<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ivy%20craves%20control">Click here</a> to read the previous part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="89262801" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“What do you mean?” Tom replied.</p><p>She sat up and he admired her breasts in the semi-sheer bra that showed her nipples. She wore a pair of matching panties that were currently pressed against his cock and Tom couldn’t help but love that his wife had worn such sexy underwear to work.</p><p>“You don’t seem as excited as usual,” Ivy said. “Normally you’re out of your mind with desire when I get on top of you.”</p><p>“I’m excited,” Tom replied. “I mean, can’t you feel it?”</p><p>“Tom, I’m not crazy. I know you’re hard, but it never takes much to get you hard. I’m talking about everything else. I’m talking about the way you usually kiss me and touch me. I’m talking about the way it usually seems like being with me is the only thing in the world you care about. I’m not feeling that today. So, I’ll ask you again, what’s wrong?” Ivy asked in a tone that had grown increasingly serious.</p><p>“Nothing’s wrong,” Tom said. “It’s just that I had an orgasm an hour ago. When you said you were going to be late getting home from work I took the opportunity to masturbate.”</p><p>The sense of disappointment on Ivy’s face caught Tom by surprise and left him feeling far guiltier than he’d expected.</p><p>“I want that to be the last time you masturbate without me,” she said.</p><p>“What? Why?” Tom replied. He didn’t masturbate on his own all that often, but he liked having the freedom to take care of his sexual needs if Ivy wasn’t in the mood. Plus, sometimes it was fun to watch a porn video and orgasm exactly as he desired.</p><p>Ivy leaned down until her lips hovered just above Tom’s. “Because I want to be in control of your orgasms. Because I’ve discovered that I find it incredibly hot to be in control of your orgasms.”</p><p>Tom stared into his wife’s eyes and felt his heart pound in his chest. The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming. “What would that mean?” he asked. “You being in control, I mean.”</p><p>“We talked about this, Tom,” Ivy said. “We talked about you trying new things with me. We talked about me taking more control. Don’t you remember?”</p><p>Tom remembered clearly. The conversation had happened just a few nights ago. For some reason he didn’t consider that Ivy’s desire for more control would include her being the decision maker when it came to his orgasms.</p><p>“You didn’t answer the question,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy smiled. “I suppose you’re right.” She leaned closer and offered a delicate, surprisingly seductive kiss on the neck. “It means that I decide when you get to orgasm. It means that you don’t play with your cock unless you have my permission. It also means that I don’t want you asking for permission. It means I’m taking on the responsibility of seeing to your sexual pleasure.”</p><p>“If I agree to this, how often will I get to orgasm?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy kissed his neck and began to rub her panty-clad pussy over his cock. Despite his dismay at the idea of his orgasms no longer being under his control, Tom felt the arousal his wife had noticed was lacking. He didn’t think that the idea of surrendering control of his orgasms was arousing, but it seemed that his body might have disagreed.</p><p>“You will orgasm as often as I let you,” Ivy answered.</p><p>Tom wondered if his arousal was a result of his wife’s obvious, borderline overwhelming lust. She was grinding on him like they were teenagers discovering how good it felt to touch each other in naughty ways. Her breathing was heavy and her lips moved over his neck in an utterly tantalizing manner. It was like she was pouring her desire into his body and making it impossible for Tom to think of anything other than doing exactly as his wife desired.</p><p>“That’s not an answer,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy sat up and pressed her hands into his chest as she continued to grind over his crotch. “I know,” she said. “It wouldn’t be any fun if I gave you a schedule or a set number of orgasms every month. I meant it when I said you’ll orgasm as often as I let you. I want to play, Tom. I want to be in control of your pleasure. I want to be the one that decides when and if you orgasm and I want, sometimes at least, to make you earn it.”</p><p>“Earn it?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy nodded and reached down to pull her panties aside. She rubbed her plump, slippery pussy lips over the head of Tom’s cock and his loins twitched with an exceptionally strong desire to be inside her.