Page 32 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Jacob

“ M orning, Jakey!”

Ivy bounced into the kitchen—literally—with a wide smile on her face. There was something… different about her, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

“Morning. I, um, was going to start breakfast but I wasn’t exactly sure what to make.”

Beaming at him, she cupped his face in her small hands. “You are so stinking cute. Come on, I’ll show you how to make Cordelia’s favorite pancakes.”

The prospect of doing something Cordelia would enjoy overshadowed any reservations he might have had about learning to cook.

So he listened intently as Ivy walked him through each step, from measuring the ingredients to mixing and even through the somewhat befuddling concept of the first pancake always being wrong.

He was watching over their third pancake, the first one Ivy had let him try himself, when Cordelia stepped into the kitchen. “Pancakes?” Her voice was higher than usual, her excitement winding around him like a warm hug.

“Yup!” Ivy said from beside him. “And Jakey helped!”

Stepping up behind him, Cordelia peered around him, her voice dropping to a low purr that had his forbidden parts twitching in his pants. “Good job, baby boy.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Good boy, accepting that compliment.” Turning away from him, she pulled Ivy into her arms, dipping her head to brush a kiss over her lips and he tried his best to ignore the little flash of jealousy at the easy affection they shared. “What else is on the agenda for today, Ivy Mae?”

“I was thinking we might go outside for school today. It’s a pretty day and I was hoping maybe we could find some bugs or something to talk about.

” There was such hope in her voice, it had his own chest welling with excitement at the prospect of leaving the house, even if it was just to go a few feet outside.

“Sorry, blossom. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Glancing over, he watched as Ivy deflated, her shoulders hunching forward and her bottom lip pushing out in a pout. “But why? We’re out here in the middle of nowhere. Nobody is going to see us.”

“Maybe. But that’s not a risk I’m willing to take. Not with Jacob and certainly not with you.”

“But Daddy?—”

“The answer is no, Ivy Mae.”

For a moment, he thought she was going to argue. Her face screwed up a bit, and she looked exactly like little Sarabeth when she was on the verge of a tantrum.

But then she sighed, and though she looked so sad it broke his heart to see it, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

Cupping Ivy’s face in her hand, Cordelia brushed another kiss over her pouty lips. “That’s my good girl.”

Pink flooded Ivy’s cheeks and when she turned to face him, she didn’t look quite so sad. “I think that pancake is about ready to flip, Jakey. Do you remember how?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Picking up the spatula, he carefully slid it beneath the bubbling pancake and in one less-than-fluid motion managed to flip it over.

“Good job! I’m going to take these to Dee and you can have the next few.”

“Thanks, Ivy. This is kinda fun.”

Her entire face seemed to light up at that. “Really?”

“Yeah. I appreciate you teaching me.”

“You’re so sweet I swear you’re going to give me a cavity,” she said with a giggle as she picked up the plate of pancakes and carried them over to the kitchen table.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Cordelia snag her around the waist, pulling Ivy onto her lap as she let out a screeching laugh of protest.

“Dee! Let me go, I have to make sure Jacob doesn’t burn the pancakes!”

“You said yourself he was doing a great job. He’ll be fine for a few minutes.”

Wrapping Ivy’s ponytail around her hand, Cordelia forced her girl’s head back as she leaned in, claiming her lips in a kiss so thorough he swore he could feel it. By the time she let Ivy up to come help him with the rest of the pancakes, Ivy’s eyes were glazed and her cheeks flush with pleasure.

What would it be like to kiss one of them? Both of them? Imagining the feel of their soft lips on his kept him occupied all through breakfast, after which Cordelia dismissed them to the dining room for their first lesson of the day.

But he couldn’t concentrate. Not when his mind was so full of all the other things he so badly wanted them to teach him.

“Jacob. Earth to Jacob.”

Ivy’s hand waving in front of his face jolted him out of his daydream. “Sorry. Sorry. I was… distracted.”

