Page 33 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Ivy

S he had wildly misjudged her Daddy’s reaction to this situation.

And really, she only had herself to blame. While Cordelia enjoyed sharing her with others, it was always, always with her approval first. Never just because Ivy got a whim and decided to play with someone else.

It had been the worst kind of misstep to assume Cordelia would feel differently just because Jacob was… well, whatever he was to them. Which was something they’d need to discuss, sooner rather than later at the rate things were going.

But for now, she had a very annoyed, very possessive Daddy to reckon with. Not to mention Jacob and all his sweet, fumbling innocence as he carefully spread her open for Daddy to show him exactly where and how to touch her.

“Put your thumb right there and roll it around a bit. Good boy, but you can press a little harder than that. Our Ivy likes a rough touch, but not all women are the same. You’ll have to get to know them, learn what they like if you want to make them happy.”

Gentle pleasure rolled through her body as he pressed on her clit, softly at first but then with more confidence. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“How does that feel, Ivy Mae? Is our boy doing a good job?”

Our boy . Those two little words filled her with a jealous, possessive sort of need she was very unfamiliar with. Was this how Cordelia felt about her? “Ah, if he could just move his thumb a little lower…”

Jacob did as he was told and Ivy let out a low moan as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. “God, baby boy, just like that. Press a little harder.”

“Does that really feel good?”

“Yes, god yes. Don’t stop.”

Movement caught her eye and she watched as Cordelia shifted to stand behind Jacob. Her bottle-green eyes locked onto Ivy’s as she leaned down, her lips just beside Jacob’s ear.

“Do you see how wet she’s getting Jacob? Our filthy little Ivy loves the way you touch her.”

“Oh.” Eyes wide, full of the wonder of discovery, he inhaled sharply. “Is that what that means?”

“Yes, sweet boy. Would you like to taste her now?”

“Fuck yes.”

Red colored his cheeks, and his head jerked up, almost as if he was shocked to hear those words coming out of his own mouth. “Am I allowed to say that?” he whispered, and Ivy couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was.

“I don’t know, Daddy. Do you think our sweet baby boy should be allowed to cuss?”

“He’s going to have far filthier things in his mouth than a few naughty words in a moment. Ivy, scoot forward a bit so he can taste your delicious little cunt.”

Now it was Ivy’s turn to blush as she wiggled her way forward, her ass hanging just off the edge of the table. “Like this, Daddy?”

“Just like that, baby.”

Relief untied some of the knots in Ivy’s stomach. If Cordelia was calling her ‘baby’ then she wasn’t too mad.

That didn’t mean Ivy wasn’t going to pay, somehow, for what she’d done. But just then she was too focused on the heady rush of being the first woman Jacob would ever touch or taste to worry about it.

“All right, baby boy. Slide your arms beneath her thighs—yes, just like that—and lean in. You can take as much time as you need to figure things out.”

So that was her punishment. Cordelia was just going to let their boy explore instead of guiding him. Which meant plenty of torture for Ivy as she waited for her pleasure.

Sadistic woman.

As Jacob got into position, Cordelia continued issuing instructions in that low voice that never failed to make Ivy’s nervous system go wild. “Listen for those little sounds she makes, pay attention to what makes her pussy clench, what makes her arch up or react in any way. Then do more of that.”

From his place between her thighs, Jacob looked up, his pale eyes full of so many emotions they made her ache.

“It’s all right, honey. Do as Daddy says.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Lowering his head, he gave Ivy’s pussy one small, slow lick and Ivy nearly groaned in frustration. But she wanted to encourage him, not make him feel bad, so she let out a dreamy sigh instead. “Good boy. Don’t forget the?—”

“Hush, Ivy Mae. Let him play.”

Dammit. She’d hoped she’d found a loophole in her punishment, but of course her devious Daddy had thought of everything. “Yes, Ma’am.”

It was, as she’d expected, torture. Not because like some men he simply didn’t know where anything was. But because he did know and he was doing exactly as Cordelia had said, exploring every inch of Ivy’s pussy with that shy, questing tongue.

Then he ran just the tip of his tongue over her clit and the jolt of pleasure surprised a whimper out of her. Between her thighs, Jacob stilled, as if worried he’d done something wrong.

And then he did it again.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that, baby boy.”

Thankfully, Cordelia didn’t seem bothered by her encouragement. Standing just to the side, she watched the scene in front of her unfold with hungry eyes.

Even just a few weeks ago, Ivy wouldn’t have thought that hunger would lead anywhere. But after last night…

Threading one hand in Jacob’s hair, she let her head fall back as she pulled him closer, her needy moans filling the air. “Fuck, Jakey. That feels amazing. You’re doing so good for me, honey.”

