Page 47 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Ivy

“ I still don’t like this.”

Turning away from their closet, Cordelia held open her arms and Ivy rushed into the comfort she knew she’d find there. “I know, baby.”

Pressed against her woman’s softness, Ivy sighed. “I’m sorry I keep bringing it up, I’m just so worried.”

“I’m worried too, blossom. But Holden has men in place, and we’ve been over the plan a million times. We’ve made this as safe as we possibly can for our boy.”

“It still feels like there are a million ways it could go wrong. If his asshole of a father lays a single finger on him, I swear to god?—”

“He won’t. Because we won’t let him anywhere near our boy. Right?”

Dragging in a shaky breath, Ivy nodded. Let her Daddy’s conviction settler her. “Right.”

“Speaking of our boy…” Cordelia’s grin was quick and wicked. “Want to see what I picked up for him today?”

The worry was still there, and she knew it always would be, at least until Harlan Redding was in a fucking cage where he belonged. But she shoved it to the back of her mind and focused on the excitement of taking their boy to the club for the first time. “Show me, show me!”

Laughing at her exuberance, Cordelia picked up a discreet white paper bag sitting on their dresser and handed it to Ivy. And when she opened it to peek at the contents, her eyes went round. “Holy crap. You’re not exactly easing him into this.”

“Begin as you mean to go on, right? And after the reaction he had to eating you out the first time, I figure it’s a good idea for him to have a reminder of who his pleasure belongs to while we’re at the club. This way, even if he’s tempted to break our rules, he won’t be able to.”

Reaching into the bag, Ivy pulled out the sleek steel cage, fashioned in the shape of a less-than-erect penis. “He’s going to hate it.”

“I know.” Cordelia grinned and pulled a decent sized metal plug from the bag as well. “Figure if we’re going to do this we might as well do it all the way.”

Tilting her head, Ivy listened as the sound of running water over their heads suddenly stopped. Grinning, she looked up at her woman and saw her own excitement reflected in those emerald eyes. “Should we go help him get ready?”

“I believe we should.”

Jacob

Wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping, Jacob stared down at the outfit waiting for him on the bed. It wasn’t the brand-new black slacks or the deep red of the button-down shirt throwing him off, though he had blushed a little when he’d noticed they hadn’t given him any underwear.

No, his reservations were focused solely on the black leather straps with the silver buckles laying beside the rest of the outfit. Pinching the leather between his fingers, he raised them into the air, twisting them this way and that.

“How the heck do I put this thing on?”

“Why don’t you let us help you, baby boy?”

Turning at the sound of Cordelia’s voice, he nearly choked on his own tongue at the sight of them.

The crimson of Ivy’s corset matched his own shirt almost exactly, and it was paired with a fluffy black skirt that left most of her legs bare.

Her hair was down, soft curls falling down around her bare shoulders.

Glitter sparkled along her cheekbones and she’d done something to her eyes that made them look impossibly large, but other than that she looked like her usual, beautiful self.

And the only reason he was able to tear his gaze away from her was to look at Cordelia.

Gorgeous fucking Cordelia. Her entire suit was black, other than the silk shirt beneath her jacket which matched his own.

Her hair was swept up in a high ponytail, every hair slicked back away from her stunning face.

Unlike Ivy’s sweet, natural look, she’d added shades of gray and black around her eyes, giving them a sultry, catlike appearance.

Red the same color as their clothes slicked her lips.

They were complete opposites. And he craved both of them like he craved his next breath.

“Holy shit.” He whispered the words before he even had time to really think them, and heat rose to his cheeks. “Sorry, I just mean… No, I meant what I said. Holy shit, you both look incredible.”

Giggling, Ivy stepped forward, sliding her arms around his waist and tilting her head back to stare up at him. “Thank you, Jakey. You’re so sweet. Now it’s your turn to get all dressed up.”

“But first, we have some… accessories.”

There was something in Cordelia’s voice that had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. “Accessories?”

“Mmhmm,” Ivy said, her eyes dancing with excitement. “The towel has to go, though.”

Before he even had a chance to protest, she’d whipped the towel away from his body, leaving him bare to them. Purely on instinct, he moved his hands in front of his crotch, but Ivy swatted his backside hard enough to make him yelp.

“Hands by your sides, baby boy.” It was Cordelia who spoke, that lethal something still in her tone. “You don’t get to hide from us. Ever.”

“Sorry, Ma’am.” And although it felt like his face might actually erupt into flames, he forced his hands to his sides.

“So sweet. Isn’t our boy just the best, Daddy?”

“He sure is, blossom. But we have a problem.”

Every nerve in his body came alive at her words. “Problem?” he asked, mortified when his voice cracked like it had when he’d been a teenager.

“Yes, baby boy. A problem.” Stepping forward, a wicked smile curving her lips, Cordelia ran a fingertip down his chest, leaving a line of fire in her wake. “You see, we can’t give you the pretty new accessories we bought when you’re so… excited .”

Down, down her fingers went, until they brushed over his hard, aching length. “Oh.”

“Mmhmm. Which means we’re going to have to do something about this.

” Gripping his cock, she gave it a hard tug, and he wasn’t quick enough to smother the whimper that bubbled up in his throat.

Without breaking eye contact, she continued to stroke him as she spoke.

“Ivy, you’re going to help our boy get ready. On your knees, blossom.”

Ivy eagerly sank to her knees in front of him, and when he looked down to find her grinning up at him, looking like some kind of fairy princess come to life, his knees nearly buckled.

“Eyes on me, baby boy.”

At Cordelia’s soft command, he tore his gaze away from the woman at his feet, once again losing himself in his Daddy’s emerald eyes.

Because in that moment, Cordelia was all Daddy.

