Page 43 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Ivy

G roaning, Ivy pressed her face into the soft mattress beneath her. She’d actually forgotten all about the second part of her punishment while Cordelia had been spanking them, too caught up in her own misery and then their boy’s to think about what came next.

“Jacob, sit on the edge of the bed like you were earlier. I’m going to show you how to prep Ivy’s bottom to take your cock.”

The mattress beside her dipped, sending her heart racing and humiliation welling inside her. Nobody but her Daddy had touched her there since she’d become Cordelia’s submissive. And the fact that it was their boy doing the honors was even more embarrassment than it would have been with anyone else.

Which, she imagined, was very much the point.

“All right, Ivy Mae. You’re going to straddle Jacob’s knee so he can have a nice clear view of all your naughty girl parts.”

She wanted to rebel. Wanted to run from the room and hide somewhere the humiliation could never find her.

But more than that, she wanted to be her Daddy’s good girl again. So she let the embarrassment come, let it burn hot and bright inside her as she forced herself to move, to straddle her boy’s thigh with her torso braced against the mattress and all of her most private parts on display.

“Well, it’s a good thing our boy is already naked.” Cordelia’s tone took on that mockingly concerned tone Ivy loved to hate. “You should see the mess you’re leaving all over his leg, blossom. Such a filthy little girl, aren’t you, enjoying your punishment so much.”

It was meant to humiliate her, to remind her of her place in the hierarchy of their relationship.

And it was working. God, was it working.

Not only did every word stoke the fire of embarrassment burning along her skin, it ramped up her arousal, forcing her to make even more of a mess on Jacob’s leg.

The whole scenario was a vicious cycle of humiliation and need and part of her worried she might spontaneously combust if her Daddy dragged it out much longer.

“You’re going to need to stretch her out a bit, baby. She’s used to having her Daddy’s cocks in her bottom, but it’s been a few weeks since she took anything there so you’ll need to go slow at first. Scoop out some of this coconut oil and coat her bottom hole so it’s nice and slick.”

They’d spent years together with Cordelia sharing her with other Doms, directing their play while she watched. But somehow this felt… different. More intimate in a way that both humiliated and comforted as their boy dropped a chunk of the hardened oil between her bottom cheeks.

“Good boy. Let it melt a bit, and then you’re going to take your finger and push it very slowly into her bottom. If you feel any resistance, pause for a little bit to let her adjust.”

Even though she’d just had a rather fantastic orgasm all over Jacob’s tongue before their punishment had started, her pussy clenched as his finger probed her bottom hole.

She forced herself to relax, to let him in, because the last thing she wanted was for him to think she couldn’t take it.

Easing his guilt became her only focus as he worked his thick finger into her hole.

Finally, he was all the way in, with the taut muscles of her bottom stretched around his finger.

“How does that feel, Ivy baby? Does your little hole feel nice and full?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Jacob's going to use his finger to fuck your tight little hole to help it loosen up. That just means you’re going to move your finger in and out of her bottom until you don’t feel as much resistance, baby boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Just as Cordelia had instructed, he pulled his finger out of her, only a bit, and then pushed it back in. Gently, so gently it made her heart swell with affection.

“Pull your finger out a bit more, Jacob. Yes, just like that. Good boy.”

Fucking hell. This may have been the hottest scene they’d ever done with another person.

Including their first Christmas together when Cordelia had dressed Ivy up like a Christmas tree and coaxed her through eating their friend Tara’s pussy while the vibrator in Ivy’s panties drove her to climax after climax.

For years now that moment had lived in Ivy’s head as one of their top three scenes they’d ever done together.

She had a feeling anything they did with their boy was about to take all those top spots.

“That’s good. Now, take your finger all the way out. We’re going to add a bit more lube and you are very carefully going to use two fingers to stretch her out a bit more.”

“Oh. Won’t that hurt her?”

“A little. But your cock is much larger than that, baby boy, and it’s better to hurt her a bit now so that you don’t do any real damage when you fuck her. Make sense?”

“I think so, Ma’am.”

“Jacob. Look at me, baby.”

Cordelia’s quiet words filled Ivy with a fierce pride. Her woman was a good Domme, just like she’d pointed out when she’d talked her into spanking Jacob that first time.

“Ma’am?” His voice trembled, just a little, and Ivy nearly popped up from her place over his knee to hug him.

