Chapter 2
Cordelia
Their sweet, beautiful baby boy. Bending down, she hooked the necklace around his throat, clasping it behind his neck as he watched her with those wide, gray eyes. “Ivy?”
Stepping up beside them, Ivy dangled the key in front of him.
“You won’t be able to take this off without one of us unlocking it for you.
Daddy will keep the key on her at all times.
Every morning you will kneel with me so she can put your collar on, and every night you will kneel with me so she can remove it.
But this first time, we wanted it to be both of us.
Because you belong to both of us, just as we belong to you. ”
With that, Ivy slid the key into the locking clasp and turned it. Binding their boy to them as permanently as if they’d slipped a wedding band on his finger.
Once the necklace was locked in place, Cordelia cupped his face in her hands and brushed a gentle kiss over his lips.
Love welled in her chest. The kind she’d never expected to feel for any man, nonetheless the grandson of the man she’d been forced to marry as a child.
And as it often did, that love threatened to send her to her knees with the strength of it.
“You are mine, Jacob Aaron,” she murmured against his lips. “Mine and Ivy’s. And we are yours. For as long as you choose to wear our collar.”
Straightening up, she took a step back and looked over his head to meet Ivy’s shimmering gaze. Tears of happiness glimmered on her girl’s lashes, and she knew without a doubt they’d made the right decision.
And she still had one more surprise in store for her pretty little subbies.
“You are both restricted to two drinks tonight, and no alcohol whatsoever after ten, regardless of whether or not you’ve had your second drink. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” they replied in unison, and that love she’d felt when she put her boy’s collar around his neck threatened to choke her.
“Good.” She let her lips curve, let them get a glimpse of the wickedness lurking behind her order. “I want both of you to have a clear head the first time Ivy takes our boy’s ass.”
As she’d expected, her pronouncement earned her matching wide-eyed stares.
Up until now, she’d been the only one allowed to peg Jacob. Partially because Ivy was so new to being a top, and she wanted to be absolutely sure her girl had all the knowledge and experience she needed before she took that step.
But mostly because she enjoyed the control. Enjoyed knowing that every bit of their pleasure belonged to her, even when they were alone. So she’d made them wait, dragged out the anticipation until the exact right moment.
And what better time than the night they finally collared their boy?
“Really?” Excitement lit Ivy’s eyes and she bounced on her toes behind Jacob. “You’re finally letting me be in charge?”
Cordelia raised a brow. “I didn’t say that, blossom. Daddy will still be in charge. But yes, I am letting you take the lead with our boy tonight. Starting now, actually. I want our baby boy’s cock locked up tight so he’s not tempted to break our most important rule while he’s out with the guys.”
Not that Jacob would, even if they didn’t put him in chastity.
For the most part, he was a good boy, and even when he was being a brat, he rarely broke the rule about touching himself without permission.
On the rare occasion that did happen, it was an honest mistake on his part, a result of being denied longer than he could handle.
But as she’d hoped, a blush rose to their boy’s cheeks at the implication he couldn’t control himself and he ducked his head to try and hide.
“None of that. Eyes on me, Jacob.” She snapped out the order, not in anger, but in a firm enough voice for him to know she wasn’t happy he’d tried to hide his shame from her.
As a result, his cheeks were an even brighter red when he lifted his gaze to hers again. “Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Thank you for listening, baby. I want you on your back on your bed, your knees up and as far apart as you can manage.”
His nose wrinkled slightly, the way it always did when he was given an order he didn’t particularly want to follow.
But he didn’t argue, and he rose to his feet to arrange himself as requested.
The position put all of his most vulnerable parts on display for them, and she knew it was the one he found the most humiliating.
Which was exactly why she’d chosen it.
“All right, Ivy-baby.” Pulling his cage from one pocket and a plug from the other, she handed both off to her girl. “Time to get our boy ready for his night out.”
