Page 65 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“I won’t have to.” Conviction rang out, loud and clear in her girl’s voice. “You’re a good Domme,” she repeated, rising up on her toes to brush a kiss across Cordelia’s lips. “Trust me, and trust yourself. You’ve got this.”
“In that case…” Sliding her hand into Ivy’s hair, she gave the long locks a tug. And felt the pieces inside her, the ones that had been shaken loose by Merlin’s suggestion and Jacob’s eager agreement, slide back into place. “Go upstairs and get me your brush, blossom. I have a spanking to deliver.”
Pupils darkening with need and excitement, Ivy nodded and as soon as Cordelia released her, she raced for the stairs. Cordelia used the time it took her to run up and grab the brush to settle herself.
Ivy was right. She could do this. More, she wanted to do this. So much that it worried her a bit. But her girl believed in her, so she would cling to that. Cling to what they had, what they shared.
Quiet footsteps in the hall alerted her to Ivy’s presence a moment before the kitchen door opened and Ivy stepped inside, her heavy wooden hairbrush clutched in one hand. “Ready?”
“Yes. Hand me your brush, blossom.”
She’d deliberately put a bit of steel behind the words, enough to have Ivy’s cheeks turning pink as she handed over the brush. Sliding a hand around the back of Ivy’s neck, she pulled her girl closer, pressing her forehead to Ivy’s. “I love you, Ivy Mae. Thank you for believing in me even when I don’t quite believe in myself.”
“Always, Daddy.”
With that, she took Ivy’s hand and led her out to the living room. Where she found Jacob exactly where she’d told him to be, standing beside the couch in the living room. Merlin had disappeared, probably to make his rounds before waking Kestrel to take over, which she appreciated. Not that she didn't love performing for an audience, but this felt… different in ways she wasn’t ready to examine too closely just yet.
Just like she wasn’t ready to really think about why her heart tripped at the sight of Jacob standing there, so tall and proud, his chin up with just a hint of defiance the Domme in her was aching to tame. Not break, not completely. She wanted him to carry that defiance, that courage with him into the real world. But with her, she wanted him to bend, to submit.
Seeing him now, she wondered how she’d ever gotten him confused with his father and grandfather. The similarities were there, but they were only surface level. Even the eyes, which were like carbon copies when you first looked, were different. Jacob’s held a depth of swirling emotion she’d never glimpsed in his predecessors.
If she still believed in such things, she might have said that in his eyes she could see the soul his father and grandfather didn’t possess.
Eyes locked on his, she focused on that rather than the eerie similarities and pointed to the couch. “Sit.”
He sat, so quickly and obediently it made her heart flutter in her chest. As did the way he looked up at her, with that hint of worry in the pale gray, but also a delicious anticipation she could almost taste.
Oh, yeah. She could definitely do this.
Standing in front of him, she gripped his chin, forcing his head back just a bit. “I am going to ask you a question and I expect you to be one hundred percent honest with me, even if you think the answer isn’t what I want to hear.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
How easily those words rolled from his tongue. He didn’t understand the power in them, not yet.
But he would.
“Do you want me to spank you, Jacob? Don’t answer yet,” she admonished softly, leaning in just a bit as she dropped her voice. “What I mean is, do you want me to take your pants down to your knees and bare the most intimate parts of you to my gaze? Do you want me to slap your ass until it’s nice and warm and pink and you are squirming over my lap? Do you want me to take this hairbrush and paddle you until you think you can’t take another swat? Because if you agree to this, that is exactly what I’m going to do. So let me ask you again: Do you want me to spank you, Jacob?”
As she spoke, his pupils grew larger, the black almost eating up the pale gray. Each breath in grew more ragged, and she knew, deep down, what his answer would be even before he spoke the words.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Sweet boy. Stand up and place your hands at the back of your head, with your fingers laced together.”
He rose, positioning himself as expected with a little help from her. And as she took her seat on the couch, with the brush sitting next to her on the cushion, her gaze landed on her babygirl. Curled up in an armchair that would give her the perfect view of what was to come, Ivy’s eyes were wide but not with worry or concern.
With pure, raw need. Far more so than she’d ever seen in her girl when they’d played with others. Usually Ivy was intrigued, even helpful if she was needed, but never so… ravenous.
Interesting.
Shifting her gaze back to Jacob, she reached for the waistband of the sweatpants he seemed to prefer and with one swift tug, bared him to her gaze.
And grinned at the sight of his cock, jutting out at her, thick and hard with desire.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am.” Red flooded his cheeks, and in his eyes she saw a shame she hadn’t felt in years but remembered all too well. “I–I can’t seem to help it.”
“Shh, sweet boy. You aren’t in trouble. This?” She gestured toward the hard length, careful not to touch, at least not yet. “This is completely natural. It pleases me to know you have such a strong reaction to me. That submitting to me turns you on like this.”
