Page 6 of Big Daddy Christmas
Ivy
Watching Beckett’s house through the window as they pulled out of his driveway, Ivy swallowed hard against the tears burning in her eyes. Cordelia’s hand came to rest on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He’s going to be fine, baby. We’ve left him with them plenty of times.”
The amusement in her Daddy’s voice helped ease some of the anxiety wrapped so tightly around her chest. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t seem to help it. Sighing, Ivy forced herself to relax against her seat. “I know. It just feels different.”
“Because it is. Think about our first Christmas together, after I gave you my collar. Didn’t that feel different, too?”
“Well, yeah, but everything felt different then. We were still finding our way as a couple, rather than just friends, and everything was so new and shiny.”
“True. But think specifically about the collar. The way you kept touching it all day and smiling. Think about what it was like the first day you wore it to work. How you felt, knowing I’d laid claim to you in such a visible, tangible way.”
She didn’t have to think very far. Those days were still etched into her memory, as if it were yesterday. Kneeling at her Daddy’s feet—though she hadn’t been Daddy yet back then—on Christmas morning so Cordelia could drape the pretty flower necklace around her neck. How something inside her had shifted with that simple gift, a puzzle piece she hadn’t even known was missing clicking into place.
And then that first time she’d worn her collar in public, the thrill of wearing her woman’s claim for everyone to see, even if nobody knew that was what it was. Even though she’d been wearing it around the house for a couple days before that, Cordelia had a point. That first time out in public had felt different. New and exciting and right.
Knowing they’d placed their own visible claim around Jacob’s neck before sending him out into the world felt much the same way, only from the other end of the spectrum.
“You’re right,” she said at length, turning to smile up at her Daddy. “I know you’re right. I’m being silly.”
“No, you’re being a Domme. You already have a tendency to worry about the people you love, and the collar we gave Jacob tonight only deepened the connection we already had with him. It makes perfect sense you’d be feeling a bit emotional about it.”
“I’m glad it makes sense to you because I feel ridiculous.”
“Maybe my girl just needs a… distraction.”
Every nerve in Ivy’s body went on high alert. “A distraction?”
“Mmhmm. Pull that pretty dress up for Daddy, blossom.”
Heart pounding now, Ivy did as she was told, dragging the material up over her thighs.
“Higher, babygirl. Show me what belongs to me.”
What belongs to me. Those words never failed to fill Ivy with pride. Because no matter where they were, who they were with, every inch of her body belonged to her Daddy.
Which was exactly how she liked it.
Slowly, she pulled the soft fabric of her dress up even higher, exposing her glistening pussy lips as she spread her legs to give her Daddy an even better view.
From the driver’s seat, Cordelia inhaled deeply through her nose, a wolfish smile curving her lips. “God, you smell delicious, baby. So wet and needy for Daddy. Show me how you touch yourself, my sweet little blossom.”
They had plenty of time left in the drive for Ivy to get herself off, and the thought of a quick orgasm before they met up with their friends filled her with a dark, delicious sort of excitement.
Not wanting to waste any time, she dipped her fingers between her soaked lips, letting her head fall back against the headrest as she moaned at the jolt of pleasure. “Like this, Daddy?”
“Just like that, baby. Such a good girl you are, playing with your needy little cunt for Daddy. Get your fingers nice and wet and then you can play with your clit.”
It wasn’t just the physical act of stroking her own pussy, drawing out her arousal to circle her finger around her clit that excited her. Being controlled, knowing her pleasure was solely given at her Daddy’s discretion… that was what drove her. What had her core tightening with need as she rolled a fingertip over her swollen clit.
“That’s my good girl.” Cordelia’s voice was rough, thick with her own need, which was a thrill all of its own. And a relatively new one. Though she’d always known Cordelia wanted her, it had only been a few months since Ivy had been given the privilege of touching her. So knowing that Cordelia not only wanted her, but that she could actually give her Domme the pleasure she craved fed Ivy’s service-subbie soul in ways little else could.
“Keep touching yourself just like that, baby. But don’t come until Daddy says you can.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Ivy gasped, arching up as a particularly strong wave of pleasure crashed into her. And knowing what her Daddy liked, she put a bit of a whine into her voice when she spoke again. “But can I please come soon, Daddy? I’m so close.”
“You can come when Daddy’s ready for you to come, blossom. And not a moment sooner.”
Something in her woman’s voice managed to pierce the haze of arousal over her mind and Ivy groaned at the thought of being denied. “Please, Daddy?”
