Page 42 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Jacob

H e wanted her to what ?

Eyes wide, Jacob looked from the jar in Cordelia’s hand to her face, his mind scrambling to process what she’d just said. “I can’t do that.”

As soon as the words slipped out, he regretted them. There was nothing he wanted more than to please Cordelia, and telling her he couldn’t or wouldn’t do something was definitely not going to please her.

But instead of getting angry, everything about the woman in front of him softened. “If you really don’t think you can, then that’s okay, baby boy. You always have your safewords, remember? Nobody is going to force you to do something if you truly can’t handle it.”

Just the reminder was enough to have some of the knots in his stomach unraveling. “Yes, Ma’am. I remember.”

Her eyes lit with pride, unraveling more of those knots. “Good boy. Now, let’s talk about the scene I just laid out. Why do you think you can’t do it?”

Heat rushed to his face. “It’s wrong. That’s not how… that works.”

“Ah.” Her smile changed again, this time to one of understanding. “I see. What if I told you people do it all the time? That it’s not nearly as wrong as you think?”

“They do?”

“Mmhmm. Normally, I would just use one of Ivy’s toys on her, but since we aren’t home… well, you’re the only toy I have at my disposal. But if you really don’t want to, I’ll find another way to punish my naughty girl.”

Despite his knee-jerk reaction, his cock was still hard as a rock. And the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he was by the idea, though there was still a part of his brain that insisted it was wrong. Sinful. Immoral.

But that part of his brain had been saying nearly everything they’d done together was sinful or wrong. And he was struggling more and more to believe that anything that made them all so happy could really be as wrong as he’d been raised to believe.

There was one issue, however, he was still hung up on. “Will it hurt Ivy?”

“My sweet boy.” Climbing up into his lap, Ivy snuggled against him. “I love the way you always think about us, and that you want to protect me. Yes, it will hurt. But I like it when it hurts, remember?”

“You don’t like being punished.”

Her nose wrinkled. “No, I don’t. But I earned this. And I’ll feel lots better after it’s over.”

Right. He knew that about her. Not only because she’d told him, but because he’d watched it play out right in front of him. He could swear he’d seen the weight lift from her after her spanking with the hairbrush.

If hurting her meant helping her… then he could do that. He could.

Dragging in a deep breath, he met Cordelia’s patient gaze. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure? If you have any doubts at all, we can wait and talk about it later.”

“I’m sure, Ma’am.” He did still have some doubts, mostly about how it was supposed to work. After all, wasn’t that hole rather tiny? Especially compared to his cock?

But if they said it would work, then he trusted them. Just like everything they’d done together so far, he trusted they would explain the process to him, that they would walk him through it step by step.

That knowledge, that trust settled him.

At least for a moment.

Cordelia narrowed her eyes slightly, and he was left with the very uncomfortable feeling that she could see straight through him.

“All right, then. But I expect you to use your safeword if that changes at any point. Even if you’re buried balls deep in Ivy’s ass, you have the right to revoke your consent. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now, my naughty little subs. Clothes off, and then I want you both bent over that bed with your bottoms nice and high so Daddy can give you the spanking you earned for breaking our rule about playing without permission.”

He clung to the trust he had in them as he and Ivy both rose from the bed and stripped out of their pajamas.

Side by side, they bent over the edge of the bed, and he was reminded once again of how tiny Ivy really was.

Where he had to bend down to rest his arms on the bed, she had to stand on her tiptoes to achieve the same position.

Short, trimmed nails ran over the skin of his bottom, making him jump at the unexpected touch.

But after that initial shock, it was almost soothing, the way she’d draw those little patterns over his skin.

She’d done the same before the first spanking she’d given him, and the familiarity of it settled him again.

“Since the spoon is rather light and this is a punishment, there will be no warm-up with my hand. I want to ensure this is a spanking you both remember for the rest of the day.”

With that, her hand moved away from his backside and a moment later came the sharp crack of wood meeting skin. But it wasn’t followed by the sting he’d expected, rather by the sound of Ivy’s high-pitched yelp.

His heart twisted painfully in his chest, and he had to resist the urge welling up inside him to interfere, to protect. Instead, he clung to his trust in them, and stayed still, stayed silent.

