Page 23 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“A man.”
Scanning the tray in front of him, Jacob carefully flipped all of the women face down. When he was done, he looked up at Zach who grinned with approval.
“Perfect. Next question. Ah… does your woman wear glasses?”
“She does.”
Several more of Zach’s cards went down. They continued on for a few more rounds, before Zach triumphantly guessed correctly.
“Wanna play again?”
“Yes. That was fun.”
“Awesome. I’m gonna grab myself another donut. Want one?”
He did, actually. The first one he’d had was rather tasty, but Cordelia had warned him off eating too much sugar. “Cordelia said I shouldn’t.”
Again, Zach gave him that crooked sort of smile that seemed like it meant something, but Jacob wasn’t sure what it meant. “She’ll be happy to hear you’re following her orders even when she’s not around.”
“It wasn’t an order.” Was it?
“Okay, more like a suggestion, I guess. Still, she’ll like it.”
“Why?”
Plucking a donut coated in chocolate and what Jacob thought might be chopped up nuts from the box, Zach sat back in his seat. “Just the way she is. I don’t know her that well, but Holden gave us all a rundown on her when he briefed us for the job at the club. Her and her girl, Ivy.”
A knot formed in Jacob’s stomach. “So she and Ivy are…”
“Very much in love, from what I’ve heard. Still, if you like the idea of following her orders, there are other women like her out there.”
“I never said I liked it.”
“Uh-huh. So you want a donut, then?”
Eyeing the open box, Jacob hesitated. Would Cordelia be upset with him if he over-indulged?
Did he care?
He shouldn’t. Everything he’d been taught his entire life told him it was a woman’s job to submit. Men were the ones meant to give orders and be the head of the household. Even his mothers had begun to defer to him when he’d reached a certain age. It was the natural order of things. Which meant he could have a dang donut if he wanted to, no matter what Cordelia said.
Ignoring the little pit in his stomach as he did so, he reached into the box and plucked out another donut.
Ivy
* * *
They rode home in silence. She’d tried to protest when Cordelia had insisted Ivy leave her car behind and they’d pick it up in the morning, but a single look from her furious Domme had turned those protests to ash on her tongue.
She was in trouble. So much fucking trouble. Yelling at her Domme was bad enough, but she had a feeling Cordelia would have let that pass under the circumstances.
But swearing at her like that? In front of the entire club? That was a level of disrespect Cordelia would never let pass.
By the time they got to their apartment, Ivy could barely breathe. Somewhere beneath the fear over what came next, she was still angry, so fucking angry, but that would have to wait.
“I’m going to change.” Cordelia’s voice was firm, commanding in a way that had Ivy’s knees going weak with fear. “When I return, I expect to find you kneeling beside the couch, with your hands behind your back. You know the position.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
