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It took him three tries to click on the movie for the full description, his hands were trembling so bad. But when he did, his heart slammed against his ribcage at what he read.
A movie. About his church.
He shouldn’t watch it. The deacons would say they were all liars. Heretics. Blasphemers sent by Satan himself to destroy the church.
But then again… wasn’t he one of them now?
Lifting the remote, he pointed it at the tv screen, and hit play.
Chapter 3
Ivy
As it did every morning, regardless of the day, the soft beeping of her alarm woke Ivy. While Cordelia was a relatively light sleeper, she’d gotten used to the soft chirping of Ivy’s phone pretty quickly, and most days she slept through it. Occasionally, she’d wake along with Ivy, and if it was a weekend morning Cordelia would keep her pinned to the bed, not letting her up to start her morning routine until she’d come at least three times.
Those were some of the best mornings, even if it did put Ivy way behind on her routine.
Today, however, Cordelia slept through. Which was probably a good thing given how heavy Ivy’s stomach still felt after the events of the night before.
Cordelia was right. They needed to talk, and the sooner the better. But how could she talk about it when just thinking about all those secrets made her want to throw up?
Routine. She needed her routine. Crawling over Cordelia’s still-sleeping form, Ivy slipped from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Pee, wash her hands, brush her teeth, wash her face. In that order, always.
As she’d hoped, each step helped to settle her a little bit more. So that by the time she padded her way into the kitchen to start Cordelia’s coffee, she was feeling a bit steadier. A little hungry even, which was a good sign. With the coffee brewing, she pulled out everything she’d need for pancakes. The ones with chocolate chips, because Cordelia had a sweet tooth, though she’d never admit it to anyone else.
Humming softly to herself, Ivy went through the steps one by one until she had the first pancake bubbling on the electric griddle Cordelia had bought for her on a whim when they’d been out shopping one day.
“Mmm. Morning, baby.” Soft, familiar arms slid around Ivy’s waist, and she instinctively leaned back into her woman’s embrace. “Something smells good.”
“Chocolate chip pancakes. Or they will be once I add the chips. But not this one because?—”
“The first pancake never turns out right,” Cordelia finished for her with a low laugh. “But I wasn’t talking about pancakes.”
Taking the bowl from Ivy, Cordelia set it aside before spinning her around and lifting her up onto the counter in a move that stole Ivy’s breath. She’d always been taller and stronger than Ivy, but Beckett and Ice had somehow convinced her to start working out with them and lately her woman had moves.
“Dee!” she squealed in half-protest. “Let me down! I need to make breakfast.”
“What you need to do, is whatever I say. Isn’t that right, blossom?”
Why should I?
The question flitted through Ivy’s mind, shocking her. Not once in all her years as a submissive had she ever questioned why she should obey someone. It was such a part of her, right down to her very soul, that even when she was being a brat there was no question that she would eventually obey.
She tried to put it aside. Tried to ignore the heaviness that settled back in her stomach with that one unfamiliar question.
But when she closed her eyes, all she could see was Cordelia in that alleyway, telling everyone she had a husband that Ivy knew nothing about.
Cordelia going toe to toe with Holden, telling him they wouldn’t be going to the safe house Ivy knew nothing about.
What else didn’t she know?
Stop it. This is Cordelia. The woman you love, and she needs you right now.
Right. If Cordelia needed her, then it was her job to be there for her. To submit, to let herself be used. It was what she craved, what she lived for.
Doing her best to put everything else aside, she focused on the feel of Cordelia’s soft hands on her calf, traveling up her leg with gentle, sure strokes. But when those same fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh, the thought of letting Cordelia touch her there made her stomach give a single, nauseating roll.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Tears pooled behind her eyes, slipped down her cheeks as she dragged in a shuddering breath.
