Page 17 of Big Daddy Christmas
“What did you have to drink?”
Heat bloomed in his cheeks. Ever since that fateful night with the whiskey, she always asked that exact question when he spent an evening with the guys. “A couple wine coolers.”
The hand on his leg squeezed gently. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you for honoring your own needs.”
Her words spread through his chest, a warmth that comforted rather than excited. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“And did you enjoy our video?”
Just like that, warmth turned to heat, comfort to need. “Very much, Ma’am.”
“Mmm. Was it difficult to watch, knowing you couldn’t touch yourself? That you couldn’t even get hard because Daddy wouldn’t allow it?”
As she spoke, her fingers drifted higher, stroking him softly through the thin fabric of his dress pants. And even though his cock couldn’t respond the way it wanted to, need still rose up in him, threatening to choke him with every teasing touch. “Y-yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. I like knowing my boy and my girl are both so completely at my mercy. It pleases me.”
It pleases me. He’d come to live for that phrase. Any praise, really, but that phrase in particular stirred something in him, something deep and dark and almost feral in its intensity.
Thankfully, they pulled into the parking garage at their apartment a short while later. He and Ivy stayed put, as always, and waited for Daddy to let them out. It was one of those little rituals she had, a reminder that everything they did, even down to something as simple as getting out of a car, was at her discretion.
He both loved and hated those rituals. But he knew the ‘hate’ came from what he’d been taught rather than what he believed, and over time hate had faded to a mild discomfort.
And some nights, like tonight, even that discomfort was nowhere to be found. There was only love and submission and the joy he found in both.
“All right, my loves.” In their apartment, Cordelia turned to them, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Ivy, how would you like to proceed?”
Beside him, Ivy let out a small squeak of surprise. “Me?”
“Yes, baby, you. I’m giving you the reins. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say I’m letting you hold the reins with me. But I told you that I would let you top our boy tonight, so how do you want to do this?”
“Oh. Um. I hadn’t really thought about it, Ma’am.”
“That’s all right, blossom.” Running a hand over Ivy’s hair, Cordelia looked over at Jacob and smiled. “Jacob, we’re going to talk some things out. I want you naked and kneeling beside the bed when we come for you. Understood?”
Excitement burned bright in his veins. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Go wait for us, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Cordelia
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As Jacob hurried toward their bedroom, Cordelia turned to her babygirl. Poor Ivy looked very much like the proverbial deer caught in someone’s headlights.
“Breathe, baby,” Cordelia said with a low laugh. “Daddy’s right here. You’re not doing this alone.”
“Right.” Closing her eyes, Ivy dragged in a deep if somewhat shaky breath. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous all of a sudden.”
“That’s completely understandable, blossom.”
“It is?”
“Of course.” Closing the distance between them, she cupped Ivy’s face in her hands, tilting her girl’s head back as those eyes she loved so much opened again, the deep brown full of wonder and worry. “We’re taking a big step tonight. But it’s a step we’ve all talked about, both as a family and you and I on our own. I think you’re ready, but if you don’t think so, we can hold off.”
Almost instantly, she felt Ivy relax. “No. No, I’m good. I was just caught a little off guard, I guess.”
“I’m sorry for that, blossom. I shouldn’t have surprised you like that. Forgive me?”
