Page 113 of Melt For Us, Daddy
That shouldn’t be too hard. Right? “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. You may begin, Ivy.”
At the first touch of Ivy’s tongue to his cock, he realized he’d wildly underestimated just how difficult this was going to be. His instinct was to close his eyes, to let his head fall back so he could bask in the pleasure washing over him with every swipe of her talented tongue.
But he wouldn’t. Daddy had given him an order, and he would follow it. So he kept his gaze locked on hers, watching as approval lit her eyes.
“Such a good boy for me,” she murmured, gripping his cheeks with her hand and leaning in. The press of her lips to his was like magic, sparking a tidal wave of emotion and pleasure inside of him. She’d kissed him before, of course, but every time felt like the first time.
He hoped that feeling never went away.
And while she kissed him, Ivy parted her lips, taking most of his cock into her silky mouth, sliding up and down the length of him and he groaned into the kiss.
Pulling away, Cordelia grinned up at him. “Does that feel good, baby boy? Is our Ivy doing a good job sucking your pretty cock?”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
Still gripping his face, Cordelia looked down at where Ivy was hard at work. “My good girl and my good boy. I’m going to have so much fun showing you off tonight. But you need to hurry up, blossom, or we’re going to be late.”
At her command, Ivy moved faster, and when she sucked hard on the length of him, stars exploded behind his eyes.
“Oh, fuck!”
And then Cordelia’s eyes were back on him, power and need turning the green nearly black as she watched him. “That’s it, baby. Are you going to be a good boy and come for Daddy?”
He didn’t think at that point he could have stopped if she’d wanted him to. “Yes, Ma’am!”
“He’s so close, Ivy-baby. Just a little more.”
And then his entire world narrowed to them. To the feel of Ivy’s mouth on him, to the burning need in his Daddy’s eyes. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside of him, until it finally snapped and he came with his gaze still locked with Cordelia’s, his cock swelling in Ivy’s mouth and his cum pouring down her throat as he panted for breath.
“Such a good boy,” Cordelia crooned, leaning in for another soft, gentle kiss. “I love watching your eyes when you come, baby. Maybe if you’re very good for me at the club, I’ll finally let you learn what Ivy’s sweet little pussy feels like tonight. Would you like that, Jacob?”
“God, yes. Please, Ma’am.”
“Then you’ll need to be very, very good for me. And part of being a good boy is keeping your hands off your cock, isn’t it?”
Again those hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“But we’re going somewhere with lots of new and exciting things to see and experience. So it might be difficult for you to follow that particular rule. Which is why I bought the cage. To help you.”
“Cage, Ma’am?”
“Mmhmm. Blossom, be a doll and lube our boy up so we can get him locked up tight.”
Fear raced icy fingers up his spine. But it wasn’t the kind of fear he’d grown up feeling. This was… exciting. Whatever they had planned for him might hurt, might even feel unbearable at times, but they would never truly harm him.
Holding that knowledge tight against his chest, where his heart was currently pounding harder and faster than it ever had before, he waited for what came next.
There was a rustling sound, like Ivy was digging through a paper bag, and then the sound of a plastic lid popping open a second before something cold and wet covered his cock. He jerked slightly at the sensation, but Cordelia was still gripping his face so he couldn’t move very far.
Since he’d literally just come in Ivy’s mouth, the feel of her hands on him, covering him with the cool liquid was almost too much. But he grit his teeth against the sensation, determined to bear it. To be a good boy.
For them.
After what felt like forever, Ivy spoke up. “He’s ready, Daddy.”
“Thank you, blossom. You’ve been such a good girl for me. I want you to stay kneeling right there while I finish getting our boy ready.”
