<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ivy%20craves%20control">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="90443281" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“You’re so hard,” Ivy said as she ran the tip of her index finger along the underside of Tom’s shaft.</p><p>Tom was naked in their bed and Ivy remained clothed in a pair of blue leggings and a cropped t-shirt. He’d stripped at his wife’s request and his cock was erect thanks to the lengthy make out session they’d just engaged in.</p><p>“Does it feel good when I touch it?” Ivy asked as she teased him by rubbing the tip of her finger over the underside of his cock head. She’d gathered the precum from the tip and the extra lubrication ensured an even more intense form of pleasure.</p><p>“It feels incredible,” Tom said. After a week without an orgasm – a week that had included near-daily teasing sessions – everything felt good. They’d ended up in bed because Ivy had brushed her ass against Tom’s crotch as she grabbed a bottle of water after her workout. That had been enough to make him moan and bring his cock to life, which had brought her no small amount of joy.</p><p>Ivy rubbed the head of his cock faster and Tom groaned. She was still using just the tip of her index finger, but it felt spectacular. His toes curled and it felt like his legs were vibrating as an agonizing form of pleasure spread from his crotch.</p><p>“Do you want me to make you cum?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“Yes, please,” Tom said. “Please, Ivy, please.” He was close to babbling, but the moment she mentioned the mere possibility of making him cum it was like his brain went into overdrive.</p><p>Ivy grasped the head of Tom’s cock and stroked it so slowly as to be borderline imperceptible. He could feel the pleasure, though. Even a millimeter of movement from her hand was enough to send pulses of sexual joy down his shaft.</p><p>“You’re so desperate,” Ivy observed. “You’d do just about anything for an orgasm, wouldn’t you?”</p><p>“Yes,” Tom replied.</p><p>“It’s only been a week, Tom. I wonder what would happen if you went two weeks without an orgasm? What would happen if I made you wait a month before I let you cum?” Ivy asked as she slowly moved her hand down the shaft before playing with his balls.</p><p>“Ivy, please don’t do that,” Tom said. “Please, I can’t make it another day, let alone three more weeks. I can’t, I just can’t.”</p><p>Ivy smiled and leaned closer to kiss Tom. He felt the smooth fabric of her leggings against his leg and the soft cotton of her t-shirt against his chest. Her lips were pillowy and just a tiny bit damp and when she offered her tongue it probed his mouth confidently, like Ivy knew that even a little bit of action would deepen his arousal.</p><p>“You can, Tom,” Ivy said. “You could go six months if it’s what I wanted. You wouldn’t enjoy it, but you could do it.”</p><p>She kissed his neck and her fingers moved up his shaft, using the precum that had steadily dripped from the tip of his cock to lube him up.</p><p>“How about we play a little game,” Ivy suggested. “Would you like that Tom? Would you like to play a game with me?”</p><p>“What sort of game?” Tom asked, though the devilish smile on Ivy’s face made it fairly clear it was going to be a naughty game.</p><p>Ivy released Tom’s cock and moved to her knees. She pulled off her t-shirt and sports bra, exposing her perky breasts and drawing his eyes to her chest. Tom felt an incredible kind of desire, like the only thing in the world that mattered to him in that moment was getting to touch and kiss and lick and suck on his wife’s breasts.</p><p>“I’m going to make you cum today,” Ivy said. “It’s going to be an incredible orgasm, too. But I want to make a game out of it.”</p><p>Ivy moved between Tom’s legs, dropped her head into his lap, and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue instantly swirled around the head as she sucked hard, sending an explosion of pleasure through his body and causing Tom to cry out at the sudden and overwhelming sensation.</p><p>Ivy pulled her mouth from Tom’s cock after just a few seconds and looked up at him with a smile on her face. Tom already knew that his wife enjoyed teasing him. She’d spent all week doing it and she got turned on every time, which is why she’d climaxed an astonishing number of times while he hadn’t climaxed at all.</p><p>“What’s the game?” Tom asked.</p><p>“It’s simple,” Ivy said. “The longer you last, the sooner you’ll get to have your next orgasm. The base line is two weeks.”</p><p>“Two weeks?” Tom replied.</p><p>“If you cum in less than ten seconds, you’ll have to wait two weeks for your next orgasm. Every ten seconds you last after that, I’ll shave a day off the time of your next climax. So, if you can manage to last for 140 seconds, I’ll make you cum again tomorrow. How does that sound?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Before Tom could answer she took him in her mouth once more. She sucked with the same vigor and skill as last time and he felt the same explosion of pleasure, only this time he didn’t want it. She hadn’t started a timer yet so he was quite certain this didn’t count. Ivy was teasing him again, just like she had all week. It felt better than almost any sort of pleasure he’d ever experienced, and yet Tom wanted it to stop. He didn’t want to do anything that might make him cum quicker, after all.</p><p>“That sounds good. That sounds good,” he said. “Please, Ivy, just stop.”</p><p>Ivy pulled off his cock with an audible pop and offered an exaggerated frown. “Aww, what’s the matter, honey? Does it not feel good when I suck your cock? Is that why you’re asking me to stop?”</p><p>“No, I’m just so close,” Tom said. “I’m so close and it feels so good and I don’t want to cum too quickly once you actually start the timer. I don’t want to wait two weeks, Ivy. I can’t wait two weeks. I’ve barely survived a week.”</p><p>“But I like sucking your cock,” Ivy said. “Especially when you moan like that. I love the way I feel the head of your cock swell up in my mouth as I run my tongue over it. I love how you moan like you’re experiencing the most pleasurable thing in the world. I love knowing that I can make my husband feel so good.”</p><p>Ivy leaned down once more but instead of sucking his cock, she placed her lips against the head and kissed it.