Page 20 of Big Daddy Christmas
The plug slid free and he nearly sighed with relief. But that relief was short-lived, as a moment later another plug pressed at his entrance and he groaned.
“Aww, do you not want to be plugged again, baby?” Ivy’s voice had taken on that syrupy-sweet tone she had when she was truly enjoying his discomfort.
“No, Ma’am.” It was pointless to tell her, because she was going to do whatever she wanted anyway. But she’d asked, and he’d learned the hard way that lying to his women, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant the lie, would only lead to more pain.
Ivy’s giggle, usually so sweet but now with something sinister lurking beneath the happy sound, sent a shiver up his spine. “Sorry, baby boy. Daddy said I could do whatever I want with you tonight and I want to watch you squirm. Bear down like we taught you.”
Closing his eyes against the wave of humiliation, he did as he was told, forcing his muscles to relax, to open for the plug. It was larger than the one she’d just removed, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because it meant he would be stretched more, and getting fucked there later wouldn’t be as painful.
A curse, because he knew he would feel it with every swat, every stroke of whatever implement she’d chosen to hurt him with.
“Good boy,” she praised softly when the plug settled inside him, stretching him open wide. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you. This may be the best Christmas present anyone’s ever given me.”
“I’m so glad to hear that, blossom.” Cordelia’s voice, deeper and smokier than Ivy’s, seemed to fill the room. “Because watching you is absolutely going to be my present to myself. Here are the implements you asked for.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Familiar fingers, his Daddy’s fingers, stroked the flesh of his bare ass and he trembled in response. “Our sweet boy. Are you ready for Ivy to hurt you, baby?”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
She chuckled, and just like with Ivy’s laugh, the sound both terrified and aroused him. “I’m not sure you are. But you’ll take it, won’t you, baby boy? Because we want you to.”
As she so often did, Cordelia cut straight to the core of who he was with a single question.
He wasn’t as much of a masochist as Ivy, who often enjoyed pain for pain’s sake. His pleasure was derived more from the act of surrender. Of giving up his will for his women. The sacrifice of accepting whatever pain they wanted to give him, even when—especially when he didn’t enjoy it.
“Up on the bed, Jakey.” Ivy’s gentle command cut through his whirling thoughts, bringing him back to the real world. “You can stretch out on your tummy for now. We’re going to be here for a while.”
Eager to obey, despite what came next, he climbed up onto the bed and stretched out, pillowing his head on his arms as he waited. The position pressed his caged cock into the mattress, yet another reminder of how completely he belonged to them.
The mattress dipped beside him and he turned his head to watch as Cordelia, stripped down to just her dark-green shirt and underwear, crawled up to the head of the bed. Settling against the pillows beside his head, she spread her legs to reveal the satiny black panties covering her mound and his mouth watered at the sight.
Running her left hand over his hair, she slid her right hand beneath the waistband of her panties. “Told you I was going to enjoy watching Ivy hurt you, baby boy. If you’re very, very good you might get a taste later.”
“I’ll be good, Ma’am, I promise.”
“Mmmm. We’ll see.”
He was distracted from having to answer by something smooth running across his ass. “Ready for me, Jakey?” Ivy asked, tapping the paddle against his bare skin.
Trepidation rolled through him, and for a moment he was tempted to tell her no.
But as it always did, that feeling faded almost immediately and he turned his head to look at her, standing beside the bed in her pretty green dress, looking like some kind of fairy princess. Or maybe tonight she was more of a queen. Quietly commanding, sure in her own authority.
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m ready.”
The first swat was lighter than he’d expected, and he instantly relaxed with a soft sigh. It stung, but not so much he couldn’t enjoy it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware she was likely toying with him. Getting him warmed up for something particularly wicked. But for now at least, he could simply enjoy the gentle sting of her paddle as she swatted one cheek and then the other. Over and over, building the warmth in his backside with every flick of her wrist.
When he was nice and warm all over, she paused to run her hand over his bottom, giving the flesh a hard squeeze that made him wince. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Good, Ma’am. Really good.”
“Perfect. I like making you feel good, Jakey. Almost as much as I enjoy hurting you.”
Alarm bells rang in his mind a moment before the plug in his ass flared to life. Vibrations massaged that secret spot inside him he’d never known existed before he’d met his women and he groaned as his hips involuntarily flexed, pressing his cock more firmly against the mattress.
Agony. He was in agony, the most brutal and delicious kind. With every flex of his hips, he was reminded of how completely and utterly owned he was.
