Page 38 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Jacob

“ A ll right, so the other thing we need to discuss is… this.” Cordelia waved a hand between them, seemingly encompassing him and Ivy.

An invisible band tightened around his chest. “What about this?”

“Nothing bad, baby boy,” she assured him with a smile. “We just need to talk about what we all want from this relationship.”

“I want you. And Ivy.” It was that simple, even if his brain was trying to make it more complicated. “I-I know that’s probably wrong, but?—”

Holding up a hand, Cordelia cut off his spiral mid-sentence. “What did I tell you upstairs, Jacob?”

It took him a moment to run through their earlier conversation and pin down what she meant. “Love is never wrong?”

“That’s the one. As it happens, Ivy and I enjoy playing with others. We’ve never really discussed bringing a third into our relationship on a more permanent basis, though, so that’s going to take some navigating.”

“Oh.” A new kind of guilt settled in his stomach. “I don’t want to cause any problems with your relationship.”

Sitting up on his lap, Ivy pinned him with a stern look that was almost as impressive as Cordelia’s. “Did we say you were causing problems, Jacob?”

“No, but?—”

“Then don’t put words in our mouth, boy.” Though Cordelia’s words were like steel, there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “Opening our relationship to you isn’t a hardship. I’m sure there will be some stumbling along the way, but we’ll talk through it and figure it out. Together.”

He wanted to argue. To point out all the reasons it was wrong, all the reasons he was wrong for wanting them. But one look in Cordelia’s eyes was all it took to banish the urge. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. As it happens, we’re all on the same page. You want us, we want you. But there are rules.”

“Rules, Ma’am?”

That hint of a smile widened, took on a sharp edge that had his stomach clenching in a not altogether unpleasant way. “Oh, yes, baby boy. Rules. You’ll learn I love rules.”

“She really does,” Ivy said with a giggle.

“First things first, your pleasure, just like Ivy’s, belongs to me. That means you keep your hands off that pretty cock of yours unless I specifically give you permission. Understood?”

“I-I think so, Ma’am.”

One pale eyebrow rose, and he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. “Is there any part of that rule you don’t understand?”

“No, Ma’am. It’s more… I’ve always tried not to do… that , but sometimes I can’t help myself.”

“Oh, sweet boy. One of the most important things I want you to understand about these rules is that breaking them isn’t the end of the world.”

“But… won’t you be mad?”

Tilting her head to the side, she seemed to give the question serious consideration. “It depends on the rule,” she said slowly. “And more importantly, the reason it was broken. If it was just a momentary slip, I’ll be somewhat disappointed but not angry.”

Disappointed . The word sat heavy in his gut, and he had the fleeting thought he’d rather have her furious than disappointed.

“However, if you intentionally break a rule because you simply want to or you’re trying to get my attention or you’re feeling rebellious for whatever reason, that’s an entirely different story.

There will be punishments either way, but the severity depends largely on the ‘why’ behind the infraction. Does that make sense?”

“Not really. If it’s wrong, it’s wrong. What does it matter why you did something?”

“May I, Ma’am?” Ivy asked softly from her perch on his lap.

“Yes, blossom. Explain away.”

Shifting, she looked up at him, and the band around his chest loosened at the understanding in those deep, dark depths.

“It’s human nature to mess up sometimes, Jakey.

To forget a rule until it’s too late, or to give into temptation.

Nobody is going to be mad at you for being human.

But choosing disobedience… That’s like telling us that you don’t think the rules are important.

And maybe they don’t feel important in the moment, but every rule we have is either for your own well-being, or it’s meant to strengthen our relationship. ”

“Which is this one?”

“The latter,” she said with a smile. “Knowing that my pleasure belongs to Cordelia and Cordelia alone adds another layer to our dynamic. I enjoy feeling owned, and she enjoys owning me. So even though it’s hard sometimes, I want to please her, so I obey.

She knows that if I break a rule on purpose, it’s because I’m feeling very out of sorts or there’s something seriously wrong. ”

“Or you’re just feeling bratty.” Cordelia’s tone took on a teasing edge as she grinned.

“Which is perfectly okay, as long as you’re willing to accept the consequences for said brattiness.

But there are certain rules I won’t allow you to break just because you’re feeling bratty.

Usually rules around your own safety, like making sure you eat, drink enough water, and wear your seatbelt.