He didn’t know how he knew, couldn’t have explained the difference if his life depended on it, but the truth of it echoed in his very bones. “Ma’am?”

“You keep your eyes on me while our Ivy girl sucks you off. I want to watch your eyes while she makes you come. Understood?”

That shouldn’t be too hard. Right? “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. You may begin, Ivy.”

At the first touch of Ivy’s tongue to his cock, he realized he’d wildly underestimated just how difficult this was going to be. His instinct was to close his eyes, to let his head fall back so he could bask in the pleasure washing over him with every swipe of her talented tongue.

But he wouldn’t. Daddy had given him an order, and he would follow it. So he kept his gaze locked on hers, watching as approval lit her eyes.

“Such a good boy for me,” she murmured, gripping his cheeks with her hand and leaning in. The press of her lips to his was like magic, sparking a tidal wave of emotion and pleasure inside of him. She’d kissed him before, of course, but every time felt like the first time.

He hoped that feeling never went away.

And while she kissed him, Ivy parted her lips, taking most of his cock into her silky mouth, sliding up and down the length of him and he groaned into the kiss.

Pulling away, Cordelia grinned up at him. “Does that feel good, baby boy? Is our Ivy doing a good job sucking your pretty cock?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

Still gripping his face, Cordelia looked down at where Ivy was hard at work. “My good girl and my good boy. I’m going to have so much fun showing you off tonight. But you need to hurry up, blossom, or we’re going to be late.”

At her command, Ivy moved faster, and when she sucked hard on the length of him, stars exploded behind his eyes.

“Oh, fuck !”

And then Cordelia’s eyes were back on him, power and need turning the green nearly black as she watched him. “That’s it, baby. Are you going to be a good boy and come for Daddy?”

He didn’t think at that point he could have stopped if she’d wanted him to. “Yes, Ma’am!”

“He’s so close, Ivy-baby. Just a little more.”

And then his entire world narrowed to them.

To the feel of Ivy’s mouth on him, to the burning need in his Daddy’s eyes.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside of him, until it finally snapped and he came with his gaze still locked with Cordelia’s, his cock swelling in Ivy’s mouth and his cum pouring down her throat as he panted for breath.

“Such a good boy,” Cordelia crooned, leaning in for another soft, gentle kiss. “I love watching your eyes when you come, baby. Maybe if you’re very good for me at the club, I’ll finally let you learn what Ivy’s sweet little pussy feels like tonight. Would you like that, Jacob?”

“God, yes. Please, Ma’am.”

“Then you’ll need to be very, very good for me. And part of being a good boy is keeping your hands off your cock, isn’t it?”

Again those hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“But we’re going somewhere with lots of new and exciting things to see and experience. So it might be difficult for you to follow that particular rule. Which is why I bought the cage. To help you.”

“Cage, Ma’am?”

“Mmhmm. Blossom, be a doll and lube our boy up so we can get him locked up tight.”

Fear raced icy fingers up his spine. But it wasn’t the kind of fear he’d grown up feeling. This was… exciting. Whatever they had planned for him might hurt, might even feel unbearable at times, but they would never truly harm him.

Holding that knowledge tight against his chest, where his heart was currently pounding harder and faster than it ever had before, he waited for what came next.

There was a rustling sound, like Ivy was digging through a paper bag, and then the sound of a plastic lid popping open a second before something cold and wet covered his cock. He jerked slightly at the sensation, but Cordelia was still gripping his face so he couldn’t move very far.

Since he’d literally just come in Ivy’s mouth, the feel of her hands on him, covering him with the cool liquid was almost too much. But he grit his teeth against the sensation, determined to bear it. To be a good boy.

For them.

After what felt like forever, Ivy spoke up. “He’s ready, Daddy.”

“Thank you, blossom. You’ve been such a good girl for me. I want you to stay kneeling right there while I finish getting our boy ready.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“As for you, baby boy…” Squeezing his cheeks a bit harder, Cordelia grinned. “I want your hands behind your back. If you can, grip your elbows with the opposite hand. Otherwise, just keep them folded behind your back.”

When she released her hold on his face, he moved his arms behind him. He wasn’t quite able to grab his elbows, but he was able to grip his forearms. “Like this, Ma’am?”

“Perfect.” Sighing softly, she traced her finger down his chest again. “Simply perfect.”

Pride welled in his chest as she turned to pick up the white paper bag from the floor. From inside she pulled out an odd silver device that looked, more or less, like his cock when it wasn’t hard.

“This is a cage,” she explained, holding up the device. “It goes on that pretty cock of yours, to remind you to keep your hands off what’s mine.”

“But…” He paused, uncertain if the questions he so badly wanted to ask would upset her.

“You can ask me whatever you need to, baby boy. I won’t be mad.”

“It’s kind of unnerving when you do that, you know.”

“Do what?”

“Read my mind.”

At his feet, Ivy giggled. “You get used to it. Mostly. Sometimes it still shocks me. And sometimes it pisses me off.”

Cordelia grinned. “I can’t actually read either of your minds. You’re both just very predictable.”

“I’ll show you predictable,” Ivy grumbled, and when he risked a glance down, she was glaring up at Cordelia, her bottom lip pushed out in an impressive pout.

“You do that, blossom. Just remember we’ll be at the club with plenty of ways for me to remind you who you belong to.”

Eyes widening, though with excitement or fear he couldn’t quite tell, Ivy nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“As I was saying.” Cordelia shifted her attention back to him. “Ask me whatever you want to, baby.”

“Um, well, it’s just, what happens if I… you know. Get excited again?”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, baby boy.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” Lowering her voice, she leaned in, and another of those delicious shivers of fear raced up his spine. “The cage won’t let you. As long as you’re locked in here, you’ll be completely, utterly at my mercy.”