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He gave a slow nod of understanding. “Okay. I will.”
“Good boy. Now, what have you learned so far?”
His gaze flicked between her and Ivy before he swallowed hard and pointed to Ivy’s nearly bare mound. “Th-that’s called a pussy, Ma’am.”
“Very good. Where are her pussy lips?”
He gestured again, and Cordelia slowly raised an eyebrow. “I said this was going to be a hands-on lesson, boy. Spread her lips for me so I know you understand what I’m talking about.”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
Swallowing again, he rubbed his palms on his pants before reaching for Ivy and using his thumbs to gently spread her lips. “These, Ma’am?”
“Good boy. Push them apart a little farther.” When he did as he was told, she rewarded him by running her hand over his hair. “Perfect. Now, you see that little sort of nub at the very top there?”
Leaning in, she brushed her thumb ever so gently over Ivy’s slightly swollen clit, earning her another of those soft little whimpers from her girl. “This is her clitoris, or her clit. And this is just one way to make a woman come.”
“Come, Ma’am?”
“Orgasm, sweet boy. Women get an immense amount of pleasure from this little nub. And now you’re going to learn exactly how to make that happen.”
Chapter 25
Ivy
She had wildly misjudged her Daddy’s reaction to this situation.
And really, she only had herself to blame. While Cordelia enjoyed sharing her with others, it was always, always with her approval first. Never just because Ivy got a whim and decided to play with someone else.
It had been the worst kind of misstep to assume Cordelia would feel differently just because Jacob was… well, whatever he was to them. Which was something they’d need to discuss, sooner rather than later at the rate things were going.
But for now, she had a very annoyed, very possessive Daddy to reckon with. Not to mention Jacob and all his sweet, fumbling innocence as he carefully spread her open for Daddy to show him exactly where and how to touch her.
“Put your thumb right there and roll it around a bit. Good boy, but you can press a little harder than that. Our Ivy likes a rough touch, but not all women are the same. You’ll have to get to know them, learn what they like if you want to make them happy.”
Gentle pleasure rolled through her body as he pressed on her clit, softly at first but then with more confidence. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“How does that feel, Ivy Mae? Is our boy doing a good job?”
Our boy. Those two little words filled her with a jealous, possessive sort of need she was very unfamiliar with. Was this how Cordelia felt about her? “Ah, if he could just move his thumb a little lower…”
Jacob did as he was told and Ivy let out a low moan as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. “God, baby boy, just like that. Press a little harder.”
“Does that really feel good?”
“Yes, god yes. Don’t stop.”
Movement caught her eye and she watched as Cordelia shifted to stand behind Jacob. Her bottle-green eyes locked onto Ivy’s as she leaned down, her lips just beside Jacob’s ear.
“Do you see how wet she’s getting Jacob? Our filthy little Ivy loves the way you touch her.”
“Oh.” Eyes wide, full of the wonder of discovery, he inhaled sharply. “Is that what that means?”
“Yes, sweet boy. Would you like to taste her now?”
“Fuck yes.”
Red colored his cheeks, and his head jerked up, almost as if he was shocked to hear those words coming out of his own mouth. “Am I allowed to say that?” he whispered, and Ivy couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was.
