<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="104315747" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“That’s it,” Abigail said as she grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair and pulled hard. “Right there. Suck on my clit. Suck on it like a good boy.”</p><p>Tom had gone down on his wife’s business partner often enough to know that Abigail was close to cumming. She tended to get more verbal as her pleasure deepened and she let go of any inhibitions she might have harbored. Tom did as instructed, sucking gently on her clit while flicking his tongue back and forth over it.</p><p>“Oh, fuck…I’m cumming!” she announced not long after. She closed her thighs around Tom’s head for a moment and he felt them tremble as Abigail went totally silent for a few seconds. She even stopped breathing. Then her thighs shot open and she screamed in pleasure before releasing her grip on his hair and looking down at him with a hazy smile on her face. “Thank you, Tom,” she said. “That was exactly what I needed.”</p><p>“There’s nothing like an eager mouth to help relieve your stress, is there?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Abigail looked at her friend and smiled. “There really isn’t, especially when that eager mouth is so talented.” She ran her fingers through Tom’s hair and offered an appreciative look. “I might be crazy, but I’m fairly certain he’s getting better, too.”</p><p>“He gets plenty of practice and instruction,” Ivy said. “And he finds a great deal of pleasure in doing a good job.”</p><p>Tom liked that they were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. He’d come to enjoy the moments where he felt like little more than his wife’s servant, especially when those moments included providing Ivy and Abigail with sexual pleasure. He was quite certain he would never tire of being called upon to use his mouth for their satisfaction.</p><p>“We have an hour before Susan gets here,” Ivy said. “We should make sure everything is ready. Tom, would you see to the drinks and snacks while Abigail and I finalize our pitch and lay out the products?”</p><p>Tom stood and Abigail glanced at the erection making a tent in his pants. She offered a smile as he said, “Of course. Should I decant the wine now, or would it be better if I wanted until we’re closer to Susan’s arrival?”</p><p>“Decant it now,” Ivy answered. “And thank you for asking.”</p><p>Tom nodded at his wife and departed the room with his erection still throbbing. It had been nearly three weeks since his last orgasm, which meant the thrill of making Abigail cum was more than enough to leave him hard for quite some time.</p><p>In the kitchen, Tom decanted the wine as his wife had requested and he made sure they had three clean glasses. He checked the charcuterie board he’d already prepared to ensure that it looked absolutely perfect, and ensured there were chilled water bottles in case Susan wanted something besides wine.</p><p>Tom was determined to do his part to make sure the meeting went well. Susan was a buyer for a small local retail chain and if she was impressed with Ivy and Abigail and their products it would make a huge difference for their business. Their revenue would instantly explode and they were all hopeful that if Susan decided to stock their product that other stores like hers would follow.</p><p>Once he was satisfied the food was ready, Tom ensured the house was as clean as he’d left it earlier that morning after he’d dusted and vacuumed. He wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. He wanted the best for Ivy, and she wanted here business to succeed more than anything.</p><p>“She’s here,” Ivy said when a dark luxury sedan pulled into their driveway. Susan had arrived at the exact time she’d said she would. “Tom, please pour the glasses of wine. As soon as we sit down with Susan, please bring them along with the charcuterie. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” Tom replied.</p><p>He headed for the kitchen as Susan knocked on the door. Tom heard the enthusiasm in his wife’s voice as she greeted their guest. He felt a sense of pride at how quickly Ivy and Abigail had built their business and he was more than happy to lend a hand in serving the food and drinks.</p><p>Tom poured three glasses of wine and pulled the charcuterie from the refrigerator. He placed the glasses on a tray and walked into the living room with them.