Page 29 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Ivy let out a little huff of breath as Cordelia slid the blindfold over her eyes. “So I can’t ask questions now?”
Clearly her girl was feeling more like herself, playful sass and all. Without answering her, Cordelia picked up the first clamp, squeezing so the jagged teeth parted like a small crocodile’s mouth. Her babygirl’s nipples were still plenty hard from her earlier teasing, so she moved the clip to Ivy’s breast.
And let it snap shut around her girl’s nipple.
“Oh!” With a loud gasp, Ivy arched up off the couch. “Oh, oh, it hurts! Dee, please!”
“Poor baby.” Faux sympathy dripped from her words as Cordelia picked up the second clamp. “Do you want me to make it better, blossom?”
They’d been together long enough for Ivy to understand not just the words but the tone, and the dangerous intent lurking beneath both. Going perfectly still, she dragged in a deep breath. “Y-yes, Ma’am. Please.”
“My good girl,” Cordelia crooned as she snapped the second clamp on her babygirl’s nipple. “You look so pretty when you take what I give you.”
“Th-thank you, Ma’am.”
Picking up the toy she’d retrieved from her case, Cordelia dragged just the tip down the inside of Ivy’s thigh, chuckling softly when her girl instinctively raised her hips, a silent plea for more. “Do you remember what I told you at the club, baby? About what I was going to do after we talked?”
Again Ivy went still, and even with the blindfold on, Cordelia swore she could see her brain working overtime. “You said you were going to remind me what it means to wear your collar.”
“That’s right, baby. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Ivy
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Fear, need, excitement, and a dozen other emotions flooded her system, setting every nerve ending on alert as Cordelia continued to tease her with the toy. She couldn’t see it, but the hard, blunt head trailing over her skin was clearly a cock of some kind, she just wasn’t sure which one it was.
“Up on your knees, babygirl. Let me see that pretty bottom all covered with my marks.”
Whimpering softly, Ivy shifted, rolling carefully onto her stomach so she could present herself as instructed. Chest and arms pressed against the couch, she lifted her ass in the air, putting all the most sensitive parts of herself on display.
“If I know my girl, you took a shower at Frankie and Holden’s place before leaving for work. Didn’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Which means this sweet little asshole is nice and clean for me.”
Heat rushed to Ivy’s face at the implication. After years of being in the lifestyle, there were few things that truly embarrassed her any longer.
What Cordelia planned to do was one of them.
But the embarrassment only seemed to feed her own growing need. Submitting, especially when it was difficult or embarrassing or downright painful was what she craved. Giving herself over to another person so completely that her own pleasure was secondary to letting herself be conquered, claimed.
Owned.
The necklace around her neck seemed to grow even heavier as Cordelia’s tongue traced teasing little patterns over the exposed skin of Ivy’s bottom. Cordelia’s plan was working—never before had Ivy felt the weight of her collar so keenly, so deeply, and she knew she would remember this night for a very long time.
“Mmm. You smell so good, blossom. Almost as good as you taste.”
Pleasure rocketed through Ivy’s veins as Cordelia slid her tongue deep into her pussy, hitting all the right spots as she fucked Ivy with her tongue. With another soft whimper, Ivy pushed her hips back, desperate for more of that brain-scrambling pleasure.
And she was rewarded with the gentle vibration of Cordelia’s chuckle as she slid her tongue down to Ivy’s clit, teasing the sensitive little bundle of nerves with soft flicks and strokes of that wicked appendage.
All too soon, however, Cordelia changed course, dragging her tongue up between Ivy’s bottom cheeks to her puckered hole. Ivy immediately tensed at that first probing touch, and again her entire being vibrated with her woman’s laughter.
“Open for me, baby. Just relax and let me in.”
With another soft whimper, Ivy forced her muscles to relax. It was difficult when she was feeling so vulnerable with all of her bits on display and her sight restricted from the blindfold. But it was what her woman demanded of her, so she would obey.
