Page 39 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)
“That’s my good boy. We can go over the rules in more depth and I can write them down for you just like I did for Ivy when we first got together, to help you remember. But the next thing we need to discuss is limits.”
“Limits?”
“Yes. They’re things you don’t want us to do with you or to you.
For instance, one of Ivy’s hard limits is using the silent treatment as punishment.
Which I would never do anyway, but even if I wanted to, she’s set that as a hard limit.
When we get home, we can talk about some of the more…
edgy kinks, but for now we can take things slow.
I assume you’re okay with the spanking I gave you? ”
“More than okay, Ma’am.”
Again, a corner of her mouth shifted up in that smirk he loved. “You do understand if I have to spank you as a punishment, it will hurt a lot more.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” That thought should have worried him. Terrified him, even. But it only made his cock ache for her. For them.
“And sex? Are you okay with Ivy riding that pretty cock until you both come?”
“I think I might die if she doesn’t. But…” He trailed off, uncertain if he should ask the question burning on his tongue.
“Go on, Jakey,” Ivy encouraged softly, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Say what you want to say.”
“Well, it’s just, I was kind of hoping to do, um, that with both of you.”
In an instant, Cordelia’s expression shifted. Closed off completely. “I’m sorry, baby, but no.”
“No?”
If he hadn’t been so completely consumed by her, he might have missed the way her hands trembled before she squeezed them together on top of the table.
“No. That’s one of my limits. You don’t touch me.
That may change, as we get to know each other.
But for right now, it’s hands off for you.
I will spank you, hold you, possibly even pleasure you with my hand or mouth, but everything else is off the table. ”
“Oh.” Disappointment welled inside him. All this time, he’d been dreaming of both of them, of losing himself in all of Cordelia’s soft curves. “Do you mean like… at all? I can’t hug you or anything?”
“Hugs are fine. So is kissing. But everything else, the things you do with Ivy… I can’t give you that. Not right now, and maybe not ever. I understand if that’s a deal breaker for you.”
“It’s not. But can I ask why?”
Again she squeezed her hands together on the table, though her face remained carefully blank. “For simplicity's sake, I’ve always referred to myself as a stone top. Or a touch-me-not. Basically, I give pleasure, but I don’t receive it.”
“Ever?”
“For some stone tops, yes. It’s simply the way they are, the way they prefer to engage with their partners. For them, it’s their identity, what they feel most comfortable with. But for me…”
She paused, and for just a moment a bit of what she must have been feeling showed on her face before she shut it down again.
“For me it’s… a bit more complicated. My reluctance to allow anyone to touch me is tied to my past. I have allowed Ivy to pleasure me, but that’s been a very recent development in our relationship, one that’s taken us years to reach.
So I don’t want you to be disappointed if it takes me some time to melt, as we say, or if it never happens at all.
I want to be honest with you, baby, so you know exactly what you’re getting with me. ”
There was more there. More she wasn’t telling him, but some instinct he wasn’t even aware of possessing told him it wasn’t the right time to ask. “I want to be with you, even if it means I can’t be with you that way.”
“That makes me very happy to hear, baby boy. But you’ll let me know if that changes.”
“What about Ivy? What are her limits?”
“Our boy is such a quick learner, isn’t he, Daddy?” There was so much pride in Ivy’s voice, he couldn’t help but let it well in his own chest. “Most of my limits have to do with punishments. As long as you’re not planning to pee on my face, we should be good.”
“Eww, of course not. Why would I do that?”
He’d thought she was joking, but when Cordelia spoke, drawing his attention back to her, her tone had taken on that steeliness he was starting to think of as her ‘Daddy’ voice.
“There are lots of kinks in the world, Jacob. And some or most of them may not be to your taste. But one of our big rules is no kink-shaming, especially when we’re at the club or with other people in the lifestyle.
If you have questions about a kink, you may ask me in private.
But if I ever catch wind of you making someone else feel bad about their kinks, we will be having a very long discussion about it. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”
Her expression softened. “I know, baby. And I know I’m being a hardass about it, but this is a very important rule in our circles. I know you would never intentionally make anyone feel bad.”
“I wouldn’t. Not on purpose.”
“I know. If it ever does happen, we’ll talk about it, figure out where things went wrong before deciding if it’s a punishable offense. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good boy. Now.” Her grin shifted, taking on a wicked edge that had Ivy sitting up straighter on his lap. “I believe we have an anatomy lesson to finish.”