</p><p>“Susan, this is my husband Tom,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom placed the tray on the coffee table and handed each woman a glass before shaking Susan’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said.</p><p>Susan smiled, gently swirled the wine in her glass, and said, “It’s very nice to meet a man so dedicated to helping his wife. I’m impressed.”</p><p>“It’s my pleasure,” Tom said. “Ivy and Abigail are both the sorts of women I can’t help but want to support in any way I can. Plus, I think you’ll find that they’re talented and driven to make their business succeed. Now, I’ll be right back with the food.”</p><p>“There’s food?” Susan asked.</p><p>“There certainly is,” Ivy replied.</p><p>Tom departed for the kitchen, left the drink tray on the table, and picked up the charcuterie board, three small plates, napkins, and the silverware he’d pulled out. He returned the living room and Susan flashed a delighted smile as Tom placed the board on the coffee table.</p><p>“Oh my,” she said. “You certainly know how to make a woman feel welcome.”</p><p>“He put all of this together,” Ivy said. “It’s actually rather impressive, Tom.”</p><p>“It is,” Abigail said.</p><p>“I have to say, you put my ex-husband to shame, Tom,” Susan added. “He wouldn’t have been willing to pour a glass of wine to help me out, let alone put together a spread like this.”</p><p>Tom smiled. “I love my wife,” he said. “I’ll leave you to it. Please let me know if you need anything else.”</p><p>Tom turned to walk away and Susan said, “I’m impressed. I wasn’t kidding about my ex-husband. Most of my friends are married to men that aren’t willing to lift a finger, either.”</p><p>“My husband is the same way, if I’m being honest,” Abigail added. “Ivy has trained her man exceptionally well.”</p><p>Tom heard Susan laugh as he stepped into the kitchen with a smile on his face. They continued to talk, but Tom was a bit too far away to make out anything they were saying. He considered moving closer to eavesdrop, but to do so would have been rude. He knew Ivy would nail the meeting, though. They just had to hope that Susan actually liked their products.</p><p>Tom poured himself a glass of wine, pulled out his phone, and sat the kitchen table. He browsed Twitter, sipped his wine, and killed time with an ear towards the living room in case he was needed.</p><p>Nearly an hour had passed when Ivy stepped into the kitchen with a smile on her face. “How’s it going?” Tom asked.</p><p>“Exceptionally well,” Ivy said. “Susan is ready to place an order. There’s just one thing she needs before she’ll commit, though.”</p><p>“What is it?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy stepped closer and reached out to run her hand through Tom’s hair. She smiled and he felt a gentle stirring between his legs at her touch. “She asked about you,” Ivy said. “She couldn’t quite wrap her head around the idea of a husband being so willing to do as his wife desires. So I told her about the changes in our marriage. I explained how I’ve taken control and how we’ve both found far greater happiness now that I’m in charge of your orgasms. I explained how I’ve taken charge in other areas of our life, too, that it’s been subtle, but that in many ways I’m now in control of our marriage.”</p><p>Tom hadn’t really thought of it that way, but giving the notion even a brief moment of consideration revealed it to be true. He’d happily given up his office for her business. He did most of the housework now. He serviced Abigail when asked to. He largely did whatever his wife requested and he did so without putting up a fight.</p><p>“What does Susan want?” Tom asked.</p><p>“She wants to use you,” Ivy answered.</p><p>Tom studied his wife’s face for some sign of what that meant. He suspected it was much like the way Abigail used him, but Ivy offered no hints. “What does that mean?”</p><p>“She didn’t say,” Ivy replied. “All she said was that she wants to use you.”</p><p>“What do you think she wants?” Tom asked.</p><p>“I think what she wants more than anything is for me to give you to her,” Ivy said. “I think she likes the idea of me being willing to surrender my husband to her, even for a short period of time. I’m not sure what exactly she wants to do, but I get the impression that Susan has endured many frustrating relationships, so I’m not sure she’ll be overly kind. She might just have you go down on her like Abigail does, but she might want more than that.”