Chapter 7
Cordelia
She was in heaven. With her babygirl whimpering and whining because she’d been denied, knowing they were about to torture their poor boy with their home video, Cordelia was in her element.
Settling back against the pillows, she reached for the button on her slacks. “Set the phone on the nightstand so our boy can watch and then come here, blossom. Time to show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
Eyes wild with need, Ivy rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling forward as Cordelia wiggled out of her pants and tossed the side.
Soft, gentle hands tugged at her underwear and Cordelia lifted her hips so Ivy could slide them down her legs. Threading her fingers through her girl’s silky tresses, Cordelia tugged firmly enough for Ivy to look up at her, that delicious mixture of need and fear swirling in her dark gaze.
“No teasing. You want to earn your orgasm privileges back, you need to make me come and come hard without playing around. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. You may begin.”
And with that, Ivy all but dove for her pussy. Fingers still tangled in her girl’s hair, Cordelia arched up with a gasp, grinding her clit against Ivy’s wicked tongue.
“Fuck, babygirl. Just like that. Such a good fucking girl you are, Ivy Mae. Eating your Daddy’s pussy like it’s your last meal.”
She’d always been a big fan of praise, and her Ivy thrived on it. But knowing that Jacob would be watching this later spurred her on even more than usual and she found herself wanting to put on a show for him even as pleasure flooded her veins.
Because more than the physical act of having her pussy eaten, of the pleasure her girl so expertly gave, she craved that control.
Craved the knowledge that both her subs would spend their whole evening on edge all because of her.
The thought of her boy, locked in his cage, unable to even get fully hard while he watched her and Ivy pleasure each other, thrilled her.
And knowing Ivy was equally on edge, wet and aching beneath her pretty dress, desperate to do whatever it took to earn that coveted orgasm?
Heaven. Fucking heaven.
Letting her head fall back against the pillows, she pulled Ivy closer as need coiled in her core, rolling her hips in a demand for more.
And more, her girl gave, sliding her tongue between Cordelia’s soaked lips, driving her higher and higher until that coil inside her snapped, pleasure flooding her veins like molten lava.
“Fuck!” Breaths coming in ragged gasps, Cordelia collapsed backward, her nerves on fire from her babygirl’s clever tongue. “My good fucking girl. You did such a good job, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” With a soft, satisfied hum, Ivy nuzzled her cheek against the inside of Cordelia’s thigh. “I’m sorry I was naughty.”
“I know, baby. But you’re going to be my good girl the rest of the night, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Hand me your phone.”
Rolling to the side, Ivy did as she was told and Cordelia lifted the device, grinning into the camera. “When you finish watching this, text us so we know you were a good boy and followed directions. We miss you.”
Wiggling under Cordelia’s arm, Ivy waved at the camera. “Love you, Jakey! We’ll see you soon!”
Cordelia ended the video, then sent it off to their boy. It was long enough she had to split it into two parts, but it eventually went through and she locked Ivy’s phone before handing it back to her.
“Guess we should get back to the party.”
Ivy grinned up at her. “Or… we bow out, go pick up our boy, and head home so you can spoil your two favorite people with all the orgasms we can handle.”
“Nice try, blossom. We need to stay at least another hour.”
Honestly, their friends would understand. But Cordelia was having too much fun to let her girl off the hook so soon. And Ivy’s adorable pout when she said no was even more reason to stay.
“Fine.” Ivy drew the word out into more syllables than Cordelia could count, and she had to smother a laugh at her babygirl’s antics. With Ivy’s help, she pulled her clothes back on, fixed what wrinkles she could, and led her girl back downstairs.
They were met with knowing grins that had Ivy’s face flaming bright red as she flounced over to the chair they’d been sharing before her rebellious moment.
Settling beneath the blanket again, her girl curled up on her lap, Cordelia looked around the group. “So. Did we miss anything interesting?”
Lottie immediately launched into a detailed complaint about how mean Frankie and Silver were being because they wouldn’t give her phone back and she needed it because what if something happened and the caterer cancelled or the flowers got sent back because she didn't answer someone right away?
Listening to her friends bicker, Cordelia pulled her phone from her pocket when it buzzed and grinned down at the message from their boy.
Jacob
Miss you both. You could always come rescue me early…
Cordelia
Not a chance, baby. Go have fun with your friends. And think about how much fun Daddy is going to have when she gets you both home.
Satisfied that would keep both her errant subs on pins and needles until they left, she tucked her phone back into her pocket, pulled Ivy snugly against her, and prepared to wait out the longest hour of her life.
Ivy
Longest. Party. Ever.
And it didn’t help one bit that her Daddy continued to torment her the entire time with random little touches.
Brushing her fingers over Ivy’s breast, stroking her thighs, tracing random patterns over her stomach.
All of it was designed to drive her to distraction, to keep her on edge and desperate until they got home.
And it was working.
By the time Cordelia nudged Ivy off her lap so they could say their goodbyes, Ivy was ready to jump out of her skin. As it was, she nearly dragged Cordelia through the house, much to their friends’ amusement when they finally did say their farewells.
