Page 41 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Cordelia

S he wasn’t really angry. Disappointed, certainly, mostly in Ivy because Jacob was still so new to their dynamic.

But Ivy certainly knew better. And even if she’d just gotten ‘carried away’, she still had no business touching their boy without permission. They’d discussed the rules at length after Jacob had agreed to be theirs, and Ivy had agreed to them.

The real question was why had Ivy broken this particular rule? Was she just feeling bratty? Or was there a deeper reason?

She was sure as hell going to find out.

First, she had to decide how to punish her wayward subs.

Ivy was certainly going to get the worst of it, since she did in fact know better and from what Cordelia had heard so far she appeared to be the instigator.

Once again, she was left lamenting the lack of implements and toys here at the safe house and wishing she’d had the foresight to gather at least a few things when she’d been packing her bags to leave.

But she wasn’t without options, and the coconut oil Ivy had found in the pantry while she’d been hunting up ingredients for their dinner the night before would be perfect for what she had in mind.

“I want both of you to find a corner to stand in. Hands laced behind your heads, feet together. If you are not in that exact position when I return, I will have to get mean. Go.”

Jacob immediately hurried to the closest corner, standing exactly as she’d instructed, his back ramrod straight. Pride welled in her chest at the sight of him standing there.

“He didn’t do anything wrong.” Ivy’s voice was a soft plea, and when Cordelia turned to look at her, that same plea filled her eyes. “He really shouldn’t be punished because I was being a brat.”

“Then you should have thought of that before you involved him in your disobedience.”

Tears filled Ivy’s dark eyes, shimmering on her lashes as her bottom lip trembled. The word disobedience had been a deliberate choice on Cordelia’s part, as she knew exactly how hard it would land. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”

“You can show me how sorry you are by following my instructions. Now , Ivy Mae.”

Something dangerously close to rebellion sparked in her girl’s eyes, but she did as she was told, turning on her heel and marching stiffly to the other open corner in the bedroom.

It was clear from her movements she wasn’t happy about the situation, but as long as she didn’t openly defy her, Cordelia was willing to let some attitude pass.

Trusting they’d stay where she’d put them, she headed downstairs to the kitchen. Merlin was at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading something on his supposedly untraceable phone. He glanced up when she walked in, both eyebrows raising.

“Ivy feeling okay?”

“For the time being.” Without bothering to elaborate, she opened the pantry and scanned the shelves until she found the jar of coconut oil. Jar in hand, she detoured by the stove to grab one of the heavy wooden spoons from the crock on the counter. “If you hear anything alarming… no you didn’t.”

Understanding lit in his eyes and he chuckled. “Noted. Should I grab a couple extra pillows for the chairs in here?”

“Absolutely not. See you around.”

Carrying her prizes with her, she made her way back up the stairs. And was pleased to find her naughty subs both where she’d left them.

Her brain was still busy piecing together exactly how this punishment was going to play out.

While her initial instinct was to punish Ivy and only Ivy, Jacob’s trauma made that…

tricky. It could be triggering for him, if he interpreted it as Ivy being punished in his place, and the last thing she wanted to do was give him any reason to draw parallels between his father and their relationship.

But Ivy did have a greater responsibility, as far as Cordelia was concerned. She’d been Cordelia’s submissive for too long not to know there would be serious consequences for breaking this particular rule. Which meant she deserved a harsher punishment.

When she finally felt like she had a firm grip on how to proceed, Cordelia set the coconut oil and the wooden spoon on Jacob’s bed in clear view.

“All right, my naughty little subbies. Turn around.”

Ivy

Fear, shame, guilt, arousal. Ivy was a mess of emotions as she turned to face her Daddy.

She never should have touched Jacob without Daddy’s permission. And she definitely shouldn’t have let it get so far. Now, instead of having a fun morning exploring each other’s bodies, they were both going to be punished.

What a shitty Domme she made.

Pinning them each with a hard stare, Cordelia pointed to the bed. “Sit.”

Not wanting to risk pissing her Daddy off any more than she already had, Ivy hurried over to sit on the edge of the bed. Which was when she noticed the jar of coconut oil and the wooden spoon sitting in plain view.

What the hell did her Daddy have up her sadistic sleeve?

But again, she didn’t want to make things worse by questioning Cordelia, so she took her seat beside Jacob and met her Daddy’s stony gaze.

“All right.” Folding her arms, Cordelia looked from Ivy to Jacob and back again. “Tell me what happened here, Ivy Mae.”

“It was my fault.” The words spilled out of her, and once she started, she couldn’t seem to stop.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I swear it wasn’t supposed to go that far.

I just wanted to fool around a bit and then I sorta got swept up in it and I wasn’t thinking.

I know that’s no excuse, but I really didn’t mean to. ”

“I believe you, baby.”

Relief washed over her. But it was short-lived.

“Unfortunately, that’s not going to save either of your asses. You both know the rules, you both agreed to the rules. And what are the rules about touching what belongs to your Daddy?”

Heat rushed to Ivy’s cheeks as she risked a glance up at Jacob to find that he was blushing just as furiously.

“We have to ask permission first,” Ivy said softly.

“Right. So why didn’t you?”

Ivy blinked. “I… I don’t know, really.”

“Not good enough, Ivy Mae. This is a rule you and I have had from day one, and you've never once broken it. Why now?”

The reminder that she knew better than to touch what belonged to her Daddy had heat rising to Ivy’s cheeks. “I just wanted to, I guess.”

Cordelia’s eyes flashed with some emotion Ivy couldn’t quite place but that she knew didn’t bode well for her ass. “Something for you and I to discuss after your punishment, then.”

“Please don’t spank Jacob! He was completely innocent in all this. It really was my fault.”

“I won’t be punishing him nearly to the extent I’ll be punishing you, my naughty little girl. But Jacob does know that he needs his Daddy’s permission to touch you or himself, and he sure as hell needs my permission to make you come. Don’t you, Jacob?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought. So here’s what’s going to happen.

” Picking up the jar of oil and the spoon, Cordelia held them up for Ivy and Jacob to see.

“You’re both going to bend over the edge of the bed and I am going to spank both of you with this spoon.

That is your punishment for touching what’s mine without my permission. ”

“What’s the oil for?” Jacob asked.

A cruel smile curved Cordelia’s lips and Ivy’s stomach sank to her knees. “That, my sweet boy, is for Ivy. So you can fuck her naughty little bottom hole on my behalf. By the time I’m finished with the two of you, I want there to be zero questions about who is in charge in this relationship.”