</p><p>“The look on your face right now, Tom, that’s what I crave. It’s desperation. I know you’re turned on. I can see it. I can see that you like the idea of giving me control of your orgasms. I can see that you’re turned on by the idea of your wife taking control of your cock. You do, don’t you?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Given that he’d climaxed no more than a few hours prior, Tom was surprised by the sudden and overwhelming desire coursing through his body. He still wasn’t certain that it was Ivy’s demand to have control over his orgasms that he found so arousing, but he couldn’t argue with what had started between his legs and now felt like it encompassed the whole of his body.</p><p>“Will you give me control, Tom?” Ivy asked as she took the very tip of his cock into the heat and wetness of her pussy. “Will you let me be the one to decide when you get to cum?”</p><p>She took a little more of him inside her and Tom moaned. He wasn’t sure why, but her pussy felt better than usual. It was like his cock had come alive and could suddenly feel more of the absolute joy of being inside his wife. Something had changed, though he couldn’t quite figure out what. He just knew that he wanted more.</p><p>“Yes,” Tom said. “Yes, you can have control.”</p><p>Ivy smiled and lowered her pussy onto his cock. The incredible heat and wetness of her body swallowed his flesh and he closed his eyes and groaned. Tom reached for his wife’s ass and began to thrust up into her but she grabbed his wrists, pulled his hands from her ass, and effortlessly pinned them above his head.</p><p>“You’re not in control,” she said. “No thrusting. You don’t get to fuck me. I get to fuck you and you only get to cum if I give you permission. Do you understand?”</p><p>Tom nodded and Ivy leaned closer.</p><p>“Good boy,” she whispered before kissing him. Tom moaned into his wife’s mouth before their tongues engaged in an erotic dance while she slowly moved her pussy back and forth over his cock. It felt perfect. Completely, utterly perfect in every imaginable way. Sensations of pleasure coursed through his body, from the way she was kissing him to the tight grip she maintained on his wrists to the absolute joy of being inside her.</p><p>Ivy released his wrists and sat up. She smiled at Tom while moving her hips back and forth, milking his cock with her wet pussy and rubbing her clit into his pubic area with great vigor.</p><p>Tom reached up to play with his wife’s breasts and she slapped his hand away. “Did I give you permission to touch my breasts?” she asked.</p><p>He felt an unexpected surge of pleasure between his legs. It was as if being admonished for trying to touch his wife without permission thrilled him. He shook his head in response to her question.</p><p>“No, I didn’t,” she said as her hips moved faster. Ivy moaned and reached up to play with her breasts while Tom watched and wished his hands were touching her soft, perfect flesh and playing with her nipples. “I’m in control, Tom. Not you. I’m in control and you need to learn to do as you’re told and nothing more.”</p><p>“I will,” Tom said. “I’ll learn.”</p><p>Ivy closed her eyes and gently pulled on her nipples as a wild, wondrous moan escaped her lips. Tom was thankful he’d cum an hour ago. Without having recently expelled his desire he almost certainly would have cum inside his wife and he would have done so without her permission. He wasn’t sure what she would have done if he’d disappointed her in that way, but he didn’t want to find out.</p><p>“Fuck,” Ivy said as she leaned forward and pressed her hands into Tom’s chest. “Fuck, Tom, I’m cumming. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”</p><p>She threw her head back and her hips stopped moving. Tom felt her thighs trembling as Ivy experienced what seemed like a deeply pleasurable orgasm.</p><p>Eventually she opened her eyes, smiled, and lifted her pussy from his cock. She laid next to Tom and he put his arm around her and they cuddled as he remained stiff and slick with her juices.</p><p>“That seemed like a good orgasm,” he said.</p><p>“It was a great orgasm,” Ivy replied. “Thank you for your help.”</p><p>Tom kissed the top of his wife’s head and ran his fingers over the small of her back as she cuddled a little closer.</p><p>“Was it a better orgasm than you usually have?” he asked.</p><p>“It was,” Ivy said. “The orgasm I had when you went down on me the other day was better too. That’s why I want to keep playing like this. It’s why I want to be in control. I don’t fully understand it, but right now I know that I cum harder when I’m in control.”</p><p>“You’re not going to let me cum, are you?