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And he was rewarded with a dazzling smile from Cordelia as she pulled his head even further back, lowering her lips to hover just over his. “Our sweet, innocent boy,” she murmured into his mouth. “We’re going to ruin you. So you better tell me now if you want me to stop.”
This was it. The crossroads at which he would choose his fate. In one direction lay the only truth he’d ever known. In the other, sin and pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.
“Don’t stop. Please, whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Chapter 26
Cordelia
This was wrong. So fucking wrong.
And yet, she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t even pause as she crushed her lips to Jacob’s. He yielded instantly, opening for her, welcoming her in. And like a conquering Viking, she swooped in, laying claim to every inch of his sweet mouth.
Lifting her head, she stared down into those pale, glassy eyes. “Ivy. Clean our baby boy up now.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Excitement all but vibrated through Ivy’s voice and a moment later Jacob’s eyes went wide and he gasped.
“Is-is it supposed to hurt?” he asked, breathless.
“Yes, baby. You just had an orgasm, so everything is a bit more sensitive than usual. So it’s going to hurt, at least at first. But you’re going to sit right there and you’re going to take whatever pain I decide to give you. Do you know why?”
“W-why?”
She let her lips curve, slowly, drawing out the moment as she stared down into those beautiful gray eyes. “Because it pleases me.”
God she could get addicted to that awareness in his gaze. The way it shined and grew every time something new clicked in that busy brain of his. And when she saw it click for him that she would hurt him, not because he’d been bad or because he deserved it, but simply because she wanted to…
Fucking intoxicating.
Jacob’s eyes fluttered closed as he let out a soft whimper and she looked down at her babygirl kneeling between his thighs, her tongue swirling around the thick head of his cock. Even soft he was impressive, and she couldn’t wait to see Ivy ride him.
No matter how wrong it might be.
Shifting to stand behind him, Cordelia released her hold on his hair, sliding her hands down his chest to the nipples that had pebbled against the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Taking each of them between her fingers, she pinched. Lightly at first, enough for him to know she could hurt him but not enough to actually cause any pain.
“What do you say if it’s too much for you, baby boy?” she whispered in his ear.
“R-red, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. I’m going to hurt you now, but if it’s too much just use your word and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Fucking hell if hearing him call her Ma’am in that deep, breathless voice didn’t do something to her. She let herself ride that high, let herself get lost in the thrill of having him so completely under her control as she gave his nipples a sharp pinch.
“Ow!” His response was startled and high-pitched, and she didn’t bother to keep her laughter to herself.
“Does it hurt, baby boy?” Faux sympathy dripped from her words and Jacob whimpered in response. He might not know enough to understand exactly what a sadist was, but something in him clearly recognized her for what she was.
“You pinched me! Of course it hurt!”
There was such confusion in his tone, she couldn't help but chuckle again, even as she gave his nipples another hard squeeze, this time holding for a count of five as he whined and wriggled in response.
“Fuck me, Ivy. Do you hear how sweetly our boy whines?”
