Page 82 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“Oh, Ivy. It looks like our poor baby boy has made a mess all in his pants.”
Jacob
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Fear, excitement, shame. So many emotions were swirling inside him it made his head spin as he tried to process them all at once.
Swallowing hard, he looked down at the wet spot spreading across the crotch of his gray sweatpants. His secret shame, on display for everyone to see.
“Poor baby.” Ivy’s voice had taken on a low, crooning sort of tone that only had his face burning hotter as she ran a hand over his hair. “Look at the mess you’ve made, Jakey.”
Before he could apologize again, Cordelia laughed, low and deep. “Can you blame him, blossom? Your pussy is rather delicious.”
“Magic pussy!” By contrast, Ivy’s giggle was high and sweet.
“That it is. And now you’re going to show him how magic your tongue is.”
Her tongue? Jerking his head up, he looked from one gorgeous woman to the other, his brain not quite ready or willing to understand. “What?”
Looking down at him, Cordelia smiled, and there was a hint of something dark he didn't quite understand in that smile. “Don’t worry, baby boy. Ivy’s going to get you all cleaned up. Isn’t that right, blossom?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
And then Ivy was sliding off the table, lowering herself onto her knees in front of him. Reaching for the waistband of his pants as she grinned up at him, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Lift up, honey. I need to get these messy pants off you so we can wash them.”
Wordlessly, he raised up from his seat just enough for her to tug the pants and his underwear down to his knees. More shame crept in, heating his face as he stared down at the beautiful woman in front of him. “I’m sorry. That’s never happened before, not without, um, touching myself.”
Ivy raised a single dark eyebrow, and for a moment she almost looked as fearsome as Cordelia. But then her lips twitched, ruining the effect somewhat. “I thought you told me you’d never made yourself come before, Jacob.”
Uh-oh.
He knew he was in trouble even before Cordelia spoke, her words so silky-smooth they made him tremble. “Is that so? Did you lie to Ivy, boy?”
His breath caught in his chest as his mind scrambled for what to say. He’d already admitted to lying, so there was no point in denying it further. But actually admitting he’d been touching himself, pleasuring himself meant admitting to an even greater sin.
“I-I forgot, Ma’am.”
Slender fingers gripped his hair, pulling his head back with a bite of pain his body somehow confused with pleasure. “You forgot about jerking yourself off? Somehow I find that hard to believe, baby boy.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears he didn’t want to shed clogging his throat. “Please don’t be mad. I won’t ever do it again, I swear.”
“Sweet boy. There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself. You have nothing to apologize for, other than trying to hide it from us.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby,” Ivy cooed, sliding her hands up his thighs. “Making yourself feel good isn’t wrong. Lying to us, however…”
“I’m sorry. I thought you’d be mad. Or think I was bad.”
Cordelia’s eyes flashed. “You aren’t bad. You might do something naughty, and then we’d have to punish you. But you, baby boy, could never be bad. You hear me?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
He wasn’t entirely sure he believed them. Somewhere in the back of his mind lurked a lifetime of harsh words. Sinner. Dirty. Evil. All the things he’d been told his entire life he was.
But with them, he didn’t feel any of that. And so he let himself believe, let himself simply sink into the moment, into the two women he was pretty sure he was falling in love with, into their truth even if it wasn’t actually the truth.
