Page 7 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Not yet, baby.”
Around and around they went, with Ivy’s whimpers and moans filling the car as she took herself as close to the edge as she dared while her Daddy continued to deny her. Until she was borderline mad with need, her entire being focused on the pleasure her Daddy was deliberately keeping just out of reach.
“Hands off your pussy, Ivy Mae.”
Pure instinct, honed by years of training, had Ivy’s hand shifting immediately away from her clit. “But Daddy,” she whined, pressing her thighs together against the throbbing ache.
“Sorry, blossom.” But there was no apology in Cordelia’s tone. If anything, she sounded downright pleased with herself. “We’re almost to Silver’s house. Fix your dress, and there are wet wipes in the glove compartment for your fingers.”
“You’re mean,” Ivy grumbled as she jerked her dress back into place and leaned forward to open the glove compartment.
“I am. And you love it when I’m mean.”
“Not that mean!”
Her Daddy’s laughter filled the car as Cordelia turned into the driveway of Ice and Silver’s gorgeous beach house. “Liars don’t get rewarded with orgasms, Ivy Mae.”
Because she couldn’t truthfully argue that she hadn’t been lying, Ivy settled for huffing out a breath as she wiped her fingers clean and tossed the wipe into the small trash container they kept in the backseat of the car. While she cleaned herself up, Cordelia parked and then made her way around to the passenger side door.
Resigned to an evening spent on edge, Ivy unbuckled her seatbelt with a sigh and took the hand Cordelia offered, letting herself be pulled up out of the car and into her woman’s arms.
“My pretty little Ivy blossom,” Cordelia murmured, brushing a kiss over her lips. “You’re so adorable when you’re all pouty like this.”
“I’m not pouty.” Tilting her nose up, Ivy sniffed delicately. “I’m frustrated. There’s a difference.”
“You’re pouting, and you’re adorable. I’m almost tempted to drag you into Silver’s bathroom and eat that pretty pussy of yours until you come all over my face.” With another of those wicked chuckles, she leaned in, dropping her voice to a low growl that sent a shiver up Ivy’s spine. “Almost.”
Pulling away, a grin stretched across her face, Cordelia took Ivy’s hand and gave it a none-too-gentle tug. “Come on, blossom. Let’s go see our friends.”
It was going to be a long fucking night.
Jacob
* * *
“Hey guys! Jacob’s here!”
A cheer went up among the men already gathered in Beckett’s living room, leaving Jacob to wonder how much they’d had to drink before he’d even walked in the house.
Heat infused Jacob’s cheeks as every man in the room turned to grin at him. Even after all the time he’d spent with them both in and out of the club, being alone with them was still overwhelming at the best of times. Not just because they were all Doms where he was one hundred percent a submissive, but because they were all just so… comfortable with each other. And they talked about everything from work to their relationships to their feelings in a way he’d never experienced before.
Seated on the loveseat by himself, Braden Elliott, the bridegroom and owner of the kink club where they all played, patted the seat beside him, beckoning Jacob over. “Come sit with me, Jacob.”
“Yes, Sir.”
From his spot on the longer couch just a few feet away, Ice rolled his eyes. “You know you don’t have to call him that when you’re not working.”
More of that embarrassed heat rushed to Jacob’s cheeks. “Sorry. Force of habit.”
“Leave the boy alone,” Holden scolded with a mock glare for Ice. “He’s just being polite.”
It went a bit deeper than that, and they all knew it, but he appreciated Holden sticking up for him. Which was pretty much par for the course, since Holden had been protecting him from every threat imaginable since he’d first shown up at Club BDE begging for their help in freeing his sisters from their abusive father and the church-slash-cult he’d headed Of all the men in the group, he was closest with Holden, and had come to think of him almost like an uncle, not that he’d ever say that out loud.
The other men could talk about their feelings until they were blue in the face, but Jacob preferred to listen.
Settling on the couch beside Braden, Jacob scanned the room. “Where’s Killian?”
“Something came up at work.” There was a hint of disappointment in Braden's tone. “He won’t be able to make it tonight but he’s hoping to get things wrapped up before the wedding tomorrow.”