Ivy can tell you that you absolutely do not want to break a safety rule. Isn’t that right, blossom?”

Ivy’s cheeks turned such a bright red they could probably light the room if they turned the lights off.

“Yes, Daddy. Um, breaking a health or safety rule is definitely a big no-no. The one and only time I intentionally broke one I got a really hard spanking and a week of no orgasms. It was the worst .”

“But you never did it again, did you, baby?”

“No, Daddy.”

His head felt too full, like they’d shoved so much information in it he couldn’t quite contain it all. “So some rules are okay to break but others aren’t? Then what’s the point of having rules at all?”

“Bratting is… hmmm.” Leaning back in her chair, Cordelia frowned as her fingertips tapped against the wood of the table.

“I don’t actually know how to explain it to someone so new.

But do you remember the first time you went to the club, when Braden was showing you around and explaining how everything needed to be cleaned? ”

“Yeah.”

“And Ivy was teasing me, so I threatened to spank her?”

“I remember. I was so worried for her I jumped right between you two.”

“My big, brave boy,” Ivy cooed, snuggling up against him again. Warmth that was both pleasure and embarrassment washed over him at her praise.

“Don’t encourage him.” Unlike Ivy’s overly sweet tone, Cordelia’s was dry. “If he gets between us now, he’s just going to get himself in trouble right along with you. Which is something you both want to keep in mind. I won’t have either of you interfering with the other’s punishments. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” they chorused together.

“Good. Now, as I was saying. That was Ivy being a brat. I told her to stop, and she didn’t listen.

She did get her bottom spanked good and proper for it when we got home, but remember how we talked about ‘funishments’ before?

It’s a punishment, and it hurts, but it’s more playful.

It’s not actually meant to correct her behavior, it’s just meant to fill a need in both of us. ”

“A need for… punishment? Why would anyone need to be punished?” Or to punish someone else, for that matter. Both options felt wrong, but also so right at the same time.

He’d never felt more confused in his life.

“Do you remember how it felt after Cordelia spanked you?” Ivy asked. “How you felt so relaxed and happy?”

“I do.”

“That’s why. Sometimes I want that, and I know Cordelia enjoys it when I’m a little bratty. So I’ll act out a bit, just enough to earn the fun kind of spanking, and it helps us both work off some stress.”

The confusion he was feeling must have been written on his face, because Cordelia reached over again to give his hand another hard squeeze.

“You don't have to understand it all right now, baby boy. Right now, we’re just talking about what our relationship will look like. What kind of rules I’ll have for both of you, what kind of expectations there will be.

What you need from me. That kind of thing.

There will be plenty of time for you to explore what kind of submissive you are.

If you don’t enjoy being a brat, that’s okay.

If you want to be the brattiest little boy ever, that’s okay too.

Kink, as we often say, is completely customizable.

We’ll build a dynamic that works for us. ”

“Okay.” Nodding slowly, he blew out a deep breath. He didn’t have to have all the answers right away, which was an oddly freeing concept. “Um, so, if I’m yours the way Ivy is yours, do I call you… Daddy?”

Her entire face lit up, and he knew then and there he’d walk barefoot across hot coals every day for the rest of his life to see that smile. But she didn’t respond immediately, instead looking over at Ivy. “Is that something you’d be okay with, blossom? Our baby boy calling me Daddy?”

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Ivy shifted her gaze between them.

“I think so. Yeah.” Sounding more confident now, Ivy nodded.

“If it was just a casual play partner, definitely not. But Jacob’s right.

He’s yours, the same way I’m yours. And there’s no denying you’re our Daddy, whether he calls you that or not. ”

“Okay, then. Yes, Jacob, you may call me Daddy if you want. But Ma’am is also perfectly fine if you’re more comfortable with that.

” Tilting her head to the side, she watched him with those eyes that seemed to see straight to his very soul.

“Would you feel comfortable with me referring to myself as your Daddy? Both at home and in front of our friends at the club?”

It still felt a little weird, thinking of a woman as ‘Daddy’. But there was something about it that felt like a claiming, and he couldn’t deny he very much wanted to be claimed by her in every possible way. “I think so.”

“If that changes, or if you just realize it’s not as comfortable as you thought it would be, tell me. This doesn’t work unless we’re all completely honest with each other. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”