<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="91441952" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Did you enjoy your orgasm last night?” Ivy asked as she and Tom sipped coffee at the kitchen table.</p><p>Tom smiled at his wife as he relived the memory of the slow, teasing handjob he’d received the night before. “I did,” he replied. “You’re quite skilled, and it’s hard to deny that waiting two weeks made it better.”</p><p>“I’m glad that you’re beginning to see the pleasure in delayed gratification,” Ivy said. “It’s good, because it’s going to be your reality from here on out.”</p><p>There was still a part of Tom that wanted to rebel against the idea of his orgasms being under his wife’s control. That part of him was growing smaller and weaker by the day, though. There were times when he wanted to masturbate and satisfy his desire and a few times where he’d played with himself a little, but he’d yet to actually defy his wife’s desire to have control over his orgasms.</p><p>“When do you think I’ll get to cum again?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy sipped her coffee and held his gaze for a few moments. She swallowed and a smile slowly crossed her face. “I’ve decided that you no longer get to know when you’re going to cum. I think it will benefit both of us if you have no idea when your next orgasm is coming.”</p><p>“Benefit both of us?” Tom asked as he struggled to see how it would benefit him.</p><p>Ivy stood and gestured for Tom to move his chair back. She sat in his lap and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek. It brought a smile to his face and just a hint of arousal between his legs.</p><p>“Being in control turns me on,” Ivy explained. “That’s why I wanted to be the one to decide when you get to cum. Teasing you, which is an extension of my control, turns me on too. It turns me on more than I expected, in fact. You know what’s been an entirely unexpected development since I took control, though?”</p><p>Tom shook his head.</p><p>“You’re a better husband,” Ivy said. “A much better husband, in fact. You listen to me. You’re more attentive. You’re more affectionate in the way I like – more gentle touching, more soft kisses, more foot rubs – and it seems like you’re always eager to help out. Have you noticed that I don’t have to ask you to take out the trash or do the dishes anymore?”</p><p>Tom hadn’t noticed, but Ivy was right. He hadn’t been lazy to the point of it being a problem, but Ivy frequently had to gently remind him to tend to his chores around the house, with the exception of the past few weeks.</p><p>“I guess you’re right,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy put her coffee cup on the table and reached up to gently caress Tom’s face. He turned to stare into her eyes and she leaned closer and kissed him. Her lips parted and her tongue slowly invaded his mouth. He tasted the sugar she’d put in her coffee – he was cream only – and gladly offered his tongue in return.</p><p>“I think you’ll be an even better husband if you don’t know when your next orgasm is coming,” Ivy said. “And, I think not putting a date on it will make me a better wife.”</p><p>“A better wife?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy smiled. “It’s harder to give you the things you like if there’s a countdown to your next orgasm. If I can make you cum – or tease you – whenever I feel like it, we can have so much more fun together. I can satisfy you in ways you’ve probably never thought about, and a good wife makes sure her husband is satisfied, doesn’t she?”</p><p>Tom didn’t get a chance to answer as Ivy kissed him again. He was more than happy to welcome her tongue into his mouth once more. The previous kiss had left him thoroughly aroused and mostly erect and this one left him stiff as steel. Ivy offered just a little more pleasure as she began to subtly grind her ass into his crotch.</p><p>“There’s something else I’d like to talk about,” Ivy said as she stood up and took her seat once again.</p><p>Tom glanced at the bulge in his pajama pants and looked at his wife once more. “What’s that?”</p><p>“I’ve decided that I want to start a small side business with Abigail,” Ivy began. “We’re going to build an e-commerce store specializing in elegant handmade soaps, with plans for expanding into other bath products if things go well.”</p><p>Ivy had dabbled in soap making over the past few years, but the idea that she wanted to start a business built around it came as a complete surprise to Tom. Despite that, he was on board with the idea. “That sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Will this be a nights and weekends kind of thing? Are you guys going to be making the soaps yourselves or outsourcing that?”</p><p>“We’ve decided that Saturdays will be reserved for making the soap and then we’ll take whatever time we need during the week to manage the store,” Ivy answered.</p><p>“So, what do you need from me?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy flashed her bright, beautiful smile and leaned closer. Tom glanced at the cleavage that her v-neck t-shirt revealed and desire surged between his legs.</p><p>“I need two things,” Ivy said. “First, I really want to make this business work, which means it’s going to require a fair amount of my time. So, I’d like you to provide me with some of that time by taking on more responsibility around the house.”</p><p>“What sort of responsibility?” Tom asked.</p><p>“Cleaning, doing the laundry, cooking, that sort of stuff. I think that would free up more than enough time for me give the business the attention it deserves,” Ivy answered.</p><p>Tom experienced an odd, unexpected sense of desire as he considered taking on more housework. He couldn’t identify why the idea of doing work would turn him on – even if it was just a hint of desire – but there was no denying he felt it.</p><p>“I can do that,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy sat back and offered a wondrously bright smile that filled Tom with joy.</p><p>“We also need space to work,” Ivy said. “So, I was hoping we could take over your home office for the administrative stuff and that you’d be willing to park in the driveway so we could turn your side of the garage into our workshop. We’ll rent a space eventually, but we want to keep costs as low as possible when we start.”</p><p>“Abigail doesn’t have a space you could use?” Tom asked.