Page 14 of Big Daddy Christmas
Eyes wild with need, Ivy rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling forward as Cordelia wiggled out of her pants and tossed the side.
Soft, gentle hands tugged at her underwear and Cordelia lifted her hips so Ivy could slide them down her legs. Threading her fingers through her girl’s silky tresses, Cordelia tugged firmly enough for Ivy to look up at her, that delicious mixture of need and fear swirling in her dark gaze.
“No teasing. You want to earn your orgasm privileges back, you need to make me come and come hard without playing around. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. You may begin.”
And with that, Ivy all but dove for her pussy. Fingers still tangled in her girl’s hair, Cordelia arched up with a gasp, grinding her clit against Ivy’s wicked tongue.
“Fuck, babygirl. Just like that. Such a good fucking girl you are, Ivy Mae. Eating your Daddy’s pussy like it’s your last meal.”
She’d always been a big fan of praise, and her Ivy thrived on it. But knowing that Jacob would be watching this later spurred her on even more than usual and she found herself wanting to put on a show for him even as pleasure flooded her veins.
Because more than the physical act of having her pussy eaten, of the pleasure her girl so expertly gave, she craved that control. Craved the knowledge that both her subs would spend their whole evening on edge all because of her. The thought of her boy, locked in his cage, unable to even get fully hard while he watched her and Ivy pleasure each other, thrilled her. And knowing Ivy was equally on edge, wet and aching beneath her pretty dress, desperate to do whatever it took to earn that coveted orgasm?
Heaven. Fucking heaven.
Letting her head fall back against the pillows, she pulled Ivy closer as need coiled in her core, rolling her hips in a demand for more. And more, her girl gave, sliding her tongue between Cordelia’s soaked lips, driving her higher and higher until that coil inside her snapped, pleasure flooding her veins like molten lava.
“Fuck!” Breaths coming in ragged gasps, Cordelia collapsed backward, her nerves on fire from her babygirl’s clever tongue. “My good fucking girl. You did such a good job, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” With a soft, satisfied hum, Ivy nuzzled her cheek against the inside of Cordelia’s thigh. “I’m sorry I was naughty.”
“I know, baby. But you’re going to be my good girl the rest of the night, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Hand me your phone.”
Rolling to the side, Ivy did as she was told and Cordelia lifted the device, grinning into the camera. “When you finish watching this, text us so we know you were a good boy and followed directions. We miss you.”
Wiggling under Cordelia’s arm, Ivy waved at the camera. “Love you, Jakey! We’ll see you soon!”
Cordelia ended the video, then sent it off to their boy. It was long enough she had to split it into two parts, but it eventually went through and she locked Ivy’s phone before handing it back to her.
“Guess we should get back to the party.”
Ivy grinned up at her. “Or… we bow out, go pick up our boy, and head home so you can spoil your two favorite people with all the orgasms we can handle.”
“Nice try, blossom. We need to stay at least another hour.”
Honestly, their friends would understand. But Cordelia was having too much fun to let her girl off the hook so soon. And Ivy’s adorable pout when she said no was even more reason to stay.
“Fine.” Ivy drew the word out into more syllables than Cordelia could count, and she had to smother a laugh at her babygirl’s antics. With Ivy’s help, she pulled her clothes back on, fixed what wrinkles she could, and led her girl back downstairs.
They were met with knowing grins that had Ivy’s face flaming bright red as she flounced over to the chair they’d been sharing before her rebellious moment.
Settling beneath the blanket again, her girl curled up on her lap, Cordelia looked around the group. “So. Did we miss anything interesting?”
Lottie immediately launched into a detailed complaint about how mean Frankie and Silver were being because they wouldn’t give her phone back and she needed it because what if something happened and the caterer cancelled or the flowers got sent back because she didn't answer someone right away?
Listening to her friends bicker, Cordelia pulled her phone from her pocket when it buzzed and grinned down at the message from their boy.
Jacob
Miss you both. You could always come rescue me early…
