Page 21 of Big Daddy Christmas
And he fucking loved it.
“Ivy, please,” he whined, grinding his hips into the mattress as the plug worked that spot inside him that never failed to drive him wild. “Please, it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much for our good boy.” Her words washed over him, focusing him. “Is it, Jakey?”
Again he was tempted to deny it. To tell her it actually was too much, that he couldn’t take it. But as he struggled to breathe through the unbearable pleasure, a familiar peace welled inside him.
It wasn’t too much. Whatever she gave, he would take, because he chose to. Because he wanted to.
Whimpering softly, he forced his eyes open to meet hers. “No, Ma’am. It’s not too much.”
Her smile was its own reward. “Good boy. I want you to keep that in mind for this next part.”
Ivy
* * *
Her boy was stretched out on the bed, his bottom a nice light pink and warm to the touch, their Daddy seated beside his head, her fingers working her pussy beneath her panties. And when Ivy looked up, her eyes met Cordelia’s, the dark green flashing with pride and need.
The entire scene was beyond erotic. It was every filthy fantasy she hadn’t known she had come to life, and she wanted more. More of her boy whimpering and whining, more of her Daddy’s proud, greedy gaze.
Setting the paddle aside, she picked up the cane. Unlike the thin, whippy ones Cordelia favored that seemed to slice through your flesh, this one was shorter. Only about a foot long, and thick. The pain was of a deeper kind, though it still had some of the sting.
It was their boy’s least favorite toy of all the ones they’d introduced him to so far, which was exactly why she’d chosen it. That, and the knowledge it would leave some very pretty marks for her to admire over the next few days.
When she tapped it against his bottom, he let out a low groan. “Ivy, no, not the cane!”
If she topped him every day for the rest of their lives, she’d never tire of hearing him whine and plead for mercy. “Yes, baby, the cane. Up on your knees.”
The position would stretch the skin of his bottom taut, which would make the impact sting even more. Her order was met with another quiet groan, but he didn’t argue as he raised his ass high for her, the buzzing plug visible between his muscular cheeks.
“Fuck, you two put on such a good show.” Arching up from the pillows she was reclined against, Cordelia moaned as she stroked her pussy. “Go on, Ivy-baby. I want to listen to our boy cry while I come.”
It was an order, even if it was delivered more as a suggestion, but it was an order Ivy was all too eager to follow.
Shifting her position a bit, she lined the short cane up with his ass, tapping it against the taut skin once, twice, three times before drawing her arm back. She paused, just for a second to let him sweat before swinging her arm forward again. At the last moment, she flicked her wrist, drawing a hiss of pain from their boy as a bright-pink line bloomed on his skin.
Beautiful. She could definitely see why her Daddy enjoyed this so much. There was something so satisfying about seeing her marks on their boy’s skin, knowing they were there because she wanted them there, and because he’d surrendered himself to her will.
Tapping the cane lightly against his bottom again, she gave him a moment to breathe through the pain. To relax again before delivering another line of fiery pain just below the first. Again he let out that low hiss, and this time their Daddy’s wicked chuckle joined the sound.
“You must be doing a very good job, Ivy Mae. Hear all those lovely little sounds our boy is making?”
“Yes, Daddy. Should I keep going?”
As happy as she was to be in charge, she was even happier to keep Cordelia involved. To remind their boy that he had not just one, but two women to answer to.
“Yes, baby. I haven’t heard him cry yet. But hurry, I’m getting close.”
Taking the less-than-subtle hint, Ivy let the cane fly three more times in close succession. With the third, Jacob cried out, his entire body bucking in response. It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t crying out in pain, but in pleasure.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” she scolded, secretly delighted she’d been able to drive him to orgasm without ever touching his cock. “Did I give you permission to come, Jacob Aaron?”
Silence greeted her question, and when he didn’t immediately answer, Cordelia gripped his hair, pulling his head up. “Ivy asked you a question, boy. I suggest you answer her before I decide you need a lesson in manners.”
Need slammed into Ivy, so hot and sudden it made her knees buckle. Cordelia’s ‘lessons’ were nothing to be trifled with, and though she normally hated for Jacob to be in trouble, the thought of watching their Daddy take him to task because he’d disobeyed her was… intoxicating.
But Jacob obviously wasn’t willing to test Cordelia tonight. Swallowing hard, his throat working with nerves, he met her gaze. “N-no, Ivy. You didn’t tell me I could come. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
