Big Daddy Christmas (Big Daddy Energy #5)

Chapter 1

Cordelia

Cordelia

“You’re sure about this?”

Seated on the edge of the bed they now shared with their boy, Ivy twisted her hands together in her lap, her brows drawn together with worry.

Clad in an ankle-length dress in the same shade of green as the bridesmaid dresses she’d be wearing tomorrow, Ivy looked, as she often did, like a fairy princess mingling with the mortals she found fascinating.

Crossing the room to stand in front of her, Cordelia cupped Ivy’s face in her hands, leaning down to brush a kiss over her full, pouty lips. “We’ve talked this to death, blossom. I’m ready, Jacob’s ready. You’ve been ready. Why are you so worried all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know.” Her gaze shifted to the side as perfect white teeth nibbled at her bottom lip. “I guess I feel like maybe I pushed you into it too soon.”

Using her thumb to gently tug her girl’s lip free, Cordelia smiled.

“Baby, the three of us have been living together for months now. We’re packing up to move into the house we just bought, that has all three of our names on the deed.

Our families are all coming over in a week for Christmas dinner.

If anything, we should have done this a while ago. ”

The little crease between Ivy’s brows smoothed out somewhat. “True. You’ve been dragging your feet.”

Because she could hear the teasing tone in her girl’s voice, she played along, raising a brow in mock sternness. “Well, if you want to be a brat about it…”

Without giving Ivy a chance to react, Cordelia released her face and gripped her arms, flipping her babygirl onto her stomach all in one quick move that had Ivy giggling and kicking her feet as she pretended to try and escape.

“Daddy, no! I didn’t do anything naughty!”

“I disagree, blossom.” Pinning Ivy to the bed with one hand, she used her free hand to raise her dress up to her waist, exposing the matching silk panties underneath. “Hmm. I don’t think you’ll need these tonight.”

Ivy’s squeals of protest echoed around the room as Cordelia stripped the panties from her and tucked them into the pocket of her slacks.

Cupping her girl’s bottom, she gave the soft flesh a hard squeeze.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” she murmured, massaging her babygirl’s bottom until she felt Ivy relax against the bed.

“You look incredible, Ivy baby. But you’ll look so much prettier in pink. ”

They were short on time, so she put some extra force behind the first swat, and was rewarded with Ivy’s adorable yelp of pain. Grinning down at the handprint slowly forming on her girl’s pale skin, she landed an equally hard swat to the opposite cheek.

“Ow! Daddy, that hurts!”

“Awww, does it? Poor baby.” Faux sympathy dripped from her words as she continued peppering Ivy’s bottom with stinging swats. “I guess you shouldn’t have accused your Daddy of dragging her feet.”

Another high-pitched yelp echoed in the air when she landed two extra hard spanks to her girl’s sit-spots. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

“Hmm. Well, be that as it may, I think Daddy needs to make extra sure you’re on your best behavior tonight.”

She landed a dozen or so more swats to her sweet babygirl’s defenseless bottom before pausing to rub some of the sting from her skin. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Ivy-baby?”

Ivy let out a soft huff of air. “Yes, Daddy.”

Chuckling at the sulky reply, Cordelia slid her hand down between Ivy’s thighs. And, as she’d expected to, found her babygirl soaking wet. “Such a filthy little girl you are, Ivy Mae. So wet from getting your naughty bottom spanked.”

“Daddy.” The word came out as a low whine and Ivy buried her face in the comforter beneath her. But despite her whimpering protests, she raised her hips, silently begging for more of her Daddy’s touch.

So more, Cordelia gave her. Using everything she knew about her girl to bring her right to the edge of pleasure.

And then she stopped.

“Daddy!” Now her title was an indignant cry, with Ivy twisting around to pout up at her. “That was mean!”

“Maybe. But if there’s one thing guaranteed to keep my babygirl on her best behavior, it’s leaving her on edge all night long. Behave yourself tonight, and Daddy might let you come when we get home.”

Ivy groaned loudly as Cordelia helped her to her feet, drawing her in to drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “We could just skip the party tonight. Stay home. Get some… rest.”

It was tempting. Really fucking tempting, if she was being honest. They’d already thrown the happy couple their bachelor and bachelorette parties.

Tonight was meant to be more low-key, with Silver hosting a small get-together at her house just for the women from the club and Beckett hosting the same for the men at his house.

“Lottie will be disappointed if we don’t show up. And you know a pouty Lottie is everyone’s kryptonite.”

Ivy’s sigh was so full of drama, Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh.

“I know. It’s just, we’ve been so busy with the trial and Christmas and the wedding and everything, it feels like the three of us haven’t gotten as much quality time.”

Guilt tugged at Cordelia’s heart. “How about this? After the wedding, we’ll spend a whole day at home with our boy.

We can watch all your favorite Christmas movies and bake cookies and whatever else you want to do.

You can plan the whole day.” Not only was it their first Christmas together, all three of them, it was Jacob’s first Christmas ever, and Ivy had been going all out to make it as special as possible.

An entire day full of Christmas ‘traditions’ should do the trick.

“Really?” Face lighting with happiness, Ivy threw her arms around Cordelia’s neck, pressing a noisy kiss to her lips. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Holding her girl close, Cordelia took her lips in another kiss, this time holding her there, savoring the sweetness of Ivy’s surrender.

When she finally lifted her head, she grinned at the dazed look in her babygirl’s eyes. “Come on, blossom. Let’s go give our boy his present.”

Jacob

“Ow, Daddy, that hurts!”