</p><p>“Abigail doesn’t have a husband that’s as supportive as you are,” Ivy answered. “That’s why Abigail’s husband doesn’t get to enjoy the many pleasures I’ve shown you over the past month.”</p><p>Tom was well aware that many married couples experienced extreme slowdowns in their sex lives. What would begin as something thrilling would quickly become routine and downright boring. While Tom hadn’t climaxed all that often during the last month, he and Ivy had never been more affectionate with each other, thanks in large part to her penchant for teasing him on a daily basis and her frequent desire to have Tom move between her legs to offer oral sex.</p><p>“I know I’m asking a lot,” Ivy said. “But I’ll make sure to reward your effort.”</p><p>Tom watched as Ivy pulled off her pajama shorts and spread her legs. She moved a hand between her thighs and ran her fingers over the blue lace panties she’d worn the night before.</p><p>“You like it when I reward you, don’t you darling?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Tom nodded as he watched Ivy’s fingers slip under the waistband of her panties. He watched them move under the soft fabric and listened as she moaned.</p><p>“Will you make those sacrifices for me, Tom? Will you take over the housework? Will you give up your office and your side of the garage?” Ivy asked as her fingers moved faster.</p><p>Tom nodded and she smiled before closing her eyes and lifting her shirt. She grasped one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her blue lace bra. Her fingers moved inside the cup and Tom watched his wife play with her nipple.</p><p>“Your willingness to make me happy turns me on, Tom,” she said. “You have no idea how much it turns me on.”</p><p>Tom had some idea. He could tell Ivy wasn’t putting on a show as she masturbated. She was aroused and happily pursuing her pleasure as he watched.</p><p>“Would you like to go down on me?” she asked. “Would you like your tongue to be responsible for my pleasure?”</p><p>“Yes,” Tom said as he slid off the chair and fell to his knees.</p><p>Ivy smiled. “Look at you. So eager to please.” She pulled her fingers from her panties. “You may remove my panties.”</p><p>Tom reached up and slowly pulled off the blue lace underwear. Ivy spread her legs and moved her ass so she was sitting right at the edge of the chair.</p><p>“Does my pussy turn you on?” she asked.</p><p>Tom nodded as he stared at the glorious space between his wife’s legs.</p><p>“Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve been in my pussy, Tom?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“I don’t,” he replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled and slipped two fingers into the slick pink flesh between her legs. She moaned and said, “It’s been a month. You’ve gone a month without being inside me. A whole month.”</p><p>Tom had gotten so caught up in the teasing and the pleasures of Ivy’s hand that he hadn’t really thought about how long it had been since he’d last fucked her. A month was the longest he’d gone without sex since they’d met.</p><p>“Wow,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy removed her slippery fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean as Tom watched from his knees. “I like fucking you,” she said. “I like your cock. I like how it feels inside me. I like feeling your body on top of mine.” A devilish smile crossed her face. “I might like teasing and denying you even more, though. Just thinking about it turns me on, Tom. Thinking about that level of control, about your willingness to give me that control, it drives me crazy. I need to cum, Tom. Make me cum.”</p><p>Ivy reached out and guided his head between her legs. Tom pushed his tongue inside her to taste the sweetness of her juices and then turned his attention to her clit. He licked rhythmically as he knew Ivy enjoyed and looked up to see a blissful smile on her face as her hand remained on the back of his head. It was a small thing, but it felt like Ivy asserting her control and Tom found it unexpectedly thrilling.</p><p>“Use your fingers,” Ivy said. “Play with my g-spot.”</p><p>Tom slipped two fingers into her pussy and penetrated his wife, following the path to her g-spot over and over. He couldn’t help but think of fucking her as he felt the incredible heat and wetness of her pussy around his fingers. An overwhelming sense of desire built between his legs, in part because Tom knew there was a good chance it would be quite some time before he was permitted inside his wife again. After all, she’d been quite clear it turned her on to deny him the pleasure of fucking her.</p><p>Ivy reached down and held his head in both hands. “That’s it,” she said. “Tom…that’s it…make me cum…make me cum…oh, fuck, I’m cumming!</p><p>She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled hard enough for it to hurt. Her thighs closed around Tom’s head and he felt her flesh trembling as her moans and breathing ceased for a few moments before her legs exploded open and she released her grip on his hair while unleashing a scream of pleasure.</p><p>Tom waited on his knees as Ivy rode out her orgasm for what seemed like an exceptionally long time. A hazy smile crossed her face and she opened her eyes to look down at him. “Thank you,” Ivy said. “That was truly lovely.”</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Tom said.</p><p>“I know,” Ivy replied. “I know.”</p><p>She leaned down and offered a soft kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth and Tom moaned.</p><p>“I taste good,” Ivy said with a smile.</p><p>“Yes you do,” Tom replied from his knees.</p><p>Ivy sat back, crossed her legs, and picked up her mug to take a long sip of her coffee before looking at Tom and saying, “I’d like it if you moved your stuff out of the office today so Abigail and I can get started tomorrow. Would you do that for me?”</p><p>“Of course,” he replied.</p><p>“When you’re done with the office you can move to the garage. You’ll need to relocate everything you have stored on your side, including your bike and your weights. We’re going to need as much space as possible,” Ivy added.</p><p>“I’ll have it done by the end of the day,” Tom said as he stood up.</p><p>“I know you will, darling. You want to make me happy, after all,” Ivy said before sipping her coffee once more.</p><p>She was right. Much to his surprise, Tom felt eager to do as his wife desired, despite the fact that giving up his office was unquestionably an inconvenience. That didn’t matter. What mattered was doing what Ivy desired.</p>