Page 27 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Again the thick strip of leather connected with her bare skin, and Ivy yelped as a fresh line of pain exploded across her ass. The pressure in her chest, a feeling she recognized as guilt and shame, grew heavier and heavier with every burning stroke.
Until, at long last, the pressure cracked. Then shattered. Leaving her a sobbing, sore mess over her woman’s lap as she landed the final two swats right to the sensitive spots where Ivy would be sure to feel them every time she sat down tomorrow.
“Come here, blossom. It’s all done. You took your spanking so well, baby.”
Scrambling up from her position, she threw her arms around Cordelia’s neck, pressing her face into the crook of her shoulder as she wept.
“I’m s-so s-sorry!”
“Shhh. I know, blossom. I know. That’s my good girl. My good, sweet girl. It’s all behind us now.”
And just like that, the weight she’d been carrying since she’d first learned of Cordelia’s secrets, lifted. With one last shuddering breath, she lifted her head to look in her woman’s eyes. “I love you.”
Tears shimmered over the dark green of Cordelia’s eyes. “I love you. So fucking much. I was so scared I’d lost you today and it nearly killed me.” Reaching up, she tucked a lock of hair behind Ivy’s ear, her touch so gentle it made Ivy’s heart do a slow roll in her chest. “I need you to promise me something, blossom.”
“Anything.”
“If we ever… if you’re ever mad at me again like that… don’t disappear on me, okay? You can go talk to the girls, get some space, whatever you need to do, but please don’t shut me out like that again. I can’t take it.”
If she hadn’t already been punished for the way she’d acted, that simple plea would have broken her resolve. “I won’t. I’m sorry, Dee. I didn’t realize… I’m sorry.”
“No. Don’t apologize. You did what you needed to do to be okay. I get it. I’m not mad, baby.”
“My ass sure feels like you were pretty mad,” she teased, desperate for something to break the tension.
And it worked. Laughing, Cordelia pulled her close, burying her face in Ivy’s hair. “God I love you. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I just need to?—”
“Wash your face. Brush your teeth. I know the drill, baby.”
Love welled up inside her, strong and warm. There was something so bright about being with someone who knew her, who understood her so well. “Actually… I was thinking something else entirely.”
Kicking off her pajama shorts, she rose up onto her knees, straddling Cordelia’s thighs as she dipped her head, brushing her lips lightly across Cordelia’s. Soft, strong hands slid up her thighs to cup her ass, giving the aching flesh there a gentle squeeze.
It was just enough pain to have her whimpering into the kiss, eliciting a chuckle from her Domme in response.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, baby?” Cordelia asked, her tone teasing. “Your poor bottom must be so sore.”
Ivy didn’t get off on being punished, usually. And even now, her arousal was just stirring, spurred on more by the need to connect, to feel, to taste than the punishment itself.
“Need you,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around Cordelia’s neck. “Please, Dee. Take me to bed.”
“You beg so sweetly, my precious little blossom. My beautiful girl. How did I ever get so lucky?”
Letting go of Ivy's ass, Cordelia slid her hands up under the tank top, pushing the silky material up over Ivy’s breasts.
Need grew, not with a sudden intensity like it often did, but with a slow, steady burn as Cordelia dipped her head to capture one soft peak in her mouth.
Ivy arched up with a gasp as that burn grew to an inferno. “Dee, please!”
“What is it you want, my girl?”
I want to taste you. Please let me taste you, just once.
But that was off the table. Always had been. In their circles, Cordelia was what was commonly known as a stone top. She would touch, taste, love, worship but she would accept nothing in return. There were reasons for that, Ivy knew, but those reasons had always stayed locked up tight in the vault that was Cordelia Summers’s past.
More secrets.