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy lifted her head and smiled at him. “I might have let you cum if you hadn’t taken matters quite literally into your own hands. You did, though, so you don’t get to cum.” She kissed his chest and ran her tongue over his flesh before adding, “It’s a shame, too, because I’m quite certain you would have enjoyed cumming inside me a great deal more than you enjoyed jerking off. Am I right?”</p><p>Tom nodded. There was no question he would have enjoyed that more, especially if the sex had been the sort they’d just had. He couldn’t really put his finger on it, but there was something about her take charge style that Tom really liked, though he likely would have disappointed her by cumming too quickly had he not masturbated.</p><p>“I know it might sound a little scary to give me control, but I’m certain that you’re going to have better orgasms. I’m actually certain that we’re both going to have better orgasms,” Ivy said. “Though you might have fewer orgasms.”</p><p>“Really?” Tom asked with just a hint of panic in his voice.</p><p>“I’m afraid so,” Ivy said as she reached down and took Tom’s still-hard cock in her hand. “I don’t know if you know this about yourself, but you’re different when it’s been a little while since your last orgasm. You’re more attentive and passionate. You’re sweet and sensual and you touch me a great deal more often, which I really like. I can’t help but wonder what you’d be like if you went a week, or two weeks, or even a month without an orgasm.”</p><p>“A month?” Tom asked. He hadn’t gone a month without an orgasm since the very first time he’d masturbated.</p><p>Ivy squeezed the head of Tom’s cock in a way that felt absolutely wondrous, sending him into mild convulsions of pleasure that he immediately wanted more of. The smile on her face indicated that she quite enjoyed making him feel that way.</p><p>“I probably won’t make you wait a month. I don’t want to be cruel, after all,” she said. “I just want to explore the possibilities. I want to see what it’s like if you get desperate for an orgasm. I want to see if you can actually be good for me and refrain from playing with your cock without permission.”</p><p>Tom was nearing an orgasm. He could feel his balls tighten up as the sense of pleasure pulsed through his cock. The way Ivy was stroking him felt incredibly good.</p><p>“Will you be good, Tom?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he replied. “I will.” Tom had no way of predicting the future, but he felt a deep need to make his wife – especially this version of his wife – happy.</p><p>Ivy kissed him as her hand moved up and down his cock. Tom moaned into his wife’s mouth and her tongue moved in the most wonderful way, sending yet another surge of arousal through his body.</p><p>Then, just as the wave of arousal was about to crest, Ivy released his cock and swiftly moved to straddle his face. She dropped her pussy onto his mouth, reached down to grab a handful of his hair, and said, “You may not deserve two orgasms in one day, but I do. Make me cum, Tom. Eat my pussy.”</p><p>For just a moment Tom felt like he might cum without his cock being touched, such was the potency of the arousal he felt at his wife’s sudden, decidedly dominant move to sit on his face. It was the first time in their lives she’d done it and staring up at her while his tongue pushed between her pussy lips to feast on her juices was a remarkable and thrilling experience.</p><p>“That’s it,” Ivy said as he turned his attention to her clit. “Make me cum. Use that talented tongue of yours and make me cum while your cock throbs. Make me cum while you think about how good it would feel to fuck me. Make me cum while you think about me being in control of your orgasms from now on.”</p><p>It seemed clear that Ivy was doing exactly what she wanted Tom to do. She was thinking about being in control of his orgasms and it was more than enough to drive her to a quick orgasm as Tom put his tongue to work.</p><p>Just a few minutes after she’d dropped her pussy on his face Ivy climaxed. Juices dripped from her pussy onto Tom’s tongue, chin, and cheeks and he soaked up every drop he was offered as her thighs trembled and she unleashed a series of long, low moans that indicated a deep sort of pleasure.</p><p>Eventually Ivy climbed off his face and cuddled up with him once more. She ran her fingers up and down his chest as Tom savored the taste of his wife’s pussy on his tongue and the joyful knowledge that he’d given her an exceptionally good orgasm.</p><p>“I think this is going to be a great deal of fun,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom wasn’t sure if Ivy was right, but he was willing to continue on the journey she seemed determined to lead, even if it meant fewer orgasms for him.</p>