Chapter 8
Jacob
The drive home seemed to take forever. Especially with Cordelia’s hand resting on his thigh, a silent reminder of her ownership.
He’d never really thought much of it until he’d been talking with the other subs in their group and they’d all been sighing over that exact move. How possessive it always felt.
Now, however, he was keenly aware of it. Keenly aware of the claim both his women had over him, the control they exerted over every part of him. Including the part of him currently twitching in its cage.
He couldn’t wait to get home.
“Did you have fun with the boys, Jacob?”
Cordelia’s question jolted him out of his thoughts. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“What did you have to drink?”
Heat bloomed in his cheeks. Ever since that fateful night with the whiskey, she always asked that exact question when he spent an evening with the guys. “A couple wine coolers.”
The hand on his leg squeezed gently. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you for honoring your own needs.”
Her words spread through his chest, a warmth that comforted rather than excited. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“And did you enjoy our video?”
Just like that, warmth turned to heat, comfort to need. “Very much, Ma’am.”
“Mmm. Was it difficult to watch, knowing you couldn’t touch yourself? That you couldn’t even get hard because Daddy wouldn’t allow it?”
As she spoke, her fingers drifted higher, stroking him softly through the thin fabric of his dress pants. And even though his cock couldn’t respond the way it wanted to, need still rose up in him, threatening to choke him with every teasing touch. “Y-yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. I like knowing my boy and my girl are both so completely at my mercy. It pleases me.”
It pleases me. He’d come to live for that phrase. Any praise, really, but that phrase in particular stirred something in him, something deep and dark and almost feral in its intensity.
Thankfully, they pulled into the parking garage at their apartment a short while later.
He and Ivy stayed put, as always, and waited for Daddy to let them out.
It was one of those little rituals she had, a reminder that everything they did, even down to something as simple as getting out of a car, was at her discretion.
He both loved and hated those rituals. But he knew the ‘hate’ came from what he’d been taught rather than what he believed, and over time hate had faded to a mild discomfort.
And some nights, like tonight, even that discomfort was nowhere to be found. There was only love and submission and the joy he found in both.
“All right, my loves.” In their apartment, Cordelia turned to them, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Ivy, how would you like to proceed?”
Beside him, Ivy let out a small squeak of surprise. “Me?”
“Yes, baby, you. I’m giving you the reins. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say I’m letting you hold the reins with me. But I told you that I would let you top our boy tonight, so how do you want to do this?”
“Oh. Um. I hadn’t really thought about it, Ma’am.”
“That’s all right, blossom.” Running a hand over Ivy’s hair, Cordelia looked over at Jacob and smiled. “Jacob, we’re going to talk some things out. I want you naked and kneeling beside the bed when we come for you. Understood?”
Excitement burned bright in his veins. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Go wait for us, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Cordelia
As Jacob hurried toward their bedroom, Cordelia turned to her babygirl. Poor Ivy looked very much like the proverbial deer caught in someone’s headlights.
“Breathe, baby,” Cordelia said with a low laugh. “Daddy’s right here. You’re not doing this alone.”
“Right.” Closing her eyes, Ivy dragged in a deep if somewhat shaky breath. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous all of a sudden.”
“That’s completely understandable, blossom.”
“It is?”
“Of course.” Closing the distance between them, she cupped Ivy’s face in her hands, tilting her girl’s head back as those eyes she loved so much opened again, the deep brown full of wonder and worry.
“We’re taking a big step tonight. But it’s a step we’ve all talked about, both as a family and you and I on our own.
I think you’re ready, but if you don’t think so, we can hold off. ”
Almost instantly, she felt Ivy relax. “No. No, I’m good. I was just caught a little off guard, I guess.”
“I’m sorry for that, blossom. I shouldn’t have surprised you like that. Forgive me?”
“Always.” Pressing herself closer, Ivy tilted her head back, clearly inviting a kiss.
Well. Who was she to deny her babygirl what she needed?
Lowering her head, Cordelia brushed her lips over Ivy’s, the faintest whisper of a kiss. When her girl whimpered, the sound full of desperate need, Cordelia swooped in, switching from light and teasing to hot and demanding in a heartbeat.
Ivy’s hands gripped the lapels of Cordelia’s suit, and everything in her crowed with triumph as her babygirl surrendered. Gave herself over fully to her Daddy’s demands.
“My sweet, sweet girl,” Cordelia murmured against her lips. “I am going to have so much fun helping you ruin our baby boy tonight. But first you have to decide. Do you want to call the shots or do you want Daddy to direct you?”
Eyes glazed with need, Ivy pulled away slightly. “I think I want to be in charge.”
Amused, Cordelia raised a brow. “You think?”
“No. No, I definitely want to be in charge.” The dazed look faded from her girl’s eyes, worry creeping back in. “But you’ll be there? The whole time?”
“Right beside you, baby. I’ll step in if things seem to be going sideways. But I have no doubt you can do this, Ivy Mae. You just need to trust me and trust yourself. You’re a good top.”
They were nearly the same words Ivy had given her once, when Jacob had first come into their lives. And seeing the way her babygirl’s face lit up, they had just as much impact now as they had then.
“You’re right. I am a good top. Thank you for reminding me.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Now, how do you want to do this?”
