Page 3 of Big Daddy Christmas
His money was on the latter.
“Yes, baby, a present.” Cordelia brushed a thumb over his lip, and his heart trembled at the unexpectedly sweet gesture. “It’s something we’ve been talking about for a while. Ivy?”
Though Cordelia held his head still, his gaze slid to Ivy as she reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled something free. Grinning widely, she let the chain dangle from her fingers. A round disk swung in front of his face and once again his breath caught in his chest as the silver medallion glinted under the lights.
“Jacob Aaron Redding.” Ivy’s soft voice rang with conviction as she held the chain up for Cordelia to unlock the clasp with a small key. “This collar is an outward sign of our love and protection, visible for the world to see. Do you accept it?”
“Really?” He could barely whisper the word past the sudden tightness in his throat. “You really want me to wear your collar?”
They’d talked about it. Discussed what it would mean, the kind of commitment wearing their collar would entail. And although he’d been adamant he understood and that he desperately wanted to wear it, he’d begun to wonder if it was ever going to happen. Cordelia, especially, had seemed to be holding back, telling him there was no rush, that he needed to be absolutely sure of himself before taking such an important step.
But now she simply smiled down at him, love shining from her emerald eyes. “Nothing would make us happier, baby boy.” Releasing her grip on his chin, she took the chain from Ivy’s hands and passed her the key, holding the collar up for him to see. On one side of the medallion was an engraved ‘C’, and on the other side an ‘I’. Their initials, their claim, around his neck. “I thought about waiting for Christmas Day, since that’s when Ivy got hers. But I rather enjoy the idea of laying claim to you the night before two of our closest friends say their own vows. It feels… poetic, I suppose. So, what do you say? Do you accept our collar, baby?”
Maybe if they hadn’t talked it to death for the past few months he’d feel more nervous about taking such a big step. But as it was, all he felt was joy. There were few things he was absolutely certain of anymore, but his love for the two women standing in front of him was one of the few things he’d ever had reason to doubt.
“Yes. Absolutely, yes, I accept your collar.”
Chapter 2
Cordelia
Their sweet, beautiful baby boy. Bending down, she hooked the necklace around his throat, clasping it behind his neck as he watched her with those wide, gray eyes. “Ivy?”
Stepping up beside them, Ivy dangled the key in front of him. “You won’t be able to take this off without one of us unlocking it for you. Daddy will keep the key on her at all times. Every morning you will kneel with me so she can put your collar on, and every night you will kneel with me so she can remove it. But this first time, we wanted it to be both of us. Because you belong to both of us, just as we belong to you.”
With that, Ivy slid the key into the locking clasp and turned it. Binding their boy to them as permanently as if they’d slipped a wedding band on his finger.
Once the necklace was locked in place, Cordelia cupped his face in her hands and brushed a gentle kiss over his lips. Love welled in her chest. The kind she’d never expected to feel for any man, nonetheless the grandson of the man she’d been forced to marry as a child. And as it often did, that love threatened to send her to her knees with the strength of it.
“You are mine, Jacob Aaron,” she murmured against his lips. “Mine and Ivy’s. And we are yours. For as long as you choose to wear our collar.”
Straightening up, she took a step back and looked over his head to meet Ivy’s shimmering gaze. Tears of happiness glimmered on her girl’s lashes, and she knew without a doubt they’d made the right decision.
And she still had one more surprise in store for her pretty little subbies.
“You are both restricted to two drinks tonight, and no alcohol whatsoever after ten, regardless of whether or not you’ve had your second drink. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” they replied in unison, and that love she’d felt when she put her boy’s collar around his neck threatened to choke her.
“Good.” She let her lips curve, let them get a glimpse of the wickedness lurking behind her order. “I want both of you to have a clear head the first time Ivy takes our boy’s ass.”
As she’d expected, her pronouncement earned her matching wide-eyed stares.
Up until now, she’d been the only one allowed to peg Jacob. Partially because Ivy was so new to being a top, and she wanted to be absolutely sure her girl had all the knowledge and experience she needed before she took that step.
But mostly because she enjoyed the control. Enjoyed knowing that every bit of their pleasure belonged to her, even when they were alone. So she’d made them wait, dragged out the anticipation until the exact right moment.
And what better time than the night they finally collared their boy?
“Really?” Excitement lit Ivy’s eyes and she bounced on her toes behind Jacob. “You’re finally letting me be in charge?”
Cordelia raised a brow. “I didn’t say that, blossom. Daddy will still be in charge. But yes, I am letting you take the lead with our boy tonight. Starting now, actually. I want our baby boy’s cock locked up tight so he’s not tempted to break our most important rule while he’s out with the guys.”
Not that Jacob would, even if they didn’t put him in chastity. For the most part, he was a good boy, and even when he was being a brat, he rarely broke the rule about touching himself without permission. On the rare occasion that did happen, it was an honest mistake on his part, a result of being denied longer than he could handle. But as she’d hoped, a blush rose to their boy’s cheeks at the implication he couldn’t control himself and he ducked his head to try and hide.
“None of that. Eyes on me, Jacob.” She snapped out the order, not in anger, but in a firm enough voice for him to know she wasn’t happy he’d tried to hide his shame from her.
As a result, his cheeks were an even brighter red when he lifted his gaze to hers again. “Sorry, Ma’am.”
