay." "Thanks," I sighed while slumping lazily over the bartop. "Sorry for crashing your party," Iris apologized. "No, don't apologize. Maybe I can fuck you too," Roy smirked. I glanced over to see Iris blushing at Roy's remark, which, for some reason, bothered me. "Hands off," I sassed. "It's my yacht," he retorted, pulling me into his arms and planting a kiss on my lips. "I thought you weren't a couple," Iris commented. "We aren't," I grunted, shoving Roy back, "He's married to the woman I lost my virginity to." Iris's eyes widened in shock, looking between Roy and me. "She wasn't my wife at the time," he reasoned. "Speaking of, where is Callista?" I asked. "She is with Dimitri," he ans

"Where the Hell is your room?" I barked at Roy while stumbling hand in hand with Iris. "To the right, Ivy," he replied. I stumbled, confusion settling in faster than I had thought. My face began to grow numb, my mouth tingling, and silver flakes began to fog my vision. What the Hell was happening? "W-what?" Iris slurred before falling to the ground. My grip was non-existent as I felt someone catch me while my knees caved in. My body cradled something warm before being gently placed on a bed. "Wh-why-" "Don't; it'll only make it worse," Roy hushed me, "Shh, when you wake up, it'll all make sense." I tried to focus my eyes, but it was useless; everything was a blur, then soon it was black. When I awoke, my arms were bound to a horizontal rod that was chained to the bed above me. My mouth was dry; I tried swallowing, but it only hurt. I gagged, and soon after, I felt a hot, thick liquid in my mouth. "What the Hell!" I shouted, unable to sit upright, "Why am I tied

Who the Hell did he think he was? I sat there at my desk, frustrated and angry at the entire situation. Reign is alive; Roy knew about it, so why am I so upset? Do I care? Why would I care? I seized my glass of whiskey and downed its contents continually, trying everything to dull the pain. The image of what Reign had done to me the night before continued to flash in my mind at random. The thought of him touching me made my skin crawl. "Fuck!" I hollered, throwing the crystal glass across the room, shattering on the wall beside Iris, who was standing in my doorway. "Oh!" Iris exclaimed, "Are you okay?" "Fuck!" I repeated, slamming both fists upon my desktop. My heart began to race as adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I grunted in frustration, throwing more things off my desk. I saw Iris press her tongue to her cheek before closing my office door, latching it shut behind her. "How can I help?" she offered. I huffed, pacing back and forth angrily, "I want to

"You act like you've never come before," I commented. "I-I," Iris panted, "I haven't- only with a toy." I froze. We were so similar. "So you're saying I'm the first person to get you off?" I cunningly smiled. Iris's cheeks flushed red, her body still splayed and exposed to me. If I wanted to, I could have my way with her right here and now. I could keep her bedridden for days, lying in her cum, until she's broken in. On second thought, doing those things could frighten her away due to her lack of experience. Fuck, decisions, decisions. I look at the slightly translucent cream on my fingers before locking eyes with Iris. "Yes," she confirmed. I leaned over her, victorious, dominant. It drove me crazy. But I didn't want her to touch me, I wanted to fuck her, then have a man fuck me. How come the thought of fucking her brings me thrill and joy, but the idea of her touching me doesn't get me excited? Perhaps her inexperience? The feeling of her thighs trembling against