Page 19 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Still. I know it’s different, sharing that role with me. I just want you to know I don’t take it for granted.”
“Blossom, I don’t think you could take anyone for granted if you tried.” Dipping her head again, Cordelia captured her lips in a long, slow kiss. “I love you. But we’ve kept our boy waiting long enough. Go.”
Stepping back, Ivy raised her hand to her forehead in a cheeky salute. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Shaking her head, Cordelia chuckled as Ivy scurried off. She’d be having her own fun with her little brat later. For now, she was content to watch her girl torment their boy, and she headed toward her office to fetch the implements Ivy had requested.
It was going to be a fun night.
Ivy
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Nerves danced in her stomach as she made her way to their bedroom. Pausing just outside the door, she gave herself a moment to recenter herself, to breathe again. And to remind herself that Cordelia was right.
She could do this. She’d been topping Jacob for months now under their Daddy’s guidance, and she’d been in the lifestyle for years. Not only did she know what she was doing in the most technical senses, she knew Jacob. Knew his reactions, his tells for when something was teetering on too much. Knew she could trust him to use his safeword if something went wrong.
Clutching that knowledge close to her chest, she pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside. Her heart immediately tripped at the sight of him; her tall, powerful boy kneeling beside their bed, completely naked but for the cage he wore around his cock, his head bowed and his hands resting on his knees.
The fact that even kneeling he was nearly as tall as her never failed to thrill her. If he wanted to, he could easily overpower her, and likely Cordelia as well. But he didn’t want to, because he was theirs.
And that, she knew, was the real power.
“Our pretty boy,” she cooed, crossing the room to run her hands over his silky hair. He’d recently started keeping it longer because she’d once told him how much she loved it when his hair was a little on the messy side.
Even with his head bowed, she could see the pink rising to his cheeks. Their boy had such a love-hate relationship with being called pretty or beautiful. He enjoyed the praise, but in his mind, they were still words for girls and he fought against his own enjoyment.
Which was, of course, why they continued to use them. Not just for the fun of embarrassing him, but to help him unlearn so much of the toxic bullshit his father had crammed into his head over the years.
Threading her fingers through his soft, thick hair, she tugged his head back so he was forced to look up into her eyes. And thrilled at the worry and wonder and need all whirling in those pale depths.
“Daddy said I could hurt you tonight. Not because you’ve been naughty, but just because I want to. Are you going to be a good boy for me and take it?”
It seemed natural that worry would take the lead after her statement. But it was need, dark and oh-so-intoxicating that filled his eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Lowering her head, she captured his lips in a brutal kiss that had him whimpering softly. “Turn toward me and present your bottom. You know how.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
His voice was thick with the need she’d seen dancing in his eyes, the same need she felt coiling low in her belly. And as he shifted, lowering his chest to the ground with his arms stretched in front of him so his ass was raised nice and high, that need threatened to turn ravenous.
It was so tempting to just jump ahead to the part where she finally got to fuck him the way she’d been dreaming of for months. But she had a plan and Ivy never deviated from a plan if she could help it.
Opening the top drawer of Cordelia’s nightstand, Ivy picked up the box that held the vibrating plug. Another thing their boy had a complicated relationship with. Probably because as much as he enjoyed it, Cordelia tended to save it for those occasions when she was feeling particularly sadistic.
Much like Ivy was now.
She’d never considered herself a sadist before. And even now, she only had these urges for Jacob. Something about him, all that sweet innocence trapped in that large, lanky body just called to her. Mostly she preferred to be the one soothing him and praising him while their Daddy worked him over. But there were nights, like tonight, where she craved the sound of his whimpers and cries as he took whatever she gave.
Plug in hand, she turned back to him and grinned at the picture he made. “All right, baby boy. Let’s get started.”
Chapter 9
Jacob
Daddy said I could hurt you tonight. Those words echoed in his mind as Ivy coaxed him through having the plug removed. What did she have in mind? How badly did she want to hurt him?
Unfortunately for him, those questions only made him want her more, and the frustration from not even being able to get hard built inside him with every passing second.