“I can tell.” Her dry response was accompanied by a grin. “Whatcha thinkin’ bout?”

“Nothing.” But his cheeks heated as he thought of telling her the truth.

“That doesn't look like ‘nothing’.” Tilting her head to the side, she studied him with those deep, dark eyes. “I wanna know what put that adorable blush on your cheeks.”

“Nothing, really. We should get back to work before Cordelia gets mad.”

“You let me worry about my Daddy and you worry about being honest with me.”

There was a hint of command in her tone, not quite as strong as he was used to hearing from Cordelia, but enough to tap into that part of him that wanted so badly to please them. “It’s embarrassing. And wrong.”

“Ahh. Sex, then.”

His face, somehow, got even hotter at her blunt response. “Sort of. I mean, I guess it was more like the stuff that leads up to… that.”

Eyes narrowing slightly, she watched him, letting the silence between them stretch for several long moments until?—

“All right. New lesson plan.”

Slamming his book shut, she set it off to the side along with the papers she’d wheedled Kestrel into printing out for them from the computer only he and Merlin had access to.

“What are you…”

But the rest of the question died on his tongue when she reached for the hem of her t-shirt and whipped it off, revealing her small, pert breasts encased in pretty pink lace.

And when she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, leaving her standing there in only a matching bra and panty set, he nearly swallowed his own tongue.

“We’re going to learn something very, very important today, Jakey.”

“Wh-what’s that, Ma’am?”

Freeing her breasts from the pink lace covering them, she tossed her bra to the side and grinned. “Human anatomy.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Last went the matching underwear, and then she was completely, gloriously, sinfully naked in front of him.

Placing her hands on the table, she vaulted herself up to sit on the edge, her legs spread wide to reveal that part of herself he had no name for but he knew was where a man put his parts to make a baby.

There was a thin strip of hair above her otherwise bare lips and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight.

Did the hair grow like that? Did she shave down there like his mothers and older sisters shaved their legs? If so, why leave that little bit of hair behind?

“This”—she gestured to the place between her thighs—“is a vagina. Well, technically just the inside part is the vagina but most people use the term to talk about the whole thing.”

“And is that… you know. Where babies go?”

Her high-pitched giggle had embarrassment rushing back to his cheeks. “Sometimes, if you’re into that kind of thing. Dee and I don’t really want kids, at least not right now, so no babies for us.”

Okay, that didn’t make any sense. “How would you have babies? Don’t you need a man for that?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” she said with a sigh. “There are places you can go for the baby batter in lieu of a man, but that’s not what we’re talking about today. We can get into the baby stuff later if you’re really interested. Today, we’re talking about sex.”

“But isn’t sex for making babies?”

“Oh, my sweet baby boy. Babies can come from sex, yes. But sex is about so much more than just making babies.”

“Like what?”

“Like pleasure. Have you ever given yourself pleasure before, Jakey? You know… down there?”

“No. Of course not.”

Liar .

Ivy frowned slightly, and he got the distinct impression she saw right through his lies. “Never? You’ve never touched your own cock?”

“Is that what it’s called?” He’d never heard that word before, but it made him feel… weird. Naughty, but in a way that felt kind of powerful.

“Yes, Jakey. It’s called your cock. And this is a pussy.”

“Pu-ss-y.” He dragged the syllables out, rolling them around in his mouth. Just like ‘cock’, it felt wrong but exciting at the same time.

“Good job!” With that same beaming smile she used every time he got something right in their studies, Ivy nodded.

Sliding her hand between her thighs, she used her fingers to spread open her pussy.

“These here, these lips? They’re called the labia, but for our purposes it’s all just the pussy.

Or you can call them the pussy lips, if you want to be more specific. ”

With his embarrassment giving away to excitement, he leaned forward, inhaling the spicy scent of her as he studied her pussy lips. But before he could ask any further questions, a calm, serious voice interrupted them.

“What, exactly, do you two think you’re doing?”