</p><p>Tom felt an odd collection of sensations as his wife explained that he’d become a pawn in the kind of game that men typically played. There was no reason women couldn’t get off on that sense of power, though, and Susan clearly seemed to be that sort of woman.</p><p>“So, if you give me to her, she’ll stock your products?” Tom asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Ivy replied.</p><p>“Give me to her,” Tom said. “I’ll do whatever she wants.”</p><p>“Are you sure?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Tom took his wife’s hand and lifted it to his lips. He kissed her soft skin, looked up at her, and said, “Ivy, I’ll do anything to make you happy, and I know how much getting this business off the ground means to you. I think we both know that you can’t do that without some sort of sacrifice. This seems like a relatively small sacrifice, doesn’t it?”</p><p>“I can’t guarantee that,” Ivy said. “Susan might ask more of you that you’ve ever had to give.”</p><p>“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Tom replied. “I will. I promise.”</p><p>Ivy smiled. “Very good.” She pulled Tom to his feet, pressed her body against his, and kissed him. He closed his eyes and her lips parted. His did the same and Ivy rewarded him with her tongue. Tom welcomed it into his mouth and his cock came to life, as Ivy no doubt expected.</p><p>“You need to be good for her if you’re going to do this,” Ivy said. “Whatever she wants, you need to give it to her. Do you understand?”</p><p>Gone was the sense of concern that had graced Ivy’s face when she stepped into the kitchen. Tom wondered if this was the outcome she wanted all along. Had Ivy guided him towards embracing doing whatever Susan wanted? If so, she’d done it exceptionally well, because Tom had felt as though it was his decision. It didn’t matter, though. He’d made the decision and he wasn’t going to go back on it and disappoint his wife.</p><p>“I’ll do whatever she wants,” Tom said. “I promise. I won’t disappoint you.”</p><p>Ivy took his hand and squeezed it. “I know you won’t.” She led him into the living room and Susan looked up with a smile on her face. “He’s all yours,” Ivy said.</p><p>Susan put her wine glass on the coffee table, stood, and said, “Very good.” She approached Tom, took his hand, and added, “I’ll use him right now. In your bedroom. It won’t take more than an hour or two, I promise.”</p><p>“Of course,” Ivy said. “You’ll find the bedroom at the end of the hallway.”</p><p>Susan tightened her grip on Tom’s hand and led him down the hallway. She stepped into the bedroom, turned, and said, “Strip.”</p><p>Tom fumbled with his shirt buttons as a sense of anxiety enveloped him.</p><p>“Faster,” Susan demanded with her hands on her hips.</p><p>Tom stripped as fast as he could. His heart pounded as he dropped his pants and underwear and kicked them aside, leaving him naked in front of Susan. She glanced at his half-hard cock for just a moment before stepping behind Tom and grabbing two handfuls of his ass.</p><p>“We’re going to have so much fun,” she whispered before kissing the back of his neck. Tom closed his eyes and his cock grew to fully erect as Susan’s kisses spread to his shoulder and upper back. He wondered if she was going to request that he fuck her. Would Ivy be okay with that? She’d instructed him to do whatever Susan wanted, but that seemed insane.</p><p>“Bend over the bed for me,” Susan said.</p><p>Tom walked to the bed, bent over, and put his hands on the mattress. Susan stepped behind him and ran her fingers over his ass.</p><p>“As a woman, it’s hard to find a man like you to play with,” Susan said. “Many claim to be willing to submit, but so few actually are. Most just want you to fulfill their fantasy, whatever it might be. Men don’t really struggle to find a woman that will submit to them. There are plenty of women willing to accept money to do so. It’s a simple transaction. Of course, that’s not any fun. It’s so much more exciting when a man offers it up.”</p><p>Tom was about to turn his head and look back at Susan when she brought her hand down on his ass. The blow was swift and hard and he cried out from the pain. His head fell to the bed and he resisted the urge to collapse to his knees.</p><p>“Most men wouldn’t be willing to offer their asses for something like that,” Susan said. “Most men wouldn’t continue to offer their asses after the first blow. You’re not like most men though, are you Tom?”</p><p>Tom looked up and shook his head. “No,” he said.