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A dozen responses burned on Ivy’s tongue. But since each one was bound to end with her eating lunch on a red-hot bottom, she held back as she made her way into the kitchen to make lunch.
And tried not to think about the slickness coating her upper thighs, or the burning need in her pussy as she went about her chores.
Chapter 27
Jacob
He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. All he knew for sure was that Ivy was in trouble and she looked miserable. Cordelia, on the other hand, looked rather pleased with herself as she worked her way through the sandwich and chips Ivy had placed on a plate in front of her.
It was uncomfortable, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for Ivy. But at the same time, his… cock was once again hard as a rock and he had to shift in his seat a few times to ease the ache as he watched a naked Ivy pick at her food, quite literally.
“Blossom, you’ve about picked that poor sandwich to pieces. Eat.”
Ivy’s bottom lip puffed out even further than it had been. “Not really hungry, Ma’am.”
“No, you’re sulking. And while I happen to think it’s adorable, I draw the line at you not taking care of yourself, Ivy Mae.”
It was fascinating watching Cordelia become… whatever it was she had become just then. Everything about her was slightly harder, not in a mean way but simply in a way that demanded obedience. At least, as far as Jacob was concerned. He just knew that if she’d aimed all that potent dominant energy his way he would give in to whatever she demanded.
And judging by the flush on Ivy’s cheeks and the way her shoulders hunched forward ever so slightly, she wasn’t immune either. “Yes, Daddy,” Ivy mumbled, picking up a tattered piece of her sandwich and popping it in her mouth.
Daddy. Maybe that’s what Cordelia had become, that harder, more commanding version of herself.
“That’s my good girl. While you’re finishing up, Jacob and I can do the dishes.”
Since it wasn’t offered as a suggestion or even a question, he interpreted it as an order, immediately jumping to his feet and reaching for Cordelia’s plate. And he was rewarded with another of those beaming smiles.
“Thank you, baby boy. I’ll be over in a moment.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her smile brightened even further at his response, and he nearly skipped over to the sink, his entire being aglow with the knowledge that he’d pleased her.
“Eyes on me, Ivy-baby.”
The words were soft, and yet no less of a command than anything else he’d heard from Cordelia’s mouth. “Ma’am?”
“After lunch is our rest time. Do you want to take the time I promised you for just the two of us? Or would you prefer to spend it with our boy?”
Spine straightening, he flipped the water on to rinse their dishes, doing his best to pretend he wasn’t listening.
“Oh. Ummm. I guess it depends.”
“On?”
“On which of those options gets me to an orgasm faster.”
Cordelia’s laughter rang out in the kitchen at Ivy’s cheeky response. “Unfortunately for you, the answer is neither. Little girls who cuss at their Daddies don’t get rewarded with orgasms.”
“But Daddy,” Ivy whined in response. “That’s not fair! You’ve been teasing me all morning!”
“Yes, I have. And why is that, Ivy Mae?”
Ivy’s sigh was so deep and full of drama, it made him want to laugh. She really did remind him of his younger sisters sometimes.
At that thought, guilt slammed into him, knocking the air from his lungs. His sisters were back home, suffering through God only knew what, while he was here falling into sin and temptation with not just one but two women.
How could he be so selfish?
