"I'm your Mistress, Emma," Ivy said more sternly.

"I, I'm sorry, Ivy. I'm just--"

"Jealous, I know. But I don't need your permission to fuck your daddy. You need my permission to fuck him, and if you don't want to ask it, then you're not going to get it."

Emma was silent. So was Ivy for a moment.

"Now, go get my lube and my vibrator out of my bag. I'm going to need it for that big cock of his."

"Yes, Miss Ivy."

I heard my daughter get up and leave the room. I opened my eyes.

"That's your plan? To demean my daughter?"

Ivy smiled at me. "I'm...