Ivy
It took every ounce of self-control she had not to squeal like an over-excited Little at her Daddy’s instruction. She’d been waiting ages for the chance to fuck their baby boy’s ass, and now she was finally getting it.
Taking the cage and plug from her Daddy’s outstretched hands, she placed them both on Jacob’s stomach before reaching for the bottle of lubricant they kept on his nightstand.
“Colorado, Denver. Connecticut, Hartford. Delaware, Dover.”
Giggling at his muttered recitation of the states and their capitals, she popped open the lid on the lube and poured a generous helping over his cock and balls. “Trying to distract yourself, baby boy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
His voice was strangled with need, sending power pumping through her veins. Before him, she’d never wanted to top anyone. But Jacob was different.
Jacob was hers.
“Poor baby.” She let her voice drop to the overly sweet coo she so loved using with him.
And just as she’d anticipated, the blush on his cheeks brightened even more than before, spreading down his neck to his bare chest as she took her time spreading the slick lube over his most sensitive parts.
“It must be so hard to keep yourself nice and soft for your cage when I’ve got my hands on you. ”
A quiet whine filled the room, and she grinned as she cupped his balls, giving them a hard squeeze. Glancing over her shoulder, she met Cordelia’s amused gaze. “What do you think, Daddy? Did I do a good enough job getting our boy nice and lubed up?”
“Hmm.” Stepping forward, Cordelia made a show of inspecting the semi-erect cock in front of them. She reached out, running just the tip of her finger over his cock, making it twitch and jump and swell in response. “Very good, blossom. You remember how to put the cage on?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Wrapping her hand around their boy’s cock, Cordelia gave it a gentle tug. “Be a good boy for our Ivy and lie still while she locks that pretty cock up, Jacob.”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.” Dragging in a deep breath, he blew it out slowly and took up his recitation again. “Florida… Florida… Dammit.”
She couldn’t help but giggle again at how frustrated he sounded. “Tallahassee, baby.”
Cupping his balls, she pressed the metal ring against his skin and gently tugged the first testicle through, then the other while he continued on.
“Georgia, Atlanta. Hawaii, Honolulu. Idaho…”
With both balls firmly pulled through the ring, she pushed on his cock, forcing it under the curved metal.
All while Jacob made his way through the list she’d been teaching him for the past few weeks.
He stumbled again on Kentucky, and this time Cordelia helped him with the answer while Ivy slid the sleek cage, shaped just like his own mostly flaccid penis, over his cock and locked it in place.
Bending down, she pressed a kiss to his encased cock. “Such a good boy. How does that feel?”
“Good, Ma’am. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Perfect.” Picking up the bottle of lube once more, she coated her fingers. “Now time for your plug.”
Jacob
He bit back a groan as Ivy ran her lube-coated fingers between his cheeks, teasing his forbidden hole.
At least, it had been forbidden, until they’d gotten their hands on him.
Over the past few months, his women had played with that particular part of his anatomy in more ways than he’d known existed.
Like now, with Ivy rubbing her fingertips over the opening, coaxing him to relax and let her in. It always took him a little while to do so, even with all the attention they focused on that hole. Some part of his brain still rebelled at the thought, and tonight was no different.
But it actually was different. Tonight, unlike every other night, he could feel the weight of their collar around his neck. The warmth of that metal disk sitting against his skin, reminding him who he belonged to.
Closing his eyes, he forced his muscles to relax. To let her in. And was rewarded with her sweet, purring praise as she pushed a finger past that tight ring of muscle.
“That’s my good boy.”
A low sound he recognized as Cordelia growling filled the room. “I think you mean our boy, don’t you, blossom? Don’t forget who is in charge here, little girl.”
“S-sorry, Daddy.” Ivy’s apology was breathless and her finger went still inside him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Hmm. Well, if you get too big for your britches tonight, Daddy will just have to find a quiet place to remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Continue.”
In its cage, his cock swelled, pressing against the thick metal. As always, it was uncomfortable but not actually painful, a constant reminder that no matter where he was or what he was doing, he belonged to them.