“Do you remember how we talked about using the color ‘Red’ if you feel overwhelmed and need to stop?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well, there are other colors. Yellow means you need to slow down. Green means you’re good to keep going. Can you tell me what color you are right now, Jacob?”

Silence greeted her question, stretching out long enough to let Ivy know he was seriously considering his answer, and she was hit with another wave of that fierce pride. “Green. I’m green, Ma’am. I just don’t want to do anything wrong.”

“My sweet boy. Would it help if we checked in with Ivy, made sure she’s doing okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it would.”

Soft, familiar fingers brushed over Ivy’s hair. “Let me see your face, babygirl.”

Turning her head to the sigh, Ivy forced her eyes open to meet her Daddy’s glittering gaze. “I’m okay, Daddy. Promise.”

A smile curved her woman’s lips. “Jacob’s going to stretch you with two fingers now. Do you think you can handle that for me, baby?”

Of course, she could. She knew it, Cordelia knew it. But Jacob didn’t, and even though she was speaking directly to her Daddy, it was their boy’s conscience that needed easing. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

More oil coated her bottom hole and then, just as promised, it was two thick fingers breaching her entrance. Stretching her, filling her with a bite of pain that had her sucking in a sharp breath.

Jacob’s fingers froze halfway inside her. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, honey. Well, it hurt a little, but that’s normal. You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”

“Oh, okay. Should-should I keep going?”

“Yes. I’m okay, Jakey. I want this.”

She swore she could feel the tension drain from his body at those words. “Right. You want me to hurt you, so you can feel better.”

“That’s right, baby. So just keep doing what Daddy says.”

He did, following Cordelia’s instructions to the letter. There were a few stumbles, a few little missteps, but not only did he get the job done, Ivy was ready to start riding his thigh to relieve the ache in her pussy if Cordelia didn’t let her come soon.

“You did such a good job for me, baby boy. Now, for the fun part. Ivy, I want you in the middle of the bed, ass in the air. You know the position.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Need pounded through her veins as she scrambled into position, spreading her knees wide as she knelt, presenting her ass for their baby boy’s cock. No man had ever fucked her there, and she was eager to feel the difference between him and the toys Cordelia used on her.

“Jacob, kneel behind her, between her legs.”

The mattress behind her dipped and then Jacob’s hands were on her hips, holding her still. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that. Eyes on me, my naughty little subbies.”

Turning her head, Ivy met her Daddy’s eyes, her breath catching in her throat when Cordelia’s hands went to the hem of her shirt.

But then she paused, her gaze flicking to Jacob, a sudden awareness entering her eyes. Almost like she’d forgotten he was there, and now she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Grief and anger clutched Ivy's heart in a tight fist.

“Cordelia? Are you okay?”

There was such sweet worry in Jacob’s voice, but it didn’t quite snap Cordelia out of her haze.

“Daddy.” Ivy spoke softly, pulling Cordelia’s eyes to her. “It’s okay. Jacob won’t touch you. Will you, baby boy?”

“No, Ma’am. That’s one of Cordelia’s limits.”

The reminder that not only did she have limits, but that Jacob knew and would honor them seemed to finally break through to their Daddy. “Right.” Cordelia blew out a shaky breath. “Hands off for now, Jacob.”

“Of course, Ma’am.”

Giving a sharp nod, Cordelia tugged the shirt over her head, leaving her heavy, bare breasts swinging free.

“Here’s the deal, blossom. If you can make me come before our boy does, you will be allowed another orgasm.

But if you don’t make me come, I will spend the rest of the day edging you and you will be sent to bed with a wet, needy little pussy. Do you understand?”

Mouth practically watering as she watched Cordelia shimmy out of her own pajama shorts, Ivy nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Climbing up on the bed, Cordelia laid herself back against Jacob's pillows, her thighs spread wide. She threaded her fingers through Ivy’s hair, pulling her closer as she lifted her gaze to Jacob’s.

“You’re going to want to push in very slowly, baby.

Just like you did with your fingers. It’s going to feel really tight at first, but she was made for this.

She was made to take you, just like she was made to take whatever I give her. Isn’t that right, Ivy Mae?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good, sweet girl. Go ahead, Jacob. Take your cock in your hand and guide the tip to her bottom hole.”

The thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance and a shudder of pure need wracked Ivy’s body as he gently, slowly pushed inside her.