</p><p>Susan rubbed his ass and leaned closer. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met a man so devoted to his wife. Ivy has trained you exceptionally well.” She smacked his ass again. This time she hit him harder. It hurt more. He cried out louder. He knew the bedroom door was open. He knew Ivy could hear him. He wondered what she was thinking. Was she coming to rescue him? Had she and Abigail left to spare themselves having to listen to Susan have her way with him?</p><p>Tom heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and he looked back to see Susan removing her skirt. She dropped her panties along with it and he watched as she slipped two fingers into her pussy and began to masturbate. He could hear her wetness and ease with which she penetrated herself indicated that she was soaked with desire.</p><p>Susan spanked him again, this time delivering two swift blows while she continued to masturbate. Tom gritted his teeth and tried his best not to collapse from the pain. The idea that Susan found it arousing helped, too. That meant she’d be happy with Ivy, that she’d be more likely to stock Ivy and Abigail’s products.</p><p>“Does your wife have any toys?” Susan asked.</p><p>Tom nodded. “Yes, in the nightstand.”</p><p>Susan walked to the other side of the bed, opened the nightstand, and pulled out a cream-colored vibrator that Ivy frequently used. She held it up and smiled before turning her gaze to Tom. Susan crawled into the bed and said, “Open up.”</p><p>Tom parted his lips and she pushed the dildo into his mouth.</p><p>“Suck it,” she said.</p><p>Tom sucked on the dildo as instructed. Susan held his gaze and though he wanted to, he didn’t look away. He stared into her eyes as he sucked on the toy. He stared as she pushed it deeper into his mouth.</p><p>“You’ve never had a cock in your mouth, have you Tom?” Susan asked.</p><p>He shook his head.</p><p>“Do you want a cock in your mouth, Tom?” she asked.</p><p>He shook his head again.</p><p>Susan pulled the toy from his mouth, crawled out of the bed, and stepped behind him. “It’s a good thing you’re not married to me, then,” she said. “If you were, I’d have turned you into a cocksucker. I’d have brought men over to fuck your face until you were completely broken. I’d have turned you into nothing more than a submissive servant.”</p><p>Tom couldn’t think of anything to say, so he remained silent. Then he felt the dildo press between his ass cheeks. He tightened up immediately and Susan spanked him again. He cried out as the pain deepened.</p><p>“I would have had those men fuck you, too. The fastest way to break a heterosexual man is to make him take a cock in the ass. Multiple cocks, if possible. There’s nothing like being used as an anal whore and cum dumpster to break a man. It’s not my job to break you, though. It’s my job to use you for my pleasure, Tom, and if you don’t relax and let me fuck you with this toy while I masturbate, I’m going to be disappointed. If I’m disappointed, your wife is going to be disappointed. Plus, I’m going to spank you so long and so hard you won’t be able to sit right for a week. So, take a deep breath, relax, and take this toy in your ass while I play with my pussy,” Susan instructed.</p><p>Tom closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to relax. Susan rubbed his lower back and the upper part of his ass and applied a little bit of pressure. The toy slipped past his anal ring and she moaned as her hand moved between her legs. Tom heard the wet sounds of masturbation as she played with her pussy. She was genuinely turned on from abusing him. He couldn’t help but be thankful that he wasn’t married to her. The sort of life she described seemed impossibly grim.</p><p>“That’s it,” Susan said. “Open up for me. Take it for me. Take it like a fucking slut.”</p><p>She fucked him harder and Tom continued to take deep breaths. It hurt, but the toy was thin enough that it wasn’t agonizing. He wondered if Ivy could hear everything Susan was saying. Was she listening to Susan’s verbal humiliation? Did she know what was happening in their bedroom?</p><p>Susan climaxed as she fucked Tom’s ass with the toy. He looked back to see the pleasure on her face while her moans filled the bedroom. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t help but smile as the joy of a good climax ripped through her.