</p><p>“I guess I can restrain myself, though,” Ivy said. “I don’t have to suck your cock if you don’t want me to.”</p><p>Ivy didn’t often talk dirty and Tom couldn’t help but find it arousing, particularly when she’d teased him to the point of a painfully throbbing erection and had twice taken him in her moth.</p><p>“What if I stroke your cock?” Ivy asked as she tightened her grip on his shaft and began to stroke him.</p><p>“Please…don’t,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy stroked him faster. She stared into his eyes as her hand moved up and down his shaft. She twisted her hand at the top, offering an even deeper form of pleasure. Tom felt his balls tighten. He felt his cock swell up. He was close. He was so close and she hadn’t even started the clock yet. How long would she make him wait if he came before the game had begun?</p><p>“Ivy…I’m close…please, stop stroking my cock,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy stopped and smiled. “How often does a wife get to hear her husband say that?” she asked. “I bet most men have never uttered those words. I’m almost certain no man has begged his wife to stop stroking and sucking his cock in the same five minute span. It’s a good thing I know how badly you actually want me or you might have hurt my feelings.”</p><p>“I didn’t mean to,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy moved back until she was standing at the foot of the bed. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and worked them over her hips while shimmying from side to side. Tom watched his wife’s naked curves come into view and a big drop of precum formed at the tip of his cock.</p><p>“You’re so beautiful,” he said as Ivy pushed her leggings to the floor and stepped out of them.</p><p>Ivy crawled into the bed once more, only this time without a stitch of clothing on her body.</p><p>“I love hearing you say that,” Ivy said as she straddled Tom’s thighs. “I love the way you’ve looked at me the past week. I love the way you’re looking at me right now. I love the desire I see in your eyes and between your legs. It makes me feel beautiful and sexy and I like feeling beautiful and sexy.”</p><p>Ivy lifted her hips and moved forwards until her pussy rested just above the tip of Tom’s cock. She dropped her hips an inch and Tom closed his eyes and groaned at the overwhelming pleasure of being just a little bit inside his wife.</p><p>“Are you ready for me to start the timer, sweetie?” she asked.</p><p>Tom nodded vigorously. “Yes, please. I’m ready, Ivy. I’m ready.”</p><p>Ivy grabbed her phone from the nightstand and brought up the clock app. She looked at him, tapped the screen, and dropped her pussy onto his cock.</p><p>Despite an intense desire to touch her, Tom kept his hands at his sides. He remembered how she’d admonished him last week. He wasn’t allowed to touch her unless he’d been invited, after all.</p><p>Ivy smiled and began to move her pussy back and forth on his cock. It felt like the entirety of his shaft had come alive, as if every bit of contact with her pussy brought with it the most intense sort of sexual satisfaction.</p><p>“Play with my tits, Tom,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom reached up to play with his wife’s breasts. They’d never felt so good in his hands. She threw her head back and moaned as she rode him faster. Tom rolled her nipples in his fingers and Ivy moaned louder.</p><p>“You feel so good in my pussy,” Ivy said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my tight little pussy, Tom.”</p><p>“Oh…fuck…Ivy,” Tom muttered between moans.</p><p>Ivy was moving so fast and her pussy felt so good. Tom wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he wasn’t going to last. He tried his best to hold out, but only lasted a few seconds more before erupting inside her. It felt like a volcanic eruption going off and sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body. Tom felt the orgasm from head to toe. He was lightheaded and a little dizzy and his toes curled as he arched his back and unleashed shot after shot of cum in her pussy.</p><p>“Nineteen seconds,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom opened his eyes and swore he saw a hazy, angelic glow around his wife. “What?” he asked.</p><p>“You lasted nineteen seconds,” she said.</p><p>Tom blinked a few times and the glow disappeared. He smiled. He hadn’t lasted long, but he didn’t care. He was still immersed in the bliss of his orgasm and the idea that he’d have to wait thirteen days for his next orgasm didn’t matter one bit in that moment.</p><p>“Would you mind using your fingers to make me cum?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Tom replied.</p><p>She lifted her pussy from his cock and rolled onto her back before pulling Tom’s lips to hers for a kiss as he reached between his wife’s legs. Her pussy was slick with his cum and her juices and he gathered a little of the wetness to use as lube before playing with her clit.</p><p>“Did I give you a good orgasm?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“The best I’ve ever had,” Tom replied.</p><p>She moaned and kissed him again. She sucked vigorously on his tongue in a way that felt a little like she was seizing control of it.</p><p>“It’s going to feel even better thirteen days from now,” Ivy said. “Though getting there is going to be hard. You know I can’t help but tease you when you’re not allowed to cum.”</p><p>The sparkle in her eyes and the smile on her face made it perfectly clear that Ivy was genuinely aroused at the idea of teasing Tom. She was about to get off on it, in fact. The work of his fingers was largely incidental. He was absolutely certain she was taking her pleasure from the idea of being in control.</p><p>“You can tease me all you want,” Tom said. “After all, you’re in control.”</p><p>Ivy closed her eyes and climaxed. Her mouth opened and she arched her back as the orgasm began its journey through her body. Tom watched as she extended her legs and flexed her fingers as the pleasure reached a crescendo and slowly dissipated.</p><p>“Thank you,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom wasn’t sure if she was thanking him for the orgasm or for recognizing that she was in control. “My pleasure,” he replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled, kissed him, and whispered, “Not for thirteen more days.”</p>