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Guilt twisted in her gut at the uncharitable thought. Cordelia had promised to tell her everything, when she could. It was Ivy’s job to trust that, to lean on what they’d built together and believe in her woman.
A sharp pain in her breast jerked her out of her spiraling thoughts and back to the present, where Cordelia was staring up at her, one brow raised. She had one of Ivy’s nipples captured between her fingers. “Where are you, blossom? Because you're not here, with me.”
“I’m always with you.”
Cordelia’s expression softened. “I know, baby. But mentally, you’re a million miles away. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m being selfish again.”
Another quick, sharp pain. “Perhaps I didn’t spank you hard enough if you're already gunning for another trip over my knee.”
“No, Ma’am!” Ivy cried, fighting the urge to squirm in response to her Domme’s playful scolding
“No, I didn’t spank you hard enough?” Cordelia teased.
“You did, you did! I mean no, I don’t want another.”
“Then talk to me, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about how I want to taste you.” At the flicker in her woman’s eyes, Ivy rushed forward. “I’m sorry. I know that’s off the table and I know you have your reasons. It was stupid and selfish.”
“It was neither of those things, baby. I know it’s hard for you, and I love you more than I can say for accepting that I can’t give you that yet. You’ve never tried to push me to give you more than I’m able in that regard, because you are the opposite of selfish, Ivy Mae. You’re my good, sweet girl.”
“I don’t feel good or sweet tonight.”
“I know. Which is why you’re going to let me prove it to you.”
Chapter 10
Cordelia
Her poor babygirl. Always holding herself to a much higher standard than anyone else would ever dream of.
It killed her, knowing how badly Ivy craved that level of worship. Knowing that the one thing her girl thrived on was the one thing she couldn’t give her yet.
God knew she wanted to. While most stone tops were perfectly content to remain stone, Cordelia wanted to melt for Ivy. Wanted to give her babygirl that piece of herself she’d never given another living soul of her own free will. Not just because Ivy so clearly wanted it, but because she found herself dreaming of what it would feel like to finally feel her babygirl’s hands, her tongue exploring every inch of her body. That hidden desire for another’s touch was why she’d never felt entirely comfortable claiming the title of stone top, but it had always been the easiest way to explain her limits to her partners.
But as much as she wanted to give Ivy that piece of her, tonight wasn’t the right time. Not when they were both still so shaken by their fight. When she did melt, she wanted to be in exactly the right headspace for it, which she decidedly was not just then.
Instead, she’d focus on her babygirl. On reminding her exactly who she belonged to and what a good, good girl she actually was.
She stripped Ivy’s top from her, leaving her girl completely bare to her gaze as Cordelia grinned up at her. “Lie down for me, blossom.”
Wiggling off Cordelia’s lap, Ivy stretched out on the couch, exposing herself even more. “Like this, Ma’am?”
“Exactly like that, baby. My pretty little girl, all laid out for me like a buffet. But I think you’re missing something.”
Ivy’s lip moved into a pout. “What am I missing?”
“You let me worry about that. Stay right there.”
Leaving her girl to wonder about what she might be up to, Cordelia made her way to the bedroom they’d converted into her office-slash-closet and grabbed her play bag from where she kept it stored in the corner of her office. It wasn’t actually a bag, but a cosmetics case she’d converted for her own personal use. Opening the case, she pulled open a drawer and plucked a shiny pair of silver clamps free, along with a silk blindfold and one of Ivy’s favorite toys.
“Close your eyes, blossom,” she instructed when she returned to the living room with her prizes in hand.
“What are you up to?” Despite the open curiosity in her tone, Ivy’s eyes were obediently closed when Cordelia reached the couch.
Grinning down at her babygirl, she set the clamps and the toy aside. “Didn’t I tell you to let me worry about that, little girl?”