Four more times the spoon connected with Ivy’s bottom, and four more times she yelped and wiggled in response.

And then it was his turn.

The first snap of wood against his exposed skin was sharper than he expected it to be and it left behind a burn that had him hissing out a breath.

Something small and warm pressed on his hand, and he looked down to see Ivy’s hand on his, a small act of reassurance that immediately calmed his jumping nerves.

Just like Ivy had, he received four more of those sharp, stinging swats before Cordelia shifted her attention back to Ivy. Again she yelped and danced with each one as another five were delivered to her bare bottom.

Cordelia repeated the pattern, five for Ivy, five for him, several times before pausing to run her hand over their heated flesh. “You both look so pretty in pink. I hope you’re learning your lesson about touching what’s mine without permission.”

His “Yes, Ma’am” mixed with Ivy’s sniffled “Yes, Daddy” and Cordelia chuckled softly behind them.

“Good. Now that I’ve got you both nice and warmed up…”

Beside him, Ivy let out a loud cry that nearly drowned out the sound of the spoon snapping rapid-fire against her bottom. “Ow, ow, Daddy I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never be naughty again, I swear!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little girl.”

“Daddy, please, I’m sorry !”

It wasn’t any easier than the first time to listen to Ivy whine and plead her way through a punishment. But there was something about being punished alongside her that made him feel more a part of what was happening instead of a helpless bystander.

Flipping his hand over, he threaded his fingers with hers, holding on tight as Cordelia finished up her punishment. By the time it was done, Ivy lay pressed against the comforter, softly whimpering and sniffling back tears.

“There’s my good girl,” Cordelia murmured, leaning over Ivy’s limp form to press a kiss to her cheek. “I love you, blossom, far too much to allow you to undermine our dynamic in any way. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. I really am sorry.”

“I know you are, baby. And I want you to think about how sorry you are while you’re listening to our boy get his bottom spanked for participating in your naughtiness.”

If he’d thought Cordelia had been spanking them hard before, it was nothing compared to the scorching burn left behind by the furiously hard, fast swats she rained down on him during that second round.

Now it was his turn to yelp and dance, though he tried to keep the movement to a minimum.

He wanted Cordelia to know he was sorry, to know he truly did want to be her good boy.

Tears stung his eyes as she shifted her attention to what they’d called his ‘sit-spots’, right at the very lowest curve of his bottom. But no matter how his chest ached to let them free, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so.

Real men don’t cry, Jacob. No son of mine is going to be a little sissy. Suck it up, boy.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to force his father’s voice out of his head. To focus on the two women he’d fallen so hard for over the past few weeks.

Our sweet baby boy. We love those little noises you make. Don’t you dare keep them from us, baby.

So even if he couldn’t cry, he could give them his yelps, his whimpers, even the little whining sounds that slipped from his lips as his punishment continued.

Just when it felt like he couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, the spanking stopped. And Cordelia’s hand was on his aching bottom, rubbing some of the fire from his skin.

“My sweet, sweet boy,” she murmured. “What are you going to do the next time Ivy crawls in bed with you?”

“A-ask if we have y-your permission, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. I want you to know I’m not angry with you and I never was. And I am so fucking proud of how well you took your punishment.”

With every word of praise, the weight on his chest seemed to lift. Until he felt lighter than he could ever remember feeling in his life. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Do you have anything to say to our boy, Ivy Mae?”

A quiet sniffle came from his right. “I’m really sorry I got you in trouble, Jakey. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I forgive you. I—” I love you .

The words burned on his tongue, but he swallowed them down.

He’d never said those words to anyone, including his own sisters.

And what if he said them and they didn’t feel the same way?

What if he was just a temporary distraction for them, a convenient toy to play with while they were all stuck in this house together?

Because just the thought of that kind of rejection made him feel like his heart might shatter into a million pieces, he kept the words to himself. “I’m not mad at you, Ivy. Promise.”

“Thank you, baby. It would be okay if you were. What I did was really wrong.”

“It was,” Cordelia agreed, her voice taking on that hard edge he recognized from when she’d been punishing them.

“Not only because you broke a rule I gave you, but because you involved our submissive in your disobedience. And that second part is why you’re about to get your bottom properly fucked by our sweet baby boy. ”