<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="93255182" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Tom, darling, would you come to the bedroom?” Ivy called out.</p><p>“I’m folding the laundry,” he responded.</p><p>“I know, and I love you for that, but I promise it will be worth your while to come to the bedroom,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom smiled. Ivy had been exceptionally busy over the past few weeks and they hadn’t spent much time pursuing more intimate interests. He’d gone down on her – and Abigail – quite a few times in that span, but he felt deprived of the kind of contact Ivy usually offered him.</p><p>Tom dropped the shirt he was folding and rushed to the bedroom. He found his wife standing naked next to one of the dining room chairs that she’d clearly relocated. “Wow,” he said. “Wow, you look beautiful.” She did, too. She looked breathtaking, as always. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and it looked as though she’d trimmed her pubic hair, leaving just a small landing strip.</p><p>“Thank you, darling,” Ivy replied. “Why don’t you join me in being naked?”</p><p>Tom kicked his shoes off as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He yanked off his socks and his shorts and briefs hit the floor a moment later. Ivy had a smile on her face as she watched him get naked with such eagerness.</p><p>Ivy gestured to the chair. “Sit.”</p><p>There was a glint in her eye. She was up to something and it was something that thrilled her. Tom wasn’t about to miss out on a chance to play so he rushed to the chair and sat.</p><p>Ivy sauntered over to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She held them up and smiled as Tom experienced the same delight his wife seemed to be feeling.</p><p>“Would you kindly put your hands behind your back?” she asked.</p><p>Tom did as he was told without hesitation. He felt the cold steel of the handcuffs against his skin. A moment later they clicked into place. He instinctively moved his arms and discovered that Ivy had weaved the handcuffs through the chair’s dowels, effectively restraining him.</p><p>“Are they comfortable?” she asked.</p><p>“They are,” Tom replied.</p><p>Ivy came out from behind Tom and stood a few feet in front of the chair. His eyes roamed over her body and he decided that she had never looked more beautiful. He knew that two weeks without an orgasm made him a little desperate, but the arousal he felt at gazing upon his wife’s perfect body was undeniable.</p><p>“Do you desire me, Tom?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” he replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled and bent over. She reached out and her fingers traced over the tip of his now-erect cock. “I guess your cock is evidence of that, isn’t it?”</p><p>Tom nodded.</p><p>“You’ve been so good for me over the past two weeks. You’ve been everything I want you to be. In fact, you’ve been better than I thought you would be. You haven’t complained at all. You’ve kept up with all your housework. You’ve continued to work hard at your job. You’ve supported me and Abigail in each and every way,” Ivy said as she ran the tip of her finger over the head of Tom’s cock in slow circles.</p><p>“I like making you happy,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy stood up, depriving him of her gentle touch. “I know you do,” she said. “I’ve learned just how deep your devotion to me goes over the past two weeks. The past few months, really. It turns out you’re exceptionally well-equipped to be the kind of man I want you to be, Tom.”</p><p>“The kind of man you want me to be?” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy stepped closer until she was standing astride Tom. Her breasts were inches from his face. Her pussy hovered above his cock. All she had to do was sit and he’d be inside her for the first time in a long time. Tom stared at the flesh of her perfect, perky breasts. He stared at her hard nipples and the little bumps on her areolas. He leaned a little closer. He wanted to kiss her flesh.</p><p>“Ah, ah, no touching,” Ivy said. “Not until I give you permission.”</p><p>Tom leaned back and looked up at his wife. “Sorry,” he said.</p><p>“That’s okay, darling,” Ivy said as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and down his cheek. Her touch was gentle and her skin warm against his. Tom closed his eyes and sank into a deeply-relaxed feeling. Some men might have been frustrated or even a little panicked after being put in handcuffs by their wives. Tom wasn’t one of those men. He felt warm, safe, and happy.</p><p>“I love you, Ivy,” he said.</p><p>“I love you too, Tom,” Ivy replied. “I love that we’re made for each other. Two months ago I had no sense of just how much I enjoy controlling your pleasure. Now I do, and it turns out you’re more than willing to play along. You’re happy to be controlled. I love that about you.”</p><p>Ivy leaned closer and kissed the top of his head. Her breasts were so close to his face that he could feel the warmth emanating from her flesh. He couldn’t kiss them, though. He couldn’t touch them. He couldn’t experience the pleasure he craved without permission from his wife.</p><p>“I love your willingness to be shared,” Ivy said. “That wasn’t something I planned on, but it felt so right that first time. I found it so thrilling to see you between Abigail’s legs. It turned me on, but I felt proud, too. You were willing to step up to make up for Eric’s inability to satisfy his wife. You’ve been willing to pleasure her each and every time I’ve instructed you to do so. You’re a generous man, Tom.”</p><p>“I like making you happy,” Tom said. “And I like making Abigail happy if that’s what you want.”</p><p>Ivy stepped back and bent over. Tom looked up at his wife and she smiled. “I know you do, and I love you for it.” She leaned closer and kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft and when she offered just a hint of her tongue Tom couldn’t help but moan. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy the past few weeks. I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you deserve. I’m sorry I haven’t been parading around the house in my underwear and teasing you. Believe me, I miss it as much as you do. Maybe even more.”</p><p>“It’s okay,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy stepped back and moved to the side of the chair. She put a hand on the back of Tom’s neck and ran her fingers through the hair. She bent over and kissed his neck as her other hand found its way between Tom’s legs. Ivy wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him.