Page 4 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Thank you for listening, baby. I want you on your back on your bed, your knees up and as far apart as you can manage.”
His nose wrinkled slightly, the way it always did when he was given an order he didn’t particularly want to follow. But he didn’t argue, and he rose to his feet to arrange himself as requested. The position put all of his most vulnerable parts on display for them, and she knew it was the one he found the most humiliating.
Which was exactly why she’d chosen it.
“All right, Ivy-baby.” Pulling his cage from one pocket and a plug from the other, she handed both off to her girl. “Time to get our boy ready for his night out.”
Ivy
* * *
It took every ounce of self-control she had not to squeal like an over-excited Little at her Daddy’s instruction. She’d been waiting ages for the chance to fuck their baby boy’s ass, and now she was finally getting it.
Taking the cage and plug from her Daddy’s outstretched hands, she placed them both on Jacob’s stomach before reaching for the bottle of lubricant they kept on his nightstand.
“Colorado, Denver. Connecticut, Hartford. Delaware, Dover.”
Giggling at his muttered recitation of the states and their capitals, she popped open the lid on the lube and poured a generous helping over his cock and balls. “Trying to distract yourself, baby boy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
His voice was strangled with need, sending power pumping through her veins. Before him, she’d never wanted to top anyone. But Jacob was different.
Jacob was hers.
“Poor baby.” She let her voice drop to the overly sweet coo she so loved using with him. And just as she’d anticipated, the blush on his cheeks brightened even more than before, spreading down his neck to his bare chest as she took her time spreading the slick lube over his most sensitive parts. “It must be so hard to keep yourself nice and soft for your cage when I’ve got my hands on you.”
A quiet whine filled the room, and she grinned as she cupped his balls, giving them a hard squeeze. Glancing over her shoulder, she met Cordelia’s amused gaze. “What do you think, Daddy? Did I do a good enough job getting our boy nice and lubed up?”
“Hmm.” Stepping forward, Cordelia made a show of inspecting the semi-erect cock in front of them. She reached out, running just the tip of her finger over his cock, making it twitch and jump and swell in response. “Very good, blossom. You remember how to put the cage on?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Wrapping her hand around their boy’s cock, Cordelia gave it a gentle tug. “Be a good boy for our Ivy and lie still while she locks that pretty cock up, Jacob.”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.” Dragging in a deep breath, he blew it out slowly and took up his recitation again. “Florida… Florida… Dammit.”
She couldn’t help but giggle again at how frustrated he sounded. “Tallahassee, baby.”
Cupping his balls, she pressed the metal ring against his skin and gently tugged the first testicle through, then the other while he continued on.
“Georgia, Atlanta. Hawaii, Honolulu. Idaho…”
With both balls firmly pulled through the ring, she pushed on his cock, forcing it under the curved metal. All while Jacob made his way through the list she’d been teaching him for the past few weeks. He stumbled again on Kentucky, and this time Cordelia helped him with the answer while Ivy slid the sleek cage, shaped just like his own mostly flaccid penis, over his cock and locked it in place.
Bending down, she pressed a kiss to his encased cock. “Such a good boy. How does that feel?”
“Good, Ma’am. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Perfect.” Picking up the bottle of lube once more, she coated her fingers. “Now time for your plug.”
Jacob
* * *
He bit back a groan as Ivy ran her lube-coated fingers between his cheeks, teasing his forbidden hole. At least, it had been forbidden, until they’d gotten their hands on him. Over the past few months, his women had played with that particular part of his anatomy in more ways than he’d known existed.
Like now, with Ivy rubbing her fingertips over the opening, coaxing him to relax and let her in. It always took him a little while to do so, even with all the attention they focused on that hole. Some part of his brain still rebelled at the thought, and tonight was no different.
