Page 85 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“Jacob, go ahead and dump out the blocks. Ivy will show you how to set them up.”
For just a moment, it looked like Jacob was going to question the order. But when he glanced over at Ivy, she gave a subtle shake of her head and hoped he’d get the point.
Don’t do it. Not worth getting yourself in trouble, too.
Either he got the message or he decided for himself it wasn’t worth risking Cordelia’s wrath. Whatever the reason, he picked the slender box up from the middle of the table and dumped the contents onto the smooth wood.
Ivy beamed at him, doing her best to ignore the circles Cordelia’s fingertips were drawing on her bare thighs. And the resulting need pulsing through her pussy.
“Okay, so, you’re going to take three of those blocks and line them up.” She watched as Jacob arranged the blocks as instructed, beaming at him when he completed his task. It really was a delight to watch the way he lit up at any small praise, though part of her did wonder what his childhood had been like to make him so hungry for it.
While she walked Jacob through the setup of the game, turning the blocks this way and that so they stacked up in a neat tower, Cordelia silently watched on, still tracing those infernal patterns on Ivy’s burning skin.
And just as Ivy was about to explain the game, Cordelia’s fingers drifted higher, closer to where Ivy ached for her touch.
Still doing her damnedest to ignore those light, teasing touches, she explained the game to Jacob as his gaze shifted from Ivy to the tower of blocks between them and back again. “Um. So. How you play is, um, you pull a block out and try to make sure the tower doesn’t fall over. If you knock it over, you lose. I’ll go first so you can see.”
It wasn’t until she leaned forward to pull that first block out that she realized the extent of Cordelia’s plan. As soon as she touched the wood, Cordelia’s fingers speared her, sending such a shock of pleasure through her that she jerked her hand and sent the tower tumbling down.
“Careful, babygirl,” Cordelia said with a low chuckle. “You’re supposed to be teaching our boy how to play the game the right way.”
The implication that she’d messed up had twin flames of humiliation and anger burning brightly inside her. But she knew better than to take her irritation out on Cordelia, especially when her Daddy was in such a sadistic mood.
So she helped Jacob rebuild the tower, this time letting him have the first turn all while Cordelia stroked her pussy with those feather-light touches designed to drive her mad. And she held her tongue, even when Cordelia deliberately distracted her again when she reached for a block. She was expecting it that time, though, so she managed not to jerk at her woman’s touch, though her fingers did tremble a bit as she pulled it free.
All the while, Jacob watched them. Not outright, but with sneaky little glances she pretended not to notice. The situation was humiliating enough without taking into consideration that she was being punished in front of their boy again.
They made it through nearly a dozen turns before Cordelia’s teasing got the best of Ivy and she ended up knocking the tower down again.
“Goddammit, Cordelia!”
She was too annoyed to really think about the consequences of what she’d just said. But as her Daddy’s hands came up to cup her breasts, holding her nipples between those clever, wicked fingers, Ivy froze, fear shimmying up her spine as Cordelia’s low voice washed over her. Across the table, Jacob seemed frozen in place as well, his eyes wide as his gaze flicked between them.
“Is that how you talk to your Daddy, little girl?”
“N-no, Ma’am. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“You should consider yourself very lucky we don’t have our toys with us. Or else you’d be bent over this table getting your pretty bottom fucked right in front of our boy.”
Tears of humiliation blurred her vision, but not so much that she couldn’t see Jacob’s cheeks turning bright red at the threat, which only added additional layers of embarrassment to the situation. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are, baby. And I know I’ve been very mean this morning, teasing you so much. Haven't I?”
It felt like a trap. But no matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t find a way out. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Mmm. Well, unfortunately for you, now I’m going to have to get even meaner. But first, you’re going to make us some lunch.”
The topic shift was so sudden, for a moment all Ivy could do was blink. “Lunch, Ma’am?”
“Yes, lunch. I seem to have worked up an appetite, dealing with two naughty little subs all morning. Go make me a sandwich and after lunch we can talk about your punishment for swearing at me.”
“Can I at least put my clothes back on, Ma’am?”
“Nope. Kestrel and Merlin both said they have no problem with you being naked as needed, and they’ve promised to make themselves as scarce as possible the rest of the day.”
“Great,” Ivy grumbled as she slid from Cordelia’s lap. “How considerate of them.”
“It was.” By contrast, Cordelia’s voice was downright chipper. “They’re good guys. I’ll be sure to let Holden know how helpful they’ve been.”