Cordelia

Of all the things she’d expected to find when she came to check on her charges, a naked Ivy spreading her legs for a very eager Jacob was certainly not one of them.

And while Jacob jerked away, his eyes round in his suddenly pale face, Ivy just grinned. “Anatomy lesson. Jakey doesn’t really know anything about sex so I figured it was time for him to learn.”

“I see.” It made sense, in a very Ivy sort of way.

And she wasn’t even mad about it, not really, but she also wasn’t going to let her babygirl get away with not asking permission before playing with someone else.

“So you thought it would be a good idea to strip naked and show him what he’s been missing out on firsthand? ”

The steel in her tone must have finally landed, because now it was Ivy’s eyes going wide. “Umm…”

“Let me rephrase that.” With slow, deliberate steps, Cordelia approached the table, reaching out to grip Ivy’s face in her hand. “You thought it would be a good idea to show someone my pussy without my permission, little girl?”

“I, um, didn’t really think about it that way. Ma’am.”

No way in hell was her babygirl getting away with anything less than her proper title just then. “Oh, no you don’t. Who am I, Ivy Mae?”

Eyes somehow widening even further, Ivy sucked in a breath. “D-Daddy.”

“And does my little girl play with others without her Daddy’s permission?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, baby.” The too-sweet tone she used had Ivy’s breath stuttering. “And as it happens, I think giving Jacob a lesson in sex is an excellent idea.”

“You do?” her naughty girl asked in unison with Jacob, twin looks of surprise on their faces.

“I do. After all, if we’re going to send him out into this big, brave world, he needs to know how to pleasure a woman. No sense in letting him embarrass himself when he has such a willing teacher.”

“Um, no, I guess not,” Ivy squeaked out.

“How far did you get in your lessons, Ivy Mae?”

Worry flickered in Ivy’s eyes as she nibbled at her bottom lip. “N-not very far, Daddy. I showed him my pussy and I was just explaining the different parts.”

“Did you get to your clit yet?”

An adorable pink flush crept into her cheeks. “No, Daddy.”

“Good. Palms on the table, Ivy Mae. I think it’s time for Jacob to get a more hands-on education.”

Whimpering softly, Ivy did as she was told, leaning back on her hands so her pretty little breasts jutted out toward their boy who was watching the whole thing with a kind of wide-eyed wonder that was far cuter than it had any right to be.

“Before we begin, Jacob, I want to remind you that you can still use your safewords if you need them. If anything I ask is too far out of your comfort zone, or you just need to stop for any reason, say ‘Red’ and everything stops. Understood?”

Jacob’s eyes widened slightly, an intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement swirling in the pale gray. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Not right now, baby. But even if you’re not in pain, you can still use your safewords. Isn’t that right, Ivy Mae?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve used mine before when I was upset and not in the right headspace. There are lots of reasons to use your safeword.”

He gave a slow nod of understanding. “Okay. I will.”

“Good boy. Now, what have you learned so far?”

His gaze flicked between her and Ivy before he swallowed hard and pointed to Ivy’s nearly bare mound. “Th-that’s called a pussy, Ma’am.”

“Very good. Where are her pussy lips?”

He gestured again, and Cordelia slowly raised an eyebrow. “I said this was going to be a hands-on lesson, boy. Spread her lips for me so I know you understand what I’m talking about.”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

Swallowing again, he rubbed his palms on his pants before reaching for Ivy and using his thumbs to gently spread her lips. “These, Ma’am?”

“Good boy. Push them apart a little farther.” When he did as he was told, she rewarded him by running her hand over his hair. “Perfect. Now, you see that little sort of nub at the very top there?”

Leaning in, she brushed her thumb ever so gently over Ivy’s slightly swollen clit, earning her another of those soft little whimpers from her girl. “This is her clitoris, or her clit. And this is just one way to make a woman come.”

“Come, Ma’am?”

“Orgasm, sweet boy. Women get an immense amount of pleasure from this little nub. And now you’re going to learn exactly how to make that happen.”