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Reaching out, Cordelia took Ivy’s hand, giving it a gentle but demanding tug. Ivy instinctively heeded the silent command, letting herself be pulled back into her woman’s arms. And as Cordelia’s hand slid up Ivy’s thigh to where she was still soaking wet from their earlier play, her smile turned wicked.
“You were such a good girl for me, baby, telling Daddy exactly what you need. I think my good girl deserves a reward.”
With a gasp, Ivy surrendered to her reward, again, and again, and again.
She really loved being her Daddy’s good girl.
Chapter 29
Jacob
He didn’t wake refreshed. He woke groggy and gritty-eyed, his stomach still churning with guilt.
Rolling onto his back, he stared up at the textured ceiling above him as his mind went back to work trying to figure out what to do about the two beautiful women he was stuck living with for who knew how much longer.
He should resist them. That much seemed obvious. Everything he knew about what was right and moral and good said that he should resist temptation in whatever form it took.
But the thought of never touching them again, of never fully knowing the kind of pleasure they’d been so keen to teach him about made him feel… hollow. Empty in a way he’d never felt before.
Was that just the devil, trying to tempt him back into sin?
He was still lying there, as confused as ever, when the knock came.
“Jakey? You awake, honey?”
Ivy. Tiny, sweet, loving Ivy. Even before she’d stripped down to nothing and declared they were going to have an anatomy lesson, he’d felt drawn to her. Not in the same way he felt drawn to Cordelia, and for completely different reasons, but it was no less potent. She was comfort and cheer and so many happy things he’d never really had before.
Maybe if he pretended to be asleep she’d go away and he could have some more time to figure things out. But not only was that dangerously close to a lie, he didn’t really want her to go anywhere. He wanted her in his bed, even if all they did was talk.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he called out, pushing himself up in the bed.
A moment later, the door swung open, and there she was. She’d changed into a dress, one with little straps no thicker than a piece of spaghetti, covered with pretty pink flowers. Everything about her looked fresh and dewy and his mouth watered at the sight of her.
Stopping in the middle of the room, she tilted her head. “Something wrong?”
“Huh?” He blinked, and it wasn’t until he did that he realized he hadn’t done so since she’d walked in the room. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”
A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “It’s okay, honey. You can stare if you want to.” Swinging her hips, she moved in a circle, the dress twirling out around her. “You like the dress, I take it?”
“Very much, Ma’am.”
“Hmm. Well, as much as I’d love to climb you like a tree and let you show me exactly how much you like it, Daddy’s waiting for us downstairs. And she will be very cranky if we have any fun without her.”
“Okay. Um, can I use the bathroom, first?”
Her smile brightened until she was practically beaming at him. “Of course, baby. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
Baby. The endearment rolled around in his mind as he made his way to the bathroom. Every time they called him baby or baby boy, it made his chest feel warm and light. And yet, it also felt wrong.
He was a man. Not a child, and certainly not a baby. He should demand they treat him like one, show him the respect he deserved.
But he didn’t want to. And that was really the crux of all his issues when it came to the two of them. His brain was telling him he should do this or do that based on what he’d been taught was right.
But he just didn’t want to.
He wanted them to keep calling him baby. He wanted to touch them, taste them. He wanted to know what it would feel like to put his cock in someone’s pussy. He wanted Cordelia to spank him again, and maybe afterward pleasure her the way he’d pleasured Ivy.
As he scrubbed his hands clean, he met his own gaze in the reflection of the mirror above the sink. And found his answer.