</p><p>Susan pulled out the toy and placed it on the nightstand. She smiled at Tom and rubbed his ass before taking off her blouse, camisole, and bra and climbing into the bed. “Come,” she said. “Join me. I’m not anywhere near done with you. I don’t get to play with subs like you often enough. I’m going to take my time.”</p><p>Tom felt a little fearful as he crawled into the bed, but he’d come this far and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d done everything he could to help his wife’s business.</p><p>The deal was done. Ivy was ushering Susan out the door. Abigail followed soon after. Tom had done his part. He’d given himself to Susan like she desired. He’d done what his wife wanted. He’d done his part to help her business.</p><p>Tom was on his back in their bed when Ivy stepped into the room. His cock was half hard – Susan had seen fit to play with it a little, though she hadn’t let him cum – and his ass, jaw, and chest were quite sore from her rather relentless use and abuse.</p><p>“Hey,” Tom said as turned to his wife.</p><p>Ivy stepped into the room and stripped. He smiled at the sight of her naked body and welcomed its warmth against his when she crawled into the bed.</p><p>“Susan agreed to stock our products at all her stores,” Ivy said. “You made me so happy, Tom.”</p><p>“I’ll do anything for you,” Tom replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled and offered a soft kiss. Her hand moved down his chest and between his legs. She stroked him slowly and Tom’s cock quickly reached a fully erect state.</p><p>“I know you will,” Ivy whispered. “That makes me happier than anything. It sounded rough. The things she did, I mean. Was it rough?”</p><p>“A little,” Tom replied as he thought of the spanking, the smothering, and the anal sex with the dildo.</p><p>Ivy released his cock and rolled onto her back. “Touch me,” she said. “Feel my pussy.”</p><p>Tom rolled onto his side and reached between her legs. His fingers found her pussy and slipped between her labia. He was inside a moment later. She was soaked.</p><p>“You’re so wet,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy bit her lower lip and nodded. “I don’t think I could be as rough as she was, but I got turned on listening to it. When I heard her spank you and when I heard you cry out, it turned me on. I think I liked that you were doing it for me, Tom. You were taking it from her for me. When I heard her talking about how smothering you with her pussy turned her on, I got wetter. If Abigail wasn’t there I would have masturbated.”</p><p>Tom played with his wife’s pussy and watched the pleasure wash across her face. He was still hard as a rock. It was Ivy’s desire that turned him on. It didn’t make the slightest bit of sense, but he liked that Susan’s rough treatment had left his wife in a state of wild lust.</p><p>“She fucked me, you know,” Tom said. “With your toy. She bent me over and she fucked me.”</p><p>Ivy closed her eyes and moaned. She arched her back as Tom fingered her and played with her clit. He could see how close she was.</p><p>“She told me she would have made me into a cocksucker if she was married to me. She told me she would have had men fucking me, too. That she would have used them to break me, to turn me into her servant,” Tom said.</p><p>Ivy rolled her head from side to side as he played with her clit. She seemed lost in her desire, as if Susan had turned her on to the kinkiest fantasy imaginable and she was happily sinking into it.</p><p>Ivy’s eyes opened and she sat up. She pushed Tom onto his back, straddled him, and sank down onto his stiff cock. She put her hands on his chest and rode him hard. In an instant his body was enveloped in unexpected, overwhelming pleasure.</p><p>“Tom…fuck…cum inside me,” Ivy said. She pinched his nipples and pulled hard. Tom cried out from the pain and Ivy smiled like she was getting off on it.</p><p>“Ivy…I’m cumming!” Tom announced. Despite the pain, he couldn’t hold back. He unloaded in his wife and she joined him in climaxing a moment later. She released his nipples and gently moved back and forth on his cock while her legs trembled and she rolled her head towards the ceiling and smiled.</p><p>Ivy collapsed on top of him as Tom felt his cum leaking out of her and down around his balls. He kissed her neck and Ivy cooed appreciatively.</p><p>“What an interesting day this has been,” Ivy said.</p><p>“Yes indeed,” Tom replied. It seemed like the perfect way to describe the day. He wondered if there were any more like it in his future.</p>