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Jacob followed closely behind, slamming into her one last time, filling her most forbidden places with his cum.
They collapsed on the bed together, a sweaty tangle of limbs, their breaths deep and ragged as they both gasped for air. Cordelia settled behind Ivy, her warm, lush body pressed against Ivy’s heated skin as she reached for Jacob, running her hands up and down his arms.
“My good little subbies. You both did so well for me. I’m so proud of you. Are you going to follow our rules from now on?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Jacob answered with a sigh, though from the smile curving his lips, Ivy had a feeling he might be looking for more rules to break very, very soon.
Me too, baby boy. Me too.
Chapter 35
Cordelia
She gave them all time to settle, showering both her boy and her girl with plenty of praise for how well they’d taken their punishments. Checked in with Jacob, at which he’d blushed adorably and apologized again for breaking the rules. After assuring him it was all forgiven and he didn’t need to apologize again, she’d sent him off to shower while she and Ivy stayed in his bed, wrapped up in each other.
“All right, blossom. Time to come clean. What happened this morning?”
Ivy’s nose wrinkled, the way it did when she was either thinking really hard or knew she had to confess something she didn’t want to confess. Which was it this time?
“I’m really not sure,” she said slowly, drawing the words out as though she was considering each one carefully before speaking. “I got up this morning and I was thinking about last night and how much I’m enjoying topping him, which I never thought I’d enjoy in a million years. And I was thinking how much fun it would be to wake him up the way you sometimes wake me up.”
“I see.” Cupping Ivy’s cheek in her hand, she brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, her eyes searching her babygirl’s face for any hint of something deeper they needed to address. “And what about our rules? Did you think about them?”
Just like Jacob, Ivy blushed prettily at the question. “I did, Ma’am. And, well, I thought it would be a fun way to get a quick little spanking. I’m really, really sorry I took it too far.”
“You’ve already been punished for it, baby. What’s that mean?”
“It means I’m forgiven and I’m not allowed to keep beating myself up over it.”
“Good girl.”
Before she could prod any further, the door to the bathroom swung open and Jacob stepped out, his trim, surprisingly chiseled body wrapped in nothing but a towel. “Ah… sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No apologies needed, baby boy,” Cordelia assured him, not bothering to move from her spot. The more ‘normal’ she and Ivy made it for him to see them being intimate with each other, the easier it would be for him to stop seeing it as something wrong or sinful he should be ashamed of. “Why don’t you get dressed and head downstairs. See if Kestrel’s around to show you how to work the coffee maker. Ivy and I will be down in a bit.”
“Oh, but coffee is my job.”
Still cupping Ivy’s face in her hand, Cordelia leaned in, nipping gently at her full bottom lip. “Consider this your punishment for not starting your chores on time, Ivy Mae. If you’d been a good girl and gone straight downstairs like you’re meant to, then you would be the one making my coffee.”
That pouty bottom lip trembled slightly, and Cordelia’s heart constricted at the fresh tears glistening in her girl’s eyes. “Couldn’t you just spank me again?”
“I could. But I have a feeling this will stick with you much longer than a spanking would. Don’t you think, babygirl?”
Somehow, Ivy’s pout managed to get even poutier. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Glancing over her shoulder, she raised a brow at Jacob, who was still standing in the same spot, watching them. “Jacob, when Daddy gives you an instruction, you’re meant to follow it immediately. Not whenever you feel like it.”
More of that irresistible color flooded his cheeks and he immediately sprang into action. “Sorry, Ma’am.”
“It’s all right, baby boy. I know you’re still getting used to things. I’m not angry.”
That seemed to settle him a bit, and he hurried to get dressed before heading out the door and down the stairs. When they were alone again, Cordelia returned her attention to her babygirl, who was still pouting over being denied her usual service.
“Eyes on me, blossom.”
Though she softened her voice for the command, she put just enough firmness behind the words to ensure Ivy knew it was still an order. With a quiet sigh, Ivy lifted her gaze, a million emotions swimming in the dark brown of her eyes. “Ma’am?”
“I love you.”
