Chapter 9
Jacob
Daddy said I could hurt you tonight. Those words echoed in his mind as Ivy coaxed him through having the plug removed. What did she have in mind? How badly did she want to hurt him?
Unfortunately for him, those questions only made him want her more, and the frustration from not even being able to get hard built inside him with every passing second.
The plug slid free and he nearly sighed with relief. But that relief was short-lived, as a moment later another plug pressed at his entrance and he groaned.
“Aww, do you not want to be plugged again, baby?” Ivy’s voice had taken on that syrupy-sweet tone she had when she was truly enjoying his discomfort.
“No, Ma’am.” It was pointless to tell her, because she was going to do whatever she wanted anyway. But she’d asked, and he’d learned the hard way that lying to his women, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant the lie, would only lead to more pain.
Ivy’s giggle, usually so sweet but now with something sinister lurking beneath the happy sound, sent a shiver up his spine. “Sorry, baby boy. Daddy said I could do whatever I want with you tonight and I want to watch you squirm. Bear down like we taught you.”
Closing his eyes against the wave of humiliation, he did as he was told, forcing his muscles to relax, to open for the plug.
It was larger than the one she’d just removed, which was both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing, because it meant he would be stretched more, and getting fucked there later wouldn’t be as painful.
A curse, because he knew he would feel it with every swat, every stroke of whatever implement she’d chosen to hurt him with.
“Good boy,” she praised softly when the plug settled inside him, stretching him open wide. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you. This may be the best Christmas present anyone’s ever given me.”
“I’m so glad to hear that, blossom.” Cordelia’s voice, deeper and smokier than Ivy’s, seemed to fill the room. “Because watching you is absolutely going to be my present to myself. Here are the implements you asked for.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Familiar fingers, his Daddy’s fingers, stroked the flesh of his bare ass and he trembled in response. “Our sweet boy. Are you ready for Ivy to hurt you, baby?”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
She chuckled, and just like with Ivy’s laugh, the sound both terrified and aroused him. “I’m not sure you are. But you’ll take it, won’t you, baby boy? Because we want you to.”
As she so often did, Cordelia cut straight to the core of who he was with a single question.
He wasn’t as much of a masochist as Ivy, who often enjoyed pain for pain’s sake. His pleasure was derived more from the act of surrender. Of giving up his will for his women. The sacrifice of accepting whatever pain they wanted to give him, even when—especially when he didn’t enjoy it.
“Up on the bed, Jakey.” Ivy’s gentle command cut through his whirling thoughts, bringing him back to the real world. “You can stretch out on your tummy for now. We’re going to be here for a while.”
Eager to obey, despite what came next, he climbed up onto the bed and stretched out, pillowing his head on his arms as he waited. The position pressed his caged cock into the mattress, yet another reminder of how completely he belonged to them.
The mattress dipped beside him and he turned his head to watch as Cordelia, stripped down to just her dark-green shirt and underwear, crawled up to the head of the bed.
Settling against the pillows beside his head, she spread her legs to reveal the satiny black panties covering her mound and his mouth watered at the sight.
Running her left hand over his hair, she slid her right hand beneath the waistband of her panties. “Told you I was going to enjoy watching Ivy hurt you, baby boy. If you’re very, very good you might get a taste later.”
“I’ll be good, Ma’am, I promise.”
“Mmmm. We’ll see.”
He was distracted from having to answer by something smooth running across his ass. “Ready for me, Jakey?” Ivy asked, tapping the paddle against his bare skin.
Trepidation rolled through him, and for a moment he was tempted to tell her no.
But as it always did, that feeling faded almost immediately and he turned his head to look at her, standing beside the bed in her pretty green dress, looking like some kind of fairy princess. Or maybe tonight she was more of a queen. Quietly commanding, sure in her own authority.
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m ready.”
The first swat was lighter than he’d expected, and he instantly relaxed with a soft sigh.
It stung, but not so much he couldn’t enjoy it.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware she was likely toying with him.
Getting him warmed up for something particularly wicked.
But for now at least, he could simply enjoy the gentle sting of her paddle as she swatted one cheek and then the other.
Over and over, building the warmth in his backside with every flick of her wrist.
When he was nice and warm all over, she paused to run her hand over his bottom, giving the flesh a hard squeeze that made him wince. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Good, Ma’am. Really good.”
“Perfect. I like making you feel good, Jakey. Almost as much as I enjoy hurting you.”
Alarm bells rang in his mind a moment before the plug in his ass flared to life. Vibrations massaged that secret spot inside him he’d never known existed before he’d met his women and he groaned as his hips involuntarily flexed, pressing his cock more firmly against the mattress.
Agony. He was in agony, the most brutal and delicious kind. With every flex of his hips, he was reminded of how completely and utterly owned he was.
And he fucking loved it.
“Ivy, please,” he whined, grinding his hips into the mattress as the plug worked that spot inside him that never failed to drive him wild. “Please, it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much for our good boy.” Her words washed over him, focusing him. “Is it, Jakey?”
Again he was tempted to deny it. To tell her it actually was too much, that he couldn’t take it. But as he struggled to breathe through the unbearable pleasure, a familiar peace welled inside him.
It wasn’t too much. Whatever she gave, he would take, because he chose to. Because he wanted to.
Whimpering softly, he forced his eyes open to meet hers. “No, Ma’am. It’s not too much.”
Her smile was its own reward. “Good boy. I want you to keep that in mind for this next part.”
Ivy
Her boy was stretched out on the bed, his bottom a nice light pink and warm to the touch, their Daddy seated beside his head, her fingers working her pussy beneath her panties. And when Ivy looked up, her eyes met Cordelia’s, the dark green flashing with pride and need.
The entire scene was beyond erotic. It was every filthy fantasy she hadn’t known she had come to life, and she wanted more. More of her boy whimpering and whining, more of her Daddy’s proud, greedy gaze.
Setting the paddle aside, she picked up the cane. Unlike the thin, whippy ones Cordelia favored that seemed to slice through your flesh, this one was shorter. Only about a foot long, and thick. The pain was of a deeper kind, though it still had some of the sting.
It was their boy’s least favorite toy of all the ones they’d introduced him to so far, which was exactly why she’d chosen it. That, and the knowledge it would leave some very pretty marks for her to admire over the next few days.
When she tapped it against his bottom, he let out a low groan. “Ivy, no, not the cane!”
If she topped him every day for the rest of their lives, she’d never tire of hearing him whine and plead for mercy. “Yes, baby, the cane. Up on your knees.”
The position would stretch the skin of his bottom taut, which would make the impact sting even more. Her order was met with another quiet groan, but he didn’t argue as he raised his ass high for her, the buