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“That’s my good girl. Come for me, baby. Let me feel that pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers when you shatter for me.”
Shatter, she did, with the fractured pieces of her pleasure threatening to slice her open as she sobbed and bucked over her woman’s lap.
When it was done, and she was finally drained, Cordelia helped her into bed and removed her necklace, placing it carefully on the table beside their bed. Cocooned in the pillowy softness that was the woman she loved, Ivy dropped into sleep like a stone.
Chapter 16
Cordelia
For once, she woke before Ivy. Probably because they didn’t have her phone so she could set an alarm. There were clocks downstairs, but not in their bedroom for some reason. She’d considered asking for one last night, but her girl needed rest. They both did, and if there was an alarm in the room, Ivy would be up no later than six, getting a start on her day when she should be sleeping.
God, she looked so young. And innocent. Even though they were both closing in on thirty, and they spent most of their free time at a kink club where they’d seen and done things that would make most people clutch their pearls, her Ivy never seemed to lose that sweet, innocent quality. No matter how bad things got, she always saw the best in people.
Until someone fucked with the people she loved. Then she was a warrior princess, riding into battle to defend her family to the death.
Cordelia had never loved anyone more.
With a soft little sigh, Ivy’s eyelids fluttered open. Still glazed with sleep, her eyes locked on Cordelia’s face and her lips curved up into a smile.
“Morning.”
“Morning, baby. How’d you sleep?”
“Mmm. Pretty good.” Twisting in Cordelia’s arms, she frowned at the nightstand. “What time is it?”
“No idea. And it doesn’t matter. You needed the rest.”
The haze of sleep faded from Ivy’s eyes, replaced by a love that shined so brightly it made Cordelia’s chest ache. “I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.”
“You should know by now that’s a two-way street, blossom.”
“It’s sweet. I love the way you look out for me.”
“You’re mine.” And for her, it was as simple as that.
“Always.” Ivy’s soft smile spread to a wicked grin. “And you always know exactly how to take care of me. That move yesterday, where you pinned me to the wall by my throat to get me to calm down? I, ah, kinda liked it.”
“Oh?” Matching Ivy’s smile with a grin of her own, Cordelia slid her hands up to Ivy’s throat, let her fingers rest gently on that slender column.
“Mmm. Kinda reminded me of how the guys get sometimes. All growly and protective. Big ‘Daddy’ energy, if you know what I mean.” A giggle slipped past her lips as she arched up into Cordelia’s touch. “Go ahead, Daddy.”
How many times had she heard that title, in the club and out? Every single Dom she was friends with was a Daddy, and their babygirls used the title freely.
But hearing it from her babygirl was something else entirely. Something new, and just so fucking right. Staring down at her babygirl, she tightened her grip on Ivy’s throat. “Say it again.”
“What?” Ivy blinked up at her, her brows drawing together in confusion. “Say what again?”
“Daddy. Say it again, blossom.”
“Oh.” Pupils slightly blown, Ivy let out a stuttering breath. “Daddy. My Daddy.”
“Fuck, baby.” With her hand still around Ivy’s neck, she dipped her head, claiming her girl’s lips in a brutal kiss. The need to claim, to conquer, to fucking own burned through her, hotter and brighter than it ever had before.
Riding that wave of need, she slid her hand down Ivy’s chest, her stomach, beneath the waistband of the sexy little shorts she loved to wear to bed. Her touch was harsh, frantic, and Ivy whined pitifully in response as Cordelia stroked her swollen flash.
“My babygirl. Come for me, blossom. Come for Daddy.”
“Oh, fuck!” Head thrown back, Ivy let out a short scream as she did exactly that, her arousal gushing over Cordelia’s hand.