Ivy’s smile turned mischievous. “If I’m in charge, does that mean I can come whenever I want?”
Sliding one hand into her girl’s curls, Cordelia gave her hair a sharp tug. “What do you think, little girl?”
“Gonna take that as a no…”
“Damn straight it’s a no. I will give you control over our boy’s pleasure tonight, but as always, yours belongs to me and only me. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Ivy’s response was breathless, needy, and Cordelia grinned.
“Good girl. So what do you want to do with our baby boy?”
“I want to spank him. You don’t let me spank him nearly as often as I’d like.”
She didn’t, mostly because it helped Ivy remember her place. But tonight she was willing to let her girl play to her heart’s content. “What implements do you want?”
“Umm… that one light paddle we bought a couple weeks ago and the short stubby cane.”
Cordelia raised a brow in surprise. “The one he hates?”
“Yup. That one.”
“My little sadist. I’m so proud.”
Seemingly getting into the groove now, Ivy grinned. “But first I want to switch his plug out for that vibrating one.”
“Are you going to take his cage off?”
“Nope.”
Poor Jacob. Ivy was definitely going to make him work for his pleasure. “All right. I’ll go get the implements. The plug you’re looking for is in a box in my nightstand. You may get started and I’ll be right behind you.”
“Thank you.” Suddenly looking serious again, Ivy pressed herself against Cordelia. “Seriously. I never knew this was something I wanted until Jacob came along, and I love you so much for helping me explore this part of myself. You’ve been so patient with both of us.”
“It’s been my pleasure, baby. I love you both and only want you to be happy.”
“Still. I know it’s different, sharing that role with me. I just want you to know I don’t take it for granted.”
“Blossom, I don’t think you could take anyone for granted if you tried.” Dipping her head again, Cordelia captured her lips in a long, slow kiss. “I love you. But we’ve kept our boy waiting long enough. Go.”
Stepping back, Ivy raised her hand to her forehead in a cheeky salute. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Shaking her head, Cordelia chuckled as Ivy scurried off. She’d be having her own fun with her little brat later. For now, she was content to watch her girl torment their boy, and she headed toward her office to fetch the implements Ivy had requested.
It was going to be a fun night.
Ivy
Nerves danced in her stomach as she made her way to their bedroom. Pausing just outside the door, she gave herself a moment to recenter herself, to breathe again. And to remind herself that Cordelia was right.
She could do this. She’d been topping Jacob for months now under their Daddy’s guidance, and she’d been in the lifestyle for years.
Not only did she know what she was doing in the most technical senses, she knew Jacob.
Knew his reactions, his tells for when something was teetering on too much.
Knew she could trust him to use his safeword if something went wrong.
Clutching that knowledge close to her chest, she pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside.
Her heart immediately tripped at the sight of him; her tall, powerful boy kneeling beside their bed, completely naked but for the cage he wore around his cock, his head bowed and his hands resting on his knees.
The fact that even kneeling he was nearly as tall as her never failed to thrill her. If he wanted to, he could easily overpower her, and likely Cordelia as well. But he didn’t want to, because he was theirs.
And that, she knew, was the real power.
“Our pretty boy,” she cooed, crossing the room to run her hands over his silky hair. He’d recently started keeping it longer because she’d once told him how much she loved it when his hair was a little on the messy side.
Even with his head bowed, she could see the pink rising to his cheeks. Their boy had such a love-hate relationship with being called pretty or beautiful. He enjoyed the praise, but in his mind, they were still words for girls and he fought against his own enjoyment.
Which was, of course, why they continued to use them. Not just for the fun of embarrassing him, but to help him unlearn so much of the toxic bullshit his father had crammed into his head over the years.
Threading her fingers through his soft, thick hair, she tugged his head back so he was forced to look up into her eyes. And thrilled at the worry and wonder and need all whirling in those pale depths.
“Daddy said I could hurt you tonight. Not because you’ve been naughty, but just because I want to. Are you going to be a good boy for me and take it?”
It seemed natural that worry would take the lead after her statement. But it was need, dark and oh-so-intoxicating that filled his eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Lowering her head, she captured his lips in a brutal kiss that had him whimpering softly. “Turn toward me and present your bottom. You know how.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
His voice was thick with the need she’d seen dancing in his eyes, the same need she felt coiling low in her belly. And as he shifted, lowering his chest to the ground with his arms stretched in front of him so his ass was raised nice and high, that need threatened to turn ravenous.
It was so tempting to just jump ahead to the part where she finally got to fuck him the way she’d been dreaming of for months. But she had a plan and Ivy never deviated from a plan if she could help it.
Opening the top drawer of Cordelia’s nightstand, Ivy picked up the box that held the vibrating plug. Another thing their boy had a complicated relationship with. Probably because as much as he enjoyed it, Cordelia tended to save it for those occasions when she was feeling particularly sadistic.
Much like Ivy was now.
She’d never considered herself a sadist before.
And even now, she only had these urges for Jacob.
Something about him, all that sweet innocence trapped in that large, lanky body just called to her.
Mostly she preferred to be the one soothing him and praising him while their Daddy worked him over.
But there were nights, like tonight, where she craved the sound of his whimpers and cries as he took whatever she gave.
Plug in hand, she turned back to him and grinned at the picture he made. “All right, baby boy. Let’s get started.”