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“They don’t think anything of the sort,” Ivy assured him. “And if they did, I would be more than happy to tell them how wrong they are.”
“Even though I yelled at you?”
It would forever be a mystery and a miracle to her that he managed to keep that sweet soul intact with how he’d been raised. “First of all, I’d hardly consider that yelling. Second of all, even if you had yelled at her, you recognized it was wrong and you apologized.”
“But shouldn’t I be punished?”
Glancing over, she shared a long look with Ivy and thankfully saw her own thoughts reflected in her babygirl's eyes. “Not this time, baby. We both know why you reacted the way you did and it’s completely understandable. Now, if you’d escalated or cussed at one of us, we might be having a different conversation. But you didn’t. You removed yourself from a situation that was upsetting you, and after you calmed down you apologized and communicated your needs to us in a respectful way. We’re both so proud of you and how you handled yourself tonight in a really difficult situation.”
If she lived a thousand years she knew she’d never tire of the way his eyes lit up at her praise.
“Really? You’re proud of me?”
Pushing slowly to her feet, she let a smile curve her lips as she lowered one knee to the couch beside him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she straddled him. “So fucking proud of our good baby boy. Aren’t we, Ivy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Ivy joined them on the couch, kneeling beside him, feathering her lips over the side of his neck as Cordelia ducked her head to capture his lips with hers.
Beneath her, he shuddered, and everything in her crowed with triumph at his surrender. There was something so fucking powerful about having a man like him, more than capable of physically overpowering her, submit to her just because she commanded it.
And then there was her babygirl. Her sweet, delicate Ivy Mae. Two very different submissives, and yet they had both chosen her. Trusted her to guide them, to lead them.
It was humbling, to say the least, and she vowed then and there to never give either of them a reason to regret choosing her.
Moving one hand to Ivy’s hair, she wrapped those silky curls around her fist and tugged. And when she lifted her head to find both of her sweet little subbies staring up at her with glazed, hungry eyes, she couldn’t help but grin at the adorable picture they made.
“To the bedroom. Daddy wants to play.”
Chapter 42
Ivy
Heart pounding with excitement, and a little hint of that delicious fear she always felt when Cordelia got that look in her eye, Ivy climbed off the couch and held her hand out to their boy. “Come on, Jakey. Trust me when I tell you we don’t want to keep Daddy waiting.”
“Good girl,” Daddy praised, her eyes dark with need. “Take him to our bedroom, but no touching until I get there.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Taking Jacob’s hand in hers, Ivy tugged until he rose to his feet. The silence that followed them into the bedroom was heavy with expectation, and she wondered if he could feel the weight of it along his skin the way she could.
“Ivy?”
In the bedroom she shared with Cordelia, Ivy turned and smiled up at him. “Yes, sweet boy?”
An adorable pink flush rose to his cheeks. “Is it going to hurt? I mean, when Cordelia…”
“A little, especially at first. But she’ll go slow so you have plenty of time to adjust.” Letting her smile widen to a wicked grin, she stepped closer, tipping her head back, inviting him to kiss her. “And you’ll have me to distract you. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me, baby boy. Filling my pussy with that pretty cock of yours.”
With every word, his pupils widened, until the gray had nearly disappeared. “I can’t wait either.”
Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over hers and she sighed into the sweet, tentative kiss. And then his arms were around her, holding her tight against him as he kissed her breathless. Need swirled inside her, an inferno that burned hotter, brighter with every bold swipe of his tongue.
“My naughty little loves. I thought I told you no touching?”
Head swimming, Ivy pulled away and sent her woman a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Daddy. We got carried away.”
“That seems to be a recurring theme with the two of you.” But instead of looking angry, Cordelia just looked… smug. “Perhaps I should keep you both locked up in chastity until you can learn some self-control.”
A chastity belt? It was the first time Cordelia had ever mentioned anything of the sort. And the thought of being that completely at her Daddy’s mercy…