</p><p>“It’s not okay,” she said. “When I took control I took responsibility for your pleasure. It’s my right to deny you, but I shouldn’t be doing so just because I’m too busy. I need to make time for you, Tom, and I will.”</p><p>Tom’s body was awash in sensual pleasure as the mixture of Ivy’s kisses, her slow stroking, and her skillful touching of the back of his neck combined to leave him in a state of intense lust.</p><p>“Does this feel good?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Tom nodded.</p><p>Ivy released his cock and stood. She stepped in front of Tom and once again his eyes wandered over her body. His desire had grown, though. Now it felt a little painful to be so close to her and to be denied the chance to touch her.</p><p>“You want me, don’t you?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Tom replied.</p><p>Ivy reached between her legs and played with her pussy as Tom watched from a few feet away. She closed her eyes and moaned. She reached up with her free hand and played with her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh that Tom craved more than anything. She moaned louder as her fingers moved faster over her clit.</p><p>Ivy opened her eyes and a wild smile broke across her face. She released her breast and stepped closer as her fingers continued to dance over her clit. Tom’s cock throbbed as he watched his wife’s breasts approach. Her nipples were harder. Her areolas looked a little puffy, like blood had rushed to the area to increase the sensitivity.</p><p>Ivy stood astride the chair. She leaned closer. Her nipple brushed against Tom’s lips. He moaned as she teased him with what he craved. “Take me in your mouth,” she whispered.</p><p>Tom parted his lips and took his wife’s nipple in his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth over the erect flesh. He sucked gently, just like he knew she liked. Ivy moaned as her fingers continued to work her clit.</p><p>“That’s good,” Ivy said. “That’s so good, baby. You’re making me feel so good.”</p><p>Ivy moved back and offered him her other breast. Tom took her nipple into his mouth. He pleasured the flesh he craved. He made his wife moan. He listened to her pleasure and it thrilled him.</p><p>“Stop,” Ivy said gently.</p><p>Tom released her nipple and Ivy reached down and took his cock in her hand. She sank down onto it, taking him into the wet folds of her pussy. Tom pulled against the handcuffs. He wanted to touch his wife, to grab her ass and help her ride his cock. He wanted to claim what he craved and fuck her. He wasn’t in control, though.</p><p>“Do you want me, Tom?” she whispered.</p><p>“More than anything,” he said.</p><p>“Do you want to flood my pussy with your cum?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Tom replied.</p><p>Ivy kissed him with great vigor but her pussy remained still. His cock throbbed from the pleasure of being inside her, but he wouldn’t be able to cum unless she fucked him. She was completely in control and it seemed like she was taking full advantage.</p><p>“I can’t decide what I want,” Ivy whispered.</p><p>“What…what do you mean?” Tom asked.</p><p>She smiled and kissed his neck. Her pussy moved a little and Tom moaned. Ivy nibbled on his earlobe, biting down hard enough to make him yelp in pain at one point.</p><p>“It would feel good to make you cum inside me,” she said. “But it would feel even better to tease you for as long as I wanted before denying you. You have no idea how turned I am right now, and all that goes away the moment you cum inside me.”</p><p>“Ivy…please,” Tom said. “Please.”</p><p>She held his head in her hands and smiled. “You’re so desperate. It makes me so wet.”</p><p>Ivy moved her hips a little and Tom moaned. She giggled in delight and moved a little faster. An intense kind of pleasure spread through Tom’s loins. Having sex with his wife had never felt better than in that moment.</p><p>“This feels perfect,” he said.</p><p>“I know,” Ivy replied. “I never want this moment to end, and I get to make that decision. It never has to end. I can tease you as long as I like. I can tease you, extract every bit of pleasure I want from you, and deny you. I can leave you cuffed to that chair for as long as it takes you to cool down. I can uncuff you, pull you into the bed, and make you service my pussy for hours if that’s what I want. I can do all of those things, can’t I, darling?”</p><p>Tom saw the lust in his wife’s eyes, and for the first time he understood just how much she enjoyed being in control of his pleasure. As frustrating as he found it, it was clear that Ivy was in her place of bliss as she teased him.</p><p>“You can,” Tom said. “You’re in control. You get to decide. I don’t. I don’t want to decide. I want you to have control, Ivy. I want you to do whatever you want with me. Making you happy is the only thing that matters.”</p><p>Ivy studied his face for a few moments and then she smiled. “That’s music to my ears.” She leaned forward, kissed him, and rode his cock in earnest. Pleasure spread from between Tom’s legs. It filled his body as every fiber of his being focused on the joy of being inside his wife for the first time in more than a month.</p><p>“Ivy…fuck, that feels so good. Your pussy feels so good. It feels so fucking good,” Tom said. He was lost in his lust and the orgasm he felt building. The more Ivy rode him, the more intense it felt.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” Ivy said.</p><p>She rode him faster. The slippery sounds of her pussy filled the room. Tom moaned as he felt the telltale signs of his climax. His loins tensed up. His pleasure reached a crescendo. A moment later he threw his head back and cried out as he came in his wife’s pussy. Ivy kissed his neck as she sat on his cock. She moaned softly and sensually. Tom’s body trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued. He felt sleepy and more than a little giddy.</p><p>“Thank you,” he said.</p><p>“You’re welcome,” Ivy replied. “Savor it. I have a feeling that won’t be happening all that often.”</p><p>Tom knew she was almost certainly being serious. His days of cumming with any sort of frequency were probably over. That didn’t mean he was unhappy, though. He liked the new version of his life. He liked making his wife happy. He liked being teased, and he liked being of service to Abigail when necessary. He wouldn’t be cumming as much, but his sex life had certainly gotten more interesting.</p>