There were still days he found himself worrying over his place in their relationship.
Where he’d come from, women were the ones required to submit.
The ones who did the serving and cooking and cleaning.
He was still, as Cordelia called it, unlearning so much of what had been drilled into him from a young age.
Knowing his father and several of the men who had done that drilling were all behind bars and would remain there the rest of their days helped a lot.
After all, real men of God wouldn’t have done the horrific things they’d been found guilty of.
Things he and Cordelia and so many others had shined a light on so they wouldn’t happen to anyone else ever again, at least not under the banner of The Prophets of the Sacred Truth.
Tonight, however, those teachings were the farthest thing from his mind. His entire being was focused on his women, on his submission, on being their good boy and proving he deserved to wear their collar.
Ivy took her time preparing him, working her fingers in and out of his bottom until he was relaxed enough for the thick plug their Daddy had chosen for him.
And when the cool metal pressed against his exposed hole, he shuddered at the wave of pleasure that crashed over him as Ivy pushed it deeper and deeper inside him.
Pleasure that was destined to remain unfulfilled, thanks to the cage keeping his cock soft and pliant.
It was torture, his absolute favorite kind, and he gave himself over to it as the plug slid into place and his hole closed around the narrow neck.
“There we go, baby. You did such a good job for me.” Once again, Ivy’s praise washed over him, helping to settle the racing of his heart. “I’m going to go wash up and then I’ll be back to help you get dressed.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Even though he was pretty sure they were done with all his naughty bits for the time being, he’d learned the hard way not to move out of position until he’d been given permission.
So he held himself where he was, his legs spread and his knees as far back as he could manage, despite the growing burn in his thigh muscles.
Soft fingers trailed along the inside of his thigh, and he bit back a whimper as his cock swelled again in the cage. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Like I wish we were all staying home so Ivy could fuck me now.”
Cordelia’s soft, wicked laughter filled the room. “And rob our girl of the joy of knowing you’ll spend the whole night fantasizing about her? Now, where’s the fun in that?”
Crap. He hadn’t even considered that. And now it made sense, why Cordelia had chosen to collar him right before they went their separate ways for the evening. Between the collar, the cage, and the plug, his mind would be on them the entire night, no matter what he was doing.
Not that he ever went more than a couple minutes without thinking about them anyway. But this guaranteed he’d be actively wondering about them all evening, dreaming about what they’d do to him when they finally got him home.
More of that delicious torture he both hated and loved.
Ivy’s footsteps, softer and more hushed than Cordelia’s, probably because she was either barefoot or wearing the ballet flats she preferred, returned to the bedroom.
“God, that’s a sight,” she said with a shaky laugh.
“Almost enough to tempt me to beg to stay home so we can play with our boy all night.”
Hope welled in his chest, but it was quickly deflated by their Daddy’s chuckle. “Now, now, blossom. You know good things come to those who wait. Help me get our boy dressed for his night with the guys.”
Biting back a disappointed sigh, he let himself be helped to his feet so Ivy could help him into his boxers and then his dress pants.
And as she dressed him, her fingers continually brushed over his skin.
Far more so than usual, leaving him aching and needy by the time she buttoned the last button on the deep-green dress shirt that matched their clothes.
He knew from months of watching them that Ivy performed much the same service for Cordelia.
But somehow, he never felt like he was in charge when Ivy was dressing him or making his coffee or any of the little tasks she liked to do for him during the day.
He’d never really been able to put his finger on why, but being taken care of by her made him feel more submissive, not less.
Perhaps because he knew that if Cordelia said so, Ivy’s service would end. It was their Daddy who ultimately held that power, not either of them, and everything Ivy did, she did so with Cordelia’s blessing. He might defer to both of them, but Ivy deferred to Cordelia.
And it was Cordelia now who slid a hand behind his neck, pulling him down for a long, slow kiss.
“Time to go, baby boy.”