Page 5 of Big Daddy Christmas
But it actually was different. Tonight, unlike every other night, he could feel the weight of their collar around his neck. The warmth of that metal disk sitting against his skin, reminding him who he belonged to.
Closing his eyes, he forced his muscles to relax. To let her in. And was rewarded with her sweet, purring praise as she pushed a finger past that tight ring of muscle.
“That’s my good boy.”
A low sound he recognized as Cordelia growling filled the room. “I think you mean our boy, don’t you, blossom? Don’t forget who is in charge here, little girl.”
“S-sorry, Daddy.” Ivy’s apology was breathless and her finger went still inside him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Hmm. Well, if you get too big for your britches tonight, Daddy will just have to find a quiet place to remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Continue.”
In its cage, his cock swelled, pressing against the thick metal. As always, it was uncomfortable but not actually painful, a constant reminder that no matter where he was or what he was doing, he belonged to them.
There were still days he found himself worrying over his place in their relationship. Where he’d come from, women were the ones required to submit. The ones who did the serving and cooking and cleaning. He was still, as Cordelia called it, unlearning so much of what had been drilled into him from a young age.
Knowing his father and several of the men who had done that drilling were all behind bars and would remain there the rest of their days helped a lot. After all, real men of God wouldn’t have done the horrific things they’d been found guilty of. Things he and Cordelia and so many others had shined a light on so they wouldn’t happen to anyone else ever again, at least not under the banner of The Prophets of the Sacred Truth.
Tonight, however, those teachings were the farthest thing from his mind. His entire being was focused on his women, on his submission, on being their good boy and proving he deserved to wear their collar.
Ivy took her time preparing him, working her fingers in and out of his bottom until he was relaxed enough for the thick plug their Daddy had chosen for him. And when the cool metal pressed against his exposed hole, he shuddered at the wave of pleasure that crashed over him as Ivy pushed it deeper and deeper inside him. Pleasure that was destined to remain unfulfilled, thanks to the cage keeping his cock soft and pliant.
It was torture, his absolute favorite kind, and he gave himself over to it as the plug slid into place and his hole closed around the narrow neck.
“There we go, baby. You did such a good job for me.” Once again, Ivy’s praise washed over him, helping to settle the racing of his heart. “I’m going to go wash up and then I’ll be back to help you get dressed.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Even though he was pretty sure they were done with all his naughty bits for the time being, he’d learned the hard way not to move out of position until he’d been given permission. So he held himself where he was, his legs spread and his knees as far back as he could manage, despite the growing burn in his thigh muscles.
Soft fingers trailed along the inside of his thigh, and he bit back a whimper as his cock swelled again in the cage. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Like I wish we were all staying home so Ivy could fuck me now.”
Cordelia’s soft, wicked laughter filled the room. “And rob our girl of the joy of knowing you’ll spend the whole night fantasizing about her? Now, where’s the fun in that?”
Crap. He hadn’t even considered that. And now it made sense, why Cordelia had chosen to collar him right before they went their separate ways for the evening. Between the collar, the cage, and the plug, his mind would be on them the entire night, no matter what he was doing.
Not that he ever went more than a couple minutes without thinking about them anyway. But this guaranteed he’d be actively wondering about them all evening, dreaming about what they’d do to him when they finally got him home.
More of that delicious torture he both hated and loved.
Ivy’s footsteps, softer and more hushed than Cordelia’s, probably because she was either barefoot or wearing the ballet flats she preferred, returned to the bedroom. “God, that’s a sight,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Almost enough to tempt me to beg to stay home so we can play with our boy all night.”
Hope welled in his chest, but it was quickly deflated by their Daddy’s chuckle. “Now, now, blossom. You know good things come to those who wait. Help me get our boy dressed for his night with the guys.”
Biting back a disappointed sigh, he let himself be helped to his feet so Ivy could help him into his boxers and then his dress pants. And as she dressed him, her fingers continually brushed over his skin. Far more so than usual, leaving him aching and needy by the time she buttoned the last button on the deep-green dress shirt that matched their clothes.
He knew from months of watching them that Ivy performed much the same service for Cordelia. But somehow, he never felt like he was in charge when Ivy was dressing him or making his coffee or any of the little tasks she liked to do for him during the day. He’d never really been able to put his finger on why, but being taken care of by her made him feel more submissive, not less.
Perhaps because he knew that if Cordelia said so, Ivy’s service would end. It was their Daddy who ultimately held that power, not either of them, and everything Ivy did, she did so with Cordelia’s blessing. He might defer to both of them, but Ivy deferred to Cordelia.
And it was Cordelia now who slid a hand behind his neck, pulling him down for a long, slow kiss.
“Time to go, baby boy.”
Chapter 3
