Page 81 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“I don’t know, Daddy. Do you think our sweet baby boy should be allowed to cuss?”
“He’s going to have far filthier things in his mouth than a few naughty words in a moment. Ivy, scoot forward a bit so he can taste your delicious little cunt.”
Now it was Ivy’s turn to blush as she wiggled her way forward, her ass hanging just off the edge of the table. “Like this, Daddy?”
“Just like that, baby.”
Relief untied some of the knots in Ivy’s stomach. If Cordelia was calling her ‘baby’ then she wasn’t too mad.
That didn’t mean Ivy wasn’t going to pay, somehow, for what she’d done. But just then she was too focused on the heady rush of being the first woman Jacob would ever touch or taste to worry about it.
“All right, baby boy. Slide your arms beneath her thighs—yes, just like that—and lean in. You can take as much time as you need to figure things out.”
So that was her punishment. Cordelia was just going to let their boy explore instead of guiding him. Which meant plenty of torture for Ivy as she waited for her pleasure.
Sadistic woman.
As Jacob got into position, Cordelia continued issuing instructions in that low voice that never failed to make Ivy’s nervous system go wild. “Listen for those little sounds she makes, pay attention to what makes her pussy clench, what makes her arch up or react in any way. Then do more of that.”
From his place between her thighs, Jacob looked up, his pale eyes full of so many emotions they made her ache.
“It’s all right, honey. Do as Daddy says.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Lowering his head, he gave Ivy’s pussy one small, slow lick and Ivy nearly groaned in frustration. But she wanted to encourage him, not make him feel bad, so she let out a dreamy sigh instead. “Good boy. Don’t forget the?—”
“Hush, Ivy Mae. Let him play.”
Dammit. She’d hoped she’d found a loophole in her punishment, but of course her devious Daddy had thought of everything. “Yes, Ma’am.”
It was, as she’d expected, torture. Not because like some men he simply didn’t know where anything was. But because he did know and he was doing exactly as Cordelia had said, exploring every inch of Ivy’s pussy with that shy, questing tongue.
Then he ran just the tip of his tongue over her clit and the jolt of pleasure surprised a whimper out of her. Between her thighs, Jacob stilled, as if worried he’d done something wrong.
And then he did it again.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that, baby boy.”
Thankfully, Cordelia didn’t seem bothered by her encouragement. Standing just to the side, she watched the scene in front of her unfold with hungry eyes.
Even just a few weeks ago, Ivy wouldn’t have thought that hunger would lead anywhere. But after last night…
Threading one hand in Jacob’s hair, she let her head fall back as she pulled him closer, her needy moans filling the air. “Fuck, Jakey. That feels amazing. You’re doing so good for me, honey.”
Spurred on by her encouragement, he grew bolder, his tongue sliding between her lips, spearing her before gliding up to her clit again. Pleasure coiled inside her with every stroke of his tongue, slowly driving her closer and closer to the edge of that cliff.
And through it all, she praised him. Told him what a good boy he was, how good a job he was doing eating her pussy. It amused her to realize how much she enjoyed being on both sides of the praise kink coin. And if Jacob’s enthusiastic response was anything to go by, he obviously enjoyed it, as well.
She was close, so close to that shimmering peak when Jacob jerked his head up. And she nearly screamed with frustration as the pleasure he’d been so sweetly driving her toward fell away.
“What’s wrong, baby boy?”
Cordelia’s concerned tone had Ivy sitting up straight, her eyes flying open to take in his white face and round eyes.
“I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I don’t—I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
Confused, Ivy reached for him, assurances trembling on her tongue when Cordelia spoke again, her voice now laced with wicked amusement rather than worry.
