Page 49 of Melt For Us, Daddy
More. Give me more. Give me all of you, babygirl.
“Again.”
“I can’t, please, Dee. I can’t.”
Growling low in her throat, Cordelia sank her teeth into that full bottom lip. “Who am I, Ivy Mae?”
Ivy’s eyes flew open, the dark brown blurry with need. “D-Daddy,” she gasped out, her body trembling as Cordelia worked her furiously toward that peak again.
“That’s right, baby. I’m your Daddy and you’re going to do as you’re fucking told and come for me. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you, Ivy Mae?”
“Y-yes, Daddy!”
This time when Ivy came, Cordelia swallowed her cries with another hard, claiming kiss. Two more times, she forced her girl over that edge, until tears slipped from her eyes and she lay gasping for air on the bed.
“Holy shit.” Ivy let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh. “If I’d known calling you Daddy would get that kind of reaction, I would have done it ages ago.”
“If I’d known hearing you call me Daddy would make me feel like this, I would have made you do it ages ago.”
“So, um.” Worry crept into Ivy’s gaze. “What does this mean? For us? Does it change anything? Are my rules going to be different? Are you going to?—”
“Ivy.” Amused and delighted by her, Cordelia leaned down to brush a gentle kiss across her lips. “Nothing has to change unless we want it to. I think I’ve always been your Daddy, even if that's not what you were calling me. You can still be your sweet little subbie self and I’ll continue taking care of you in my own way. Like telling you to go pee, because I’m sure your bladder is about to burst.”
Blushing furiously, Ivy rolled off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. And as she lay there, listening to the sounds of her girl going through her normal routine, everything was just as it should be.
For now.
Jacob
* * *
“Guess the girls are up.”
Seated across the kitchen table from Jacob, Merlin grinned and raised his coffee cup toward the ceiling and winked.
Leaning against the counter behind him, Kestrel rolled his eyes. “Don’t be crass, Mer.”
“Oh so they can start the day with screaming orgasms but I can’t comment on it?” Merlin sighed and shook his head. “The double standards in this house.”
“You’re supposed to be setting a good example for the kid.”
“I’m not a kid,” Jacob grumbled. But he felt like a child, listening to something he had no business overhearing. He knew his cheeks were bright red, but there was nothing he could do to keep himself from blushing.
And that feeling was back. Sipping his own coffee—which he was regretting taking ‘black’ just because he’d been too embarrassed to ask for milk and sugar—he silently prayed the other men couldn’t tell he was having that reaction to Ivy and Cordelia.
He still didn’t know what exactly they did together. But when Ivy had let loose that first scream, he’d jumped up from the table, ready to run to her rescue until Kestrel had cocked an eyebrow and told him to sit his ass back down and not ruin their fun. It had taken a moment for him to realize what fun meant, but once he had, his imagination had taken over.
As had his… forbidden parts.
He was still trying to finish his awful coffee when he heard their footsteps on the stairs, followed by Ivy’s giggle. They were both flushed and dewy-eyed when they walked in the kitchen, and he immediately lowered his gaze to the wooden table in front of him.
“Morning, gentlemen. You’re up early.” Cordelia slid gracefully onto the seat beside Merlin while Ivy moved around the kitchen, humming softly to herself.
“Actually, it’s almost nine,” Merlin said with a smirk. “You slept in.”
“Nine?” Spinning around from where she’d been looking in the fridge for something, Ivy stared at him. “It’s already nine? But—but?—”
“Blossom, look at me.” Cordelia’s voice had that firm-but-gentle quality he associated with her. “It’s okay. I think we all need a rest day today.”