Spurred on by her encouragement, he grew bolder, his tongue sliding between her lips, spearing her before gliding up to her clit again. Pleasure coiled inside her with every stroke of his tongue, slowly driving her closer and closer to the edge of that cliff.

And through it all, she praised him. Told him what a good boy he was, how good a job he was doing eating her pussy.

It amused her to realize how much she enjoyed being on both sides of the praise kink coin.

And if Jacob’s enthusiastic response was anything to go by, he obviously enjoyed it, as well.

She was close, so close to that shimmering peak when Jacob jerked his head up. And she nearly screamed with frustration as the pleasure he’d been so sweetly driving her toward fell away.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?”

Cordelia’s concerned tone had Ivy sitting up straight, her eyes flying open to take in his white face and round eyes.

“I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I don’t—I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

Confused, Ivy reached for him, assurances trembling on her tongue when Cordelia spoke again, her voice now laced with wicked amusement rather than worry.

“Oh, Ivy. It looks like our poor baby boy has made a mess all in his pants.”

Jacob

Fear, excitement, shame. So many emotions were swirling inside him it made his head spin as he tried to process them all at once.

Swallowing hard, he looked down at the wet spot spreading across the crotch of his gray sweatpants. His secret shame, on display for everyone to see.

“Poor baby.” Ivy’s voice had taken on a low, crooning sort of tone that only had his face burning hotter as she ran a hand over his hair. “Look at the mess you’ve made, Jakey.”

Before he could apologize again, Cordelia laughed, low and deep. “Can you blame him, blossom? Your pussy is rather delicious.”

“Magic pussy!” By contrast, Ivy’s giggle was high and sweet.

“That it is. And now you’re going to show him how magic your tongue is.”

Her tongue? Jerking his head up, he looked from one gorgeous woman to the other, his brain not quite ready or willing to understand. “What?”

Looking down at him, Cordelia smiled, and there was a hint of something dark he didn't quite understand in that smile. “Don’t worry, baby boy. Ivy’s going to get you all cleaned up. Isn’t that right, blossom?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

And then Ivy was sliding off the table, lowering herself onto her knees in front of him. Reaching for the waistband of his pants as she grinned up at him, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Lift up, honey. I need to get these messy pants off you so we can wash them.”

Wordlessly, he raised up from his seat just enough for her to tug the pants and his underwear down to his knees. More shame crept in, heating his face as he stared down at the beautiful woman in front of him. “I’m sorry. That’s never happened before, not without, um, touching myself.”

Ivy raised a single dark eyebrow, and for a moment she almost looked as fearsome as Cordelia. But then her lips twitched, ruining the effect somewhat. “I thought you told me you’d never made yourself come before, Jacob.”

Uh-oh.

He knew he was in trouble even before Cordelia spoke, her words so silky-smooth they made him tremble. “Is that so? Did you lie to Ivy, boy?”

His breath caught in his chest as his mind scrambled for what to say. He’d already admitted to lying, so there was no point in denying it further. But actually admitting he’d been touching himself, pleasuring himself meant admitting to an even greater sin.

“I-I forgot, Ma’am.”

Slender fingers gripped his hair, pulling his head back with a bite of pain his body somehow confused with pleasure. “You forgot about jerking yourself off? Somehow I find that hard to believe, baby boy.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears he didn’t want to shed clogging his throat. “Please don’t be mad. I won’t ever do it again, I swear.”

“Sweet boy. There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself. You have nothing to apologize for, other than trying to hide it from us.”

“Really?”

“Yes, baby,” Ivy cooed, sliding her hands up his thighs. “Making yourself feel good isn’t wrong. Lying to us, however…”

“I’m sorry. I thought you’d be mad. Or think I was bad.”

Cordelia’s eyes flashed. “You aren’t bad. You might do something naughty, and then we’d have to punish you. But you, baby boy, could never be bad. You hear me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He wasn’t entirely sure he believed them. Somewhere in the back of his mind lurked a lifetime of harsh words. Sinner. Dirty. Evil. All the things he’d been told his entire life he was.

But with them, he didn’t feel any of that. And so he let himself believe, let himself simply sink into the moment, into the two women he was pretty sure he was falling in love with, into their truth even if it wasn’t actually the truth.

And he was rewarded with a dazzling smile from Cordelia as she pulled his head even further back, lowering her lips to hover just over his. “Our sweet, innocent boy,” she murmured into his mouth. “We’re going to ruin you. So you better tell me now if you want me to stop.”

This was it. The crossroads at which he would choose his fate. In one direction lay the only truth he’d ever known. In the other, sin and pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.

“Don’t stop. Please, whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”

“That’s my good boy.”