Pausing with his towel wrapped halfway around his waist, Jacob tilted his head to the side, listening intently.

Sure enough, the sound of a palm connecting with a bare bottom soon reached his ears and he grinned.

Leave it to Ivy to get herself in some kind of trouble right before they were supposed to be heading out.

For someone who swore she wasn’t a brat, she really did enjoy pushing their Daddy’s buttons.

Just a few months ago, the mere thought of Ivy getting spanked would have sent him into a full-blown panic. But now it was simply part of their lives together. It was rare for a day to pass without Ivy or himself getting their butts warmed.

That thought spurred him on, prompting him to rush through brushing his teeth and drying his hair. Whatever his women were up to, it wouldn’t last forever, and if he wasn’t ready when they came looking for him it would be his ass on the line. In more ways than one.

Beneath his towel, his cock twitched at the thought of Cordelia or Ivy—or both—punishing him for being late.

Normally, he would be willing to test them, since spankings usually led to much more enjoyable activities.

But Cordelia had a habit of putting him in chastity whenever he went out with the guys, and the last thing he wanted was to get himself all worked up before she locked him in a cage.

“Alabama, Montgomery. Alaska, Juneau,” he muttered under his breath as he hung up his towel and made his way to his bedroom.

Ivy had, for reasons that still escaped him, insisted he learn all the states and their capitals.

It was pretty much the most boring thing he’d had to learn so far, definitely way less interesting than dinosaurs.

But it came in handy for moments like this, when he wanted to distract himself from… other things.

Standing in the middle of the spare bedroom they’d given him so he could have his own space if and when he needed it, he listened for the sound of Ivy’s spanking coming to an end. When it did, he lowered himself to his knees, his hands resting palms up on his thighs the way they’d taught him.

And waited.

The sound of Cordelia’s heels on the hardwood floor outside his room had him sitting up straighter, his heart hammering against his ribcage. No matter how many times he knelt in this very spot, waiting for his women, it had the exact same effect on him every time.

Excitement. Fear. Wonder.

The pounding grew more frantic when the doorknob turned and the door to his room swung open. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes locked on the floor in front of him instead of looking up at them the way he wanted to.

“Look at our pretty boy, Ivy.” Cordelia’s praise washed over him, a reward for following their instructions to the letter. “Doesn’t he look so sweet, kneeling at our feet?”

“Mmm. He does.” A hand came to rest on his head and it was all he could do not to sigh at Ivy’s touch. “Our pretty baby boy, waiting so patiently for us.”

Cordelia’s feet, encased in black stiletto heels that made his mouth water, came to a stop in front of him. “Eyes on us, baby boy.”

Thank god. Eager to see them, he lifted his head, drinking in the sight of his women.

And had to start mentally reciting the state capitals all over again.

They always looked amazing. But tonight they were… stunning. Ivy, in a flowing dark-green dress that made her look like something out of a fairytale, especially with her dark hair cascading in soft curls over her shoulders.

And as was often the case, Cordelia’s outfit matched Ivy’s.

Her suit was a deep gray, but the silky shirt she wore beneath her blazer was the same emerald green as Ivy’s dress.

But she wore her hair up, in the high ponytail she often wore that somehow made her look even bolder, even more commanding.

A wicked smile curved her lips, painted a bright red he knew he’d be fantasizing about all night as she gripped his chin, forcing his head back even further. “We have a present for you, baby.”

“A present?” Excitement and fear lit inside him, twin flames burning in his chest. Knowing his women, a present could either be something fun or something meant to keep him on edge all evening.

His money was on the latter.

“Yes, baby, a present.” Cordelia brushed a thumb over his lip, and his heart trembled at the unexpectedly sweet gesture. “It’s something we’ve been talking about for a while. Ivy?”

Though Cordelia held his head still, his gaze slid to Ivy as she reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled something free.

Grinning widely, she let the chain dangle from her fingers.

A round disk swung in front of his face and once again his breath caught in his chest as the silver medallion glinted under the lights.

“Jacob Aaron Redding.” Ivy’s soft voice rang with conviction as she held the chain up for Cordelia to unlock the clasp with a small key. “This collar is an outward sign of our love and protection, visible for the world to see. Do you accept it?”

“Really?” He could barely whisper the word past the sudden tightness in his throat. “You really want me to wear your collar?”

They’d talked about it. Discussed what it would mean, the kind of commitment wearing their collar would entail.

And although he’d been adamant he understood and that he desperately wanted to wear it, he’d begun to wonder if it was ever going to happen.

Cordelia, especially, had seemed to be holding back, telling him there was no rush, that he needed to be absolutely sure of himself before taking such an important step.

But now she simply smiled down at him, love shining from her emerald eyes.

“Nothing would make us happier, baby boy.” Releasing her grip on his chin, she took the chain from Ivy’s hands and passed her the key, holding the collar up for him to see.

On one side of the medallion was an engraved ‘C’, and on the other side an ‘I’.

Their initials, their claim, around his neck.

“I thought about waiting for Christmas Day, since that’s when Ivy got hers.

But I rather enjoy the idea of laying claim to you the night before two of our closest friends say their own vows.

It feels… poetic, I suppose. So, what do you say? Do you accept our collar, baby?”

Maybe if they hadn’t talked it to death for the past few months he’d feel more nervous about taking such a big step.

But as it was, all he felt was joy. There were few things he was absolutely certain of anymore, but his love for the two women standing in front of him was one of the few things he’d ever had reason to doubt.

“Yes. Absolutely, yes, I accept your collar.”