Page 52 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“Ivy?” Cordelia’s quiet laughter sent butterflies dancing in Ivy’s tummy. “No, my Ivy hates being punished. So she does everything in her power to avoid it.”
My Ivy. Another promise.
“But she said she likes to be spanked.”
Poor Jacob. He sounded so confused. And he really did seem genuinely interested in understanding their dynamic. Their love. It couldn’t be easy for him. She shouldn’t be such a bitch about him needing a little of Cordelia’s attention.
“She does. Not all spankings are for punishment, Jacob. And there is a concept in our world of a ‘funishment’. Which is a bit like playing pretend. The spanking itself is very real, but the reason behind it is more like a game. Like what you saw at the club that first day, where Ivy was teasing me and I said I’d use my belt on her. It was just us playing pretend together.”
“And she likes that.”
“She loves it. And she knows I enjoy disciplining naughty subs, even if it’s just for play. So knowing that it pleases me brings her joy.”
“That’s all… very confusing,” he said with a sigh.
“I know. But just try to remember that whatever I do, I do with Ivy’s best interests at heart. She is my submissive, which means her needs come first for me, always.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
“That’s all I can ask.”
Feeling steadier than she had been, Ivy stepped into the kitchen, shaking the bottle of vitamins. “Got them!”
Cordelia looked up, her eyes lighting with happiness. “Good girl.”
God the things those two simple words did to her. Especially from her Daddy.
“How does bacon and eggs sound for breakfast?”
“That sounds perfect, blossom.”
Turning to Jacob, Ivy smiled, relieved to find it wasn’t as hard as it might have been if she’d still been feeling so jealous. “Would you like some breakfast, Jacob?”
His gaze slid to Cordelia, and Ivy had to fight off a wave of annoyance. “Is that okay? If she makes me breakfast?”
“I don’t own her, Jacob. If she’s offering, it’s because she wants to, which is her prerogative.”
“She has a name and she is standing right here.”
Cordelia looked up, one blonde brow raising. “Yes, she does and yes, she is. So, Ivy, is there a reason you are getting snippy with your Daddy?”
Because she still didn’t have a way to explain her feelings without sounding like a total asshole, Ivy shook her head. “Sorry. Guess I’m still just out of sorts from all the changes.”
“Ah. It will get better, baby, I promise.”
“I know. I just need to be dramatic first.”
As she’d hoped, the teasing response made Cordelia laugh, and Ivy was able to return to her work. Making breakfast, just like she did every morning.
Except, nothing was where it was supposed to be. The kitchen was a completely different layout from the one in their apartment, and where she thought things should be because it made the most sense never turned out to be where they actually were.
By the third time opening and closing a cabinet that didn't have what she wanted, she was ready to scream. Or cry. Or maybe all three.
And her Daddy either didn’t notice or was deliberately ignoring her growing frustration. Probably the first, because she was so focused on someone else.
“Jacob, why do you keep making that face?” Cordelia asked, and Ivy had to swallow a not-so-nice response as she opened yet another cabinet in search of a bowl to scramble up these fucking eggs.
“What face?”
