Page 29 of Ivy’s Poison

“Here’s something that will bring you relief. He has a small dick.”

I gasped then started laughing. “No! You did him?”

“Been around a long time, baby. I’ve done all the older ones.”

“Ew, gross. Saggy balls.”

She burst into laughter. Her ribs were healing nicely. “They didn’t sag back then! Meth used to be quite a charmer. Then he caught assholeism.”

Laughing freely, I wrapped my arms around her. “Damn, I love you.”

Motorcycle engines had barely faded into the night before there was a knock at our bedroom door. Jade was still awake, and I was dressed in one of my slutty outfits I hooked in. Opening the door in black high-heels, I told Jade, “Look who’s here.”

Jade’s chunky legs wobbled over to Meth’s open arms. He picked her up and squeezed. “There is my beautiful girl.”

That’s when I realized why he loved Jade so much. He felt what was Trent’s should now be his, including the child Trent also claimed. My stomach turned. Trent always wanted to fuck me, too. I grumbled, “Let’s get this over with.”

Meth handed Jade to Beth while casually saying, “You’re talkin’ as if this won’t be a regular thing.” Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the hallway. His fingers had already reached around my ass and were penetrating me before we even got to his room.

With his bedroom door shut, he stared at my lipstick. “Red. Fuck yeah. I want that shit smeared on my dick.” He walked backward ‘til he felt a chair behind him and sat. “Clothes off. Make it hot.” With a sense of dread and a feeling of numbness that was creeping from the inside out, I begged my mind to wander anywhere but here as I shed my clothes as seductively as possible while fighting the urge to vomit. “Knees. Crawl to me. Like you do on the stage while dancing.”

Men and their strippers, a weakness I had yet to fathom. I had to force down an eye roll—how original, Meth—as I sunk to my knees. Allowing my ass to sway, the way I earned most tips—money my dad always confiscated—I crawled toward Meth. My knees were very accustomed to rug burn, so I didn’t even feel the dark fabric against my skin.

“Unbuckle my pants with your mouth.”

Sweet Jesus. What a moron. This task was not truly possible, hence the design to keep your pants up, but I knew he was already so amped up that he wouldn’t care if my hands helped out. I kissed and licked his belly and nibbled at the button. When his head fell back, I involved my hands.

He watched as I removed his pants. “I have waited so long for this.”

I cooed, “I know, baby, and I’ll make it real good.”

Meth could barely get oxygen into his already hyperventilating lungs while he nodded vigorously. “Yeah. Yeah. And I want your full treatment I’ve heard about.”

My stomach rolled. Swallowing down bile, I kept a slight smile on my face while attempting to convince him otherwise. “I don’t think you will want that because what I am about to do will make you very happy—”

“No. I want Ivy’s ‘full’ experience. Whatever it is. A deal is a deal.”

Once, one of Dad’s biker friends from another chapter, that I had been sold to for a couple of hours, had a request of the kinkier kind. I was unfamiliar with it but was forced to learn. Afterward, he had bragged to other bikers what the Prez had his own daughter doing. Later, when those bikers would visit our compound, Dad demanded I take care of them. Unfortunately, this is what Meth kept wanting me to perform.

Reluctantly, I nodded and quietly grabbed a hold of Meth’s hips and tugged. “I need you to the edge of the chair then.” Pre-cum glistened from the tip of his erection as he scooted to the rim of the seat. I spread his legs wide and got closer to him.

Not able to take his eyes from me, he panted as I took a hold of his penis and got to work. Halfway through the blow job, I spat on two fingers since I didn’t have a small dildo with me. I spread the wetness, preparing him for what was coming next. Enthralled with my mouth, he let me touch between his cheeks. His eyes widened as I pressed on his hole.

Meth swallowed. “Are you—”

As soon as I was distracting him with some serious deep throat action, I slipped the two fingers inside. He threw his head back against the chair, closing his eyes. “Shit!” Before he regretted his request, and I got a beat-down because of it, I quickly found that sensitive spot inside him and rubbed and touched. With my mouth still on him, my other hand caressed his balls. Meth’s tensed body eased, then his head thrashed from side to side.

Paying attention, sensing when the orgasm was nearing, I then tightened pressure on his testicles, distracting him from a release. After a few rotations of this torture, when his body was seemingly desperate for release, I was going to allow him the pleasure and he, like the rest, would think I was a BJ God.

My heart saddened when I thought about how, with Champ, there was no paying attention needed. It was more like becoming enthralled and in-tune with his thick dick. My mouth watered just thinking of what it was like to pleasure him, his scent wafting into my nose, sending messages to my senses. My whole body would sizzle from the chemical reaction that brought life into my lungs and mind and heated my core.

“Oh, fuck. You’re as good as they say you are.”

I froze. Like, completely stopped moving or sucking. Meth’s hips surged his penis in and out of a dead mouth, twice, before peering down. “What the fuck? Why are you stopping?”

My chest tightened, and my throat threatened to close as it dawned me that I had been lost in a memory. That Champ was not the one I was bringing pleasure to. Tears started to rush from my eyes. I was cracking under the pressure. I had tasted goodness and now couldn’t stand the flavor of bad.

“You fuckin’ crying?” In a callus motion, Meth pushed me. My fingers slipping from him, I fell back on my butt, trying to wipe away the weakness leaking from my eyes and broken soul. “I don’t need to see your bullshit, Ivy.” He pushed me to the ground, all the way, then rolled me over. “Nor your face.” His harsh hands took hold of my hips and pulled them from the floor. On my hands and knees, I kept trying to catch my breath, wishing to be with someone else and only him for the rest of my life.