Page 25 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Shifting slightly to ease the growing ache in her thighs, her gaze landed on the strap Cordelia had laid beside her on the couch.
There is nothing I could do she wouldn’t forgive.
How could she accept that kind of grace if she wasn’t willing to give it herself? Yeah, Cordelia had fucked up. But she’d admitted it, explained why, and promised to do better. If the tables were turned, she would forgive Ivy, even before any punishment she might have earned. A punishment that wouldn’t be about any kind of revenge on Cordelia’s part, but solely for Ivy’s benefit. The kind of cleansing only a hard, painful spanking could give her.
So yeah, as hard as it was, she owed Cordelia at least a fraction of the love and understanding she’d been shown for the past two years. Forcing her gaze back up to meet Cordelia’s, she nodded slowly. “You’ll tell me everything? Not just the parts you think I can handle? All the deep, dark shit you’ve been keeping from me?”
“As long as it’s mine to tell, yes.”
Part of her wanted to push for more. To demand more. But another part of her recognized that just the promise was costing her woman in ways she couldn’t understand. So for now, she would have to be okay with what was being offered.
And hope it was enough.
“Okay. I believe you.”
Relief flashed in Cordelia’s eyes. “Thank you, baby. I know that’s not an easy thing to do, after… everything.”
“It’s not.” It was, in fact, the hardest thing she’d ever had to do as Cordelia’s submissive. “So please don’t make me regret trusting you, Dee.”
“I won’t, baby. I promise. Come here.”
Practically vaulting herself up from the ground, Ivy curled up in her woman’s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck with a sob. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. I don’t wanna fight anymore.”
“Shhh, baby. It’s okay. We’re okay.”
They sat just like that, wrapped around each other for what felt like hours. With Cordelia gently rocking her, assuring her they were okay and everything was going to work out and that she was loved. And with every tender word, the rock in Ivy’s stomach broke apart a little more.
“I think it’s time for bed, blossom,” Cordelia said softly, pressing a kiss to Ivy’s hair.
What remained of the rock in her stomach grew heavy again. “Oh, but… Um. You still owe me a spanking. Ma’am.”
Pulling away slightly, Cordelia cupped her face, her eyes full of worry. “Are you sure, baby? You’ve got a get out of jail free pass for this one if you want it.”
“No. I-I need this. I feel awful for losing it on you like that, especially at the club. I don’t think I can go back there, look everyone in the eye if I haven’t been punished.”
For a moment, she thought Cordelia might back out on her. But then she sighed and nodded her agreement. “All right. Go change into a pair of pjs and then meet me back out here.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Chapter 9
Cordelia
Fuck.
Letting her head fall back against the couch, Cordelia closed her eyes.
She didn’t want to spank Ivy. The only reason she’d even offered it as an option was because she knew her babygirl. Ivy was a submissive right down to her toes. And when she acted out, when she broke a rule as grandly and publicly as she had tonight, she needed a punishment to set her right.
But fuck, this one was going to be rough. Ivy never would have lashed out the way she had if Cordelia had been honest with her from the beginning. If she’d opened up the way her therapist had been urging her to for years.
If, if, if.
So many times she could have chosen differently. Could have done the right thing, but she hadn’t. And now she had to punish her babygirl, because she’d pushed her into acting so out of character Ivy would never be able to forgive herself otherwise.
“Dee? You okay?”
Lifting her head, she raked her gaze over Ivy’s fairylike form, clad in nothing but a pair of navy-blue silk shorts and a matching tank top. God, she wished she could just drag her off to bed and eat her sweet pussy until she begged for mercy.
