Page 109 of Big Daddy Christmas
Grinning now, Beckett ran a hand over his fiancée’s ass. “You love it when I hurt you, Ruby Red.”
“That’s entirely beside the point right now–ow!”
Leather snapped against flesh, a unique sound Aria had never heard before that had her pussy clenching in response. She liked this, far more than she’d expected to when she’d talked Cordelia into sneaking her into the Club BDE after party. As curious as she’d been about the club, she hadn’t expected to have such a strong personal reaction to everything.
It was… interesting. And a little disconcerting, if she was being entirely honest with herself. She had no desire to let a man punish her for any damn thing, especially not in such a spectacularly public manner.
But watching it happen to someone else, well, that was another thing altogether, apparently.
A familiar laugh rose over the sound of the leather strap connecting with Ruby’s ass again, and Aria looked over at the stairs, horror welling in her chest.
What the fuck were her uncles doing here, walking around like they owned the place?
Oh. Right. They did own the place.
Goddammit.
If they saw her here, they’d drag her out before she had a chance to actually see anything. And then they’d go tattle to her father, and he’d lose his mind.
Better for everyone if they just… didn’t see her.
Glancing to her right, she spotted Cordelia perched on a leather couch, Jacob on his knees on the floor beside her, spine straight and head high as she ran her fingers through his hair, petting him like one might a puppy. Ivy was curled up beside her, glassy-eyed with need as Cordelia’s fingers moved beneath her dress.
Jesus, they made a picture. They were all still in their wedding finery, Jacob and Cordelia both in their tuxes with their ties loose, their jackets unbuttoned and Ivy in shimmering emerald silk. If they’d been a painting, Aria imagined it would have been titled something like A Portrait of Elegance and Depravity.
Technically, she was supposed to stay nearby. That had been one of Cordelia’s rules for her, along with no playing—like she could anyway, when everyone here was either in a relationship or related to her in some way—and letting Cordelia know if she was overwhelmed by their play.
Hmm. Maybe she could use that last one to her advantage. And it wasn’t even entirely a lie. She was very overwhelmed by the thought of her uncles catching her here.
Sidling up to the couch, she flashed an apologetic smile when Cordelia looked up at her, one pale brow arching in a perfect mimicry of the expression her dad so often employed. “Yes, Baby Elliott?”
Ugh, she really hated that nickname. Nobody at the club was ever going to take her seriously—assuming she found a way to convince her dad to let her have a membership—if it stuck. But she didn’t have the time to argue about it now. “I think I’m gonna go upstairs for a bit. This is all a bit… much.”
The corners of Cordelia’s mouth dipped down, just a fraction. That fraction was enough to send Aria’s heart racing. Could she see straight through her? Did she have some kind of magical Domme powers that let her know when someone was being less than truthful?
But then Cordelia’s gaze flicked to the left and the frown shifted to a smirk. “Your sudden overwhelm wouldn’t have anything to do with your very protective uncles joining the fray, now would it?”
Damn. Caught. “Maybe.”
Chuckling quietly, Cordelia pulled her hand from beneath Ivy’s skirt, holding her fingers in front of the other woman’s face. Aria watched, equal parts fascinated and horrified as Ivy obediently pulled her Domme’s fingers between her lips, sucking her own juices from Cordelia’s skin. All while Cordelia maintained that somewhat terrifying eye contact.
“Ivy has a key to your father’s office. You can wait there and I’ll send her back up for you when your uncles leave. They never stay long.” Cordelia’s lips twitched. “You know how the elderly are.”
The joke helped to settle Aria’s jumping nerves and she grinned in response. “Thanks, Cordelia.”
“You’re welcome.” She gave Ivy’s hip a soft pat. “Go on, blossom. Take Baby Elliott up to Braden’s office, show her where the snacks are kept, and then come right back down. I have so many plans for my sweet little subbies tonight.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Rising from the couch, Ivy smiled and slipped her hand into Aria’s. “Come on. We’ll take the elevator so they don’t see us.”
“Thanks, Ivy. I feel a little ridiculous, hiding out from them, but…”
“But they’ll get all protective and try to make you leave and then Cordelia will have to smack them down, which they’ll get all sulky about. And then they’ll call your dad and tell him we snuck you into the club after hours and he’ll lose his mind on all of us.” Looking back over your shoulder, Ivy grinned. “Cordelia isn’t saving just your ass right now.”
Guilt twisted her stomach into a knot. “I’m not like, going to get Cordelia kicked out of the club or anything, am I?”
“Nah. Braden’s too scared of her.”
Stopping in front of the gleaming gold doors of the hidden elevator, Aria stared at her new friend. “My dad isn’t scared of anyone.”
