Page 21 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Without so much as pausing, Cordelia raised one pale brow. “Are you asking how I got past your protective detail?”
“Maybe.”
“I have my own friends, and they were very happy to get their naughty babygirls out of my way for a bit so we could talk.”
Shit. Hopefully her friends hadn’t gotten themselves in too much trouble on her behalf.
Hopping up from her chair, Ivy scanned her surroundings, looking for an escape route. “You should have taken the hint, Cordelia. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Too damn bad. You’ve had more than enough time to be pissed at me. Neither of us is leaving this room until we’ve talked this out.”
Temper sparked in Ivy’s chest, freezing her in place as she stared down her Domme. “Enough time? You really think there’s enough time to get over the fact that you lied to me? Every day for two fucking years, you’ve lied right to my face, Cordelia.”
“I never lied to you.”
“An omission is the same thing as a lie! Isn’t that what you would tell me if I kept something important from you?”
Pausing her trek forward, Cordelia sighed. “You’re right. You’re right, and I’m sorry, baby. I'm so fucking sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”
“That’s just it.” Tears filled Ivy’s eyes, and she didn’t bother to blink them away. Let Cordelia see what she’d done, how much she’d hurt her. Hurt them. “There’s nothing you can say. You lied to me, you kept things from me. But the worst thing of all is you’ve made it crystal fucking clear you don’t trust me.”
“That’s not true. I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, Ivy.”
“But not enough to share your deepest hurts with me. I’ve shared everything with you, Cordelia. You made it clear from the very first moment of our relationship that you would accept nothing less than total honesty from me. Any time I’ve tried to hide even the smallest thing from you, all it’s gotten me is a spanked ass and a lecture about how we don’t keep things from each other. And this whole time you’ve been nothing but a huge fucking hypocrite.”
Cordelia froze in place, her face paling as her mouth fell open. Taking advantage of her shocked state, Ivy darted past her, running straight out the door. But she didn’t get far before Cordelia called after her.
“Ivy Mae, stop right there!”
Still riding high on her fury, she didn’t even bother to pause as she glanced over her shoulder. “Fuck off, Cordelia!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back. Every single head in the dining room turned to stare at them, and in the silence that fell, you could have heard a pin drop.
Spinning around, she came face to face with her calmly furious Domme. “Dee. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean?—”
“Enough.” That single word, delivered in a soft yet deadly tone, had Ivy’s stomach dropping to her toes. “On your knees.”
Heart pounding, she did as she was told, sinking to the floor at Cordelia’s feet, her gaze locked on the sleek hardwood beneath her.
Leather boots came to a stop in front of her. “Eyes on me, little girl.”
Little girl. No two words had the ability to tap into her submissive side so quickly. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to look up into those emerald eyes she’d fallen in love with so many years ago. There was anger there, yes, but more than that she saw grief and a pain so deep it threatened to shatter her own heart into a million pieces.
Reaching into her pocket, Cordelia pulled something free. She let it dangle from her fingers, and a sob rose in Ivy’s throat as the lights of the bar caught on the rainbow flower she normally wore around her neck.
“You are mine, Ivy Mae.” Bending down, Cordelia placed the necklace around her throat. Was it somehow heavier than she remembered? Or was that just the weight of everything they stood to lose hanging around her neck?
With the necklace in place, Cordelia gripped Ivy’s chin between her fingers, forcing her head back even further. “This is what’s going to happen now. We are going to go home. We are going to talk. And once we’ve talked through everything, I am going to remind you exactly what it means for you to wear my collar.”
Chapter 8
Jacob
He couldn’t get Cordelia off his mind. Where was she? What was she doing right now? Was she with her… with the other woman she’d been with the other night?
Were they at the ‘club’ Zach had spoken about? What would they do at that club? Zach said it was for people who liked their sex rough, but that didn’t make sense. Sex was an act between a man and a woman, for the purpose of making a baby. How could two women even engage in such an act?
An image came to mind, unbidden, of the hug they’d shared in Braden’s office the night before. And then it shifted, Cordelia cupping the other woman’s face in her hands, pressing a long, slow kiss to her lips. He knew about kissing, and the actual act of sex, but he didn’t know much about how to get from one step to the next. Would they touch each other? Could women feel pleasure the way a man did? Nobody had ever told him that was the case but?—
