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Easier said than done, especially when her Daddy really got to work, using her tongue to tease every inch of Ivy’s throbbing pussy. Soft, gentle flicks drove Ivy closer to the edge without ever giving her enough to send her flying.
“Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!”
With every lick, every touch, every taste, Ivy regretted her choices more and more. Until she was writhing beneath her woman’s mouth, desperate for release, promising to never, ever be naughty again.
“Please, please, please.” Arching up with a sob, her job as camerawoman completely forgotten, Ivy begged with everything she was worth. “Daddy, I’ll do anything, just please let me come!”
But just like all her pleas before, this one went unanswered as Cordelia lifted her head, leaving Ivy teetering on the edge of sanity. “All right, babygirl. Your turn.”
Chapter 6
Jacob
“So, Jacob, have you decided what you’re doing after you get your GED?”
Jacob shrugged at Beckett’s question, and hoped the gesture came off as breezily nonchalant rather than sulky. Since the latter was how he felt more often than not lately when the question of what to do with his life came up, he wasn’t convinced he actually pulled it off.
“Not sure. Hannah’s talking about law school.”
“She is.” Grinning like a proud father, Holden raised his whiskey as if toasting Jacob’s sister. “Can’t stop talking about it. I pity the defense attorney who has to go up against her.”
“Yeah. She’s pretty great.” Talking about Hannah or Sarabeth or any of his sisters was much more comfortable than talking about himself. “She aced the last practice test we took. I thought Ivy was going to explode, she was so proud.”
“What about you?” Apparently unwilling to let Beckett’s original question go, Braden cocked his head to the side, those unnervingly pale eyes pinning Jacob in place as he fought the urge to squirm.
“I did okay. I’m not really smart like Hannah, though.”
In a fingersnap, every man in the room changed. They all sat up a bit straighter, their expressions hardening as they glared at him. It took him a moment to realize the change was the same one he saw in Cordelia on a regular basis.
They’d all become more… Daddy.
“I have half a mind to march you upstairs to call Cordelia.” Braden’s voice had taken on the same hard edge as his expression. “How do you think she’d feel about you saying you’re not smart?”
She’d be pissed, there was no doubt about it. But he wasn’t quite ready to give in. One thing Cordelia and Ivy had both impressed upon him from the beginning was just because someone was a Dom didn’t make them his Dom. Which meant Braden couldn’t really make him do anything he didn’t want to do.
“I didn’t say I’m not smart. I said I’m not as smart as Hannah. Which I’m not.”
“Kid’s got a point.” Ice shrugged when three heads swung to glare at him. “I’m just saying. There’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re not as talented as someone else in whatever way. Now, if he was gonna say some shit like he’s not as smart as her so he can’t do anything meaningful with his life, we might have a problem.”
Those same stares swung his way again and it was all Jacob could do not to flee the room. “I didn’t say that,” he mumbled instead, dropping his gaze to the mostly empty bottle in his hand.
“Good.” Conviction rang out in Beckett’s gruff voice. “Because if you tried, we would definitely be making that call to your Daddy.”
He had a feeling his ‘technicality’ wouldn’t go over nearly as well with his women, so he forced his gaze back up to meet Beckett’s. “Yes, Sir. Sorry.”
“No apologies needed. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Stop badgering the kid, Bex. He doesn’t have to have his whole life figured out. Give him some time to live a little first.”
Beckett scowled. “You know I hate that damn nickname, Ice.”
“I know.” Not looking the least bit chagrined, Ice grinned and lifted his glass to his lips. “Why do you think I keep using it?”
Thankfully, their bantering took the attention off Jacob and he was able to relax once more.
Truth was, he had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. Ivy had introduced him to so many new and interesting things during their tutoring sessions, how was he supposed to pick just one thing to focus on?
Sometimes he thought about following Hannah’s footsteps. Maybe not law school, which sounded incredibly boring, but something else that would let him work with other cult survivors. He often felt like he owed a debt he could never repay since he’d been rescued.