“What’s the hurry, blossom?” Planting her feet on the front porch, Cordelia hauled Ivy back to her, wrapping her arms around Ivy’s waist to anchor her in place. “Got somewhere special to be?”
“Yes and you damn well know it.”
One pale brow raising, Cordelia slid her hands down to cup Ivy’s ass and squeeze. “Careful, little girl. There is still plenty of time for you to lose orgasm privileges for good tonight.”
Heat rose to Ivy’s cheeks. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s all right, blossom. I know you’re a bit… frustrated.”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
“Mmm.” Leaning down, Cordelia brushed her lips over Ivy’s, the faintest touch that had Ivy groaning as she pressed herself closer to her woman’s soft curves. “And the next time you want to touch what’s mine? What are you going to do?”
“Ask permission first.”
“That’s my sweet little blossom. I’m glad you’ve learned your lesson, because if I have to repeat it, you will be spending more than just a few hours on edge. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Let’s go get our boy.”
Excitement coursed through her veins as she followed her Daddy down to their car. Thank god Cordelia didn’t spend the ride teasing her, the way she had on the drive to Silver’s house. Still, it seemed like forever before they were pulling into Beckett’s driveway.
The man himself met them at the door, a sloppy grin on his face. “Welcome back, ladies. Your boy is in the living room, waiting not so patiently for your return.”
But instead of heading into the house, Cordelia hung back, Ivy’s hand firmly clasped in hers and it was all Ivy could do not to growl in frustration. “Did he behave himself?”
“Jesus Christ, Dee, we’re not picking our kid up from preschool!”
Both of Beckett’s brows winged upward. “What happened to our sweet little Ivy?”
“She’s feeling a bit… on edge tonight.”
A knowing glint lit Beckett’s eyes. “Ahh. Understandable. Well, Jacob was, as always, a perfect gentleman. Unfortunately. We’ll break him of that someday.”
“Don’t you dare, Beckett Stone. I’m the only one allowed to corrupt my boy.”
Tossing his head back, Beckett let out a long, loud laugh. “Fair enough. Jacob! Your women are here!”
An almost comically short time later, Jacob came striding out of the living room, his long legs eating up the distance between them.
He made a beeline straight for Ivy, hauling her up in a tight hug and swinging her around.
Happiness burst out of her in a stream of giggles as she wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed. “Miss us, baby?”
“Always.”
Holden joined them, an easy smile on his face as he nodded first to Ivy then to Cordelia.
“Evening, ladies. Delia, can I talk to you for a minute before you head home?”
“Of course.” Glancing over, Cordelia sent them a mockingly stern look. “Wait right here and don’t give Beckett any trouble.”
As she strode away, Beckett dropped his voice to a whisper. “Why is she acting like I’m the responsible one?”
Jacob grinned at Beckett’s drunken playfulness, but worry settled heavy in Ivy’s chest. “Why does Holden want to talk to her? Do you think something happened? What if You-Know-Who escaped?”
“If he’d escaped, Holden wouldn’t let you three out of his sight,” Beckett assured her.
“Maybe that’s what he’s telling her now. What if we have to go back to the safe house?” Tears stung her eyes as worry morphed into panic, wrapping slithering tentacles around her chest and squeezing tight. “We can’t miss the wedding!”
“We’re not going to miss the wedding, Ivy. It’ll be okay.” But now her own worry was reflected in her boy’s eyes, and she felt like an asshole for upsetting him.
“You’re right.” She forced herself to smile up at him. “It’s probably nothing. I’m just jumping at shadows.”
The corners of Jacob’s mouth turned down in that thoughtful little frown he got when he was trying to puzzle through something new and despite the worry and guilt weighing on her, Ivy couldn’t help but giggle. “It just means I’m worrying about nothing, baby.”
“Oh. Yeah, probably.”
He didn’t sound any more convinced than she felt, but luckily she was saved from potentially making things worse by the reappearance of their Daddy. Cordelia didn’t look upset, which helped ease the band around Ivy’s chest a bit.
But just a bit.
“Ready to go, my loves?” Sliding an arm around Ivy’s waist, Cordelia pulled her close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Ivy wanted to pepper her with all the questions bouncing around in her head, but she forced herself to wait until they’d made their way out to the car.
She pounced the moment Cordelia slid into the driver’s seat. “What did Holden want?”
Dark-green eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. “That’s between us, Ivy Mae. Buckle your seatbelt.”
“But—”
“It was nothing to worry about, blossom. You know I would tell you if it was.”
Right, you’d never keep something important from me like having a whole-ass husband.
As soon as the sarcastic thought popped into her mind, Ivy’s stomach twisted with guilt. They’d worked through that, both on their own and in therapy. It wasn’t fair for her to continue clinging to that one instance of dishonesty as a reason not to trust her Daddy.
Shoving the thought aside, she nodded and reached for her seatbelt. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Thank you for listening, baby. Now.” Cordelia’s grin flashed in the mirror as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. “Let’s get our boy home so we can have some fun.”