Chapter 5
Cordelia
What on earth was taking her babygirl so long? Frankie had already returned from the kitchen with her own glass of wine and a plate of food. That had been nearly ten minutes ago and Ivy still hadn’t returned.
Just as she was about to get up and track her girl down, her phone buzzed. Pulling it from her pocket, she checked the display, fully expecting to see a message from Jacob as he usually checked in at least a few times when he was out with the guys.
But it wasn’t from Jacob. It was a text from Ivy, sent to the group chat they had with their boy. An image of some kind.
Curious now, Cordelia swiped open the text.
And nearly choked on her own tongue.
There was her girl, stripped down to nothing but the dark-green-and-black bra she’d put on beneath her dress that evening. Ivy had a fondness for matching sets, and for coordinating her lingerie with her outfits. It was a fondness Cordelia thoroughly approved of.
In the first picture, Ivy was simply smiling up at the camera, angling her phone down so Cordelia could easily see the gentle swell of her breasts, the flat slope of her stomach. The second was a bit more provocative, a mirror picture that showed every inch of her girl’s creamy skin.
But the third… the third had need coiling low in Cordelia’s belly. Ivy was perched on the edge of the vanity, her legs spread and her fingers glistening with her own arousal as she stroked her bare pussy.
“Excuse me a moment.”
Without giving any more of an explanation, Cordelia rose from her chair and stalked toward the glass door that led into the house. Just as she reached for the handle, Ivy appeared on the other side, a smug smile stretched across her face.
That smile faded as their gazes clashed through the glass separating them. And before Cordelia could yank open the door, Ivy let out a squeak of surprise and flipped the latch, locking Cordelia out.
Oh you are so going to pay for that, babygirl.
“Silver, do you have a key for this door?”
Behind her, the chatter and giggling fell silent. “Ah… I do, but I left my keys inside. Is it locked?”
“It is.” Keeping her gaze locked on Ivy’s wide, worried eyes, Cordelia pitched her voice up so she could be heard through the glass. “Unlock the door, Ivy Mae.”
“Uh-oh,” Lottie sing-songed with a drunken giggle. “Better do it, Ivy. She sounds pissed.”
On the other side of the glass, Ivy danced from foot to foot, clearly at a crossroads. “Are you really mad?”
“I am certainly getting there, little girl. And if you don’t open this door right now our friends will have a front row seat to you getting your naughty bottom spanked bright red. One.”
With another of those shocked little squeaks, Ivy again reached for the lock on the door to flip it open. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.”
Stepping through the door, Cordelia watched as her babygirl took a stumbling step backward in retreat. A deliciously dark thrill raced through her veins at the fear flickering in Ivy’s brown eyes. “Naughtiness. Apparently that’s what got into you.”
Ivy’s gaze shifted to the group on the back deck, red flooding her cheeks as she returned her focus to Cordelia. “I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me!”
“Oh, babygirl. I’m not going to spank you.”
Surprise flashed over Ivy’s face and she paused her backward retreat. “You aren’t?”
“Nope.” Reaching for her girl, Cordelia wrapped a hand around her wrist and tugged so Ivy had no choice but to tumble forward, their bodies pressed against each other so closely she swore she could feel the pounding of her girl’s heart.
“I have something much, much worse planned for you, my naughty little blossom.”
Ivy
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She’d known her Daddy wasn’t going to be happy about the pictures. But at the time, it had seemed like a small price to pay for teasing her woman and their boy a bit.
Now, however, she wasn’t so sure. Pressed up against Cordelia’s soft curves with her words echoing in her ears, Ivy was regretting ever taking even one of those pictures.
“Silver, Ivy and I are going to be using one of your spare bedrooms for a little while. We’ll be back down in a bit.”
Fear, the kind that left her breathless and wanting, burned bright in Ivy’s veins as her Daddy dragged her away from their friends as they let out a chorus of ‘Oooohs’.
“Can’t we talk about this? I said I was sorry!”
“Apology accepted, babygirl. You’re still getting punished, though.”
Dammit.
She didn’t bother to protest any further as Cordelia led her upstairs to the first spare room she found.
“Dress off, on the bed. Don’t forget your phone.”
“My-my phone?”
“Yes.” Capturing Ivy’s chin between her fingers, Cordelia forced her head back, her own emerald eyes flashing with need. “You want to show off for our baby boy? Then that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
Excitement joined the fear heating Ivy’s blood as she pulled her phone free from her pocket and set it on the nightstand before stripping her dress off and tossing it aside. Crawling up onto the bed, she let her thighs fall open, an invitation for her Daddy to come and touch and taste.
“Such a pretty picture you make, Ivy Mae.” Picking up Ivy’s phone, Cordelia held it up and snapped a few pictures before handing it to Ivy. “Here’s what’s going to happen.”
Stepping back from the bed, Cordelia shrugged out of her suit jacket and reached for the button on the cuff of her dress shirt.
“Daddy’s going to eat that sweet pussy while you film me.
And when you are so wet and needy that you feel like you might actually die if you don’t get to come… we’re going to switch.”
“Daddy, no!”
With one sleeve rolled up to her elbow, Cordelia switched to the opposite arm, one corner of her mouth tugging up in a knowing smirk. “Yes, baby. You were very, very naughty tonight. Tell Daddy what rule you broke.”
Oh, god. This was not good. Not good at all. “N-not touching what belongs to Daddy without permission.”
“Very good. You should be thankful I’m not changing my mind about letting you peg our boy tonight.
I did consider letting him fuck your ass while you beg for your pleasure and then leaving you on edge the rest of the night.
But tonight is meant to be special, so as long as you are on your very best behavior the rest of the evening, you can still have your turn with our boy. ”
Knowing she’d pushed her Daddy far enough for her to even consider such a strict punishment had Ivy’s stomach churning with guilt. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” Eyes locked with Ivy’s, Cordelia knelt on the bed. “Turn the phone on, baby. Let’s give our boy a show.”
With trembling fingers, Ivy managed, after three fumbling attempts, to turn the camera on and hit record.
Cordelia grinned and wiggled her fingers at the phone.
“Hi, baby boy. Ivy was very, very naughty tonight so I thought you might enjoy watching her punishment. I expect you to watch this entire video all the way through. There will be a quiz later.”
If she hadn’t been so distracted by her own impending torment, she might have laughed. As it was, all she could focus on was the ache between her thighs that had no relief in sight.
Hooking her arms under Ivy’s thighs, Cordelia settled between them with a quiet chuckle. “Look how wet you are, Ivy Mae. Make sure you get a good shot for our boy so he can see.”
Whimpering softly, Ivy moved the camera so Jacob would get a clear view of her soaked pussy.
As she did, Cordelia lowered her head, running her tongue up between Ivy’s lips to her swollen clit. “Delicious. As always. Keep that camera on me, baby.”
Easier said than done, especially when her Daddy really got to work, using her tongue to tease every inch of Ivy’s throbbing pussy. Soft, gentle flicks drove Ivy closer to the edge without ever giving her enough to send her flying.
“Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!”
With every lick, every touch, every taste, Ivy regretted her choices more and more. Until she was writhing beneath her woman’s mouth, desperate for release, promising to never, ever be naughty again.
“Please, please, please.” Arching up with a sob, her job as camerawoman completely forgotten, Ivy begged with everything she was worth. “Daddy, I’ll do anything, just please let me come!”
But just like all her pleas before, this one went unanswered as Cordelia lifted her head, leaving Ivy teetering on the edge of sanity. “All right, babygirl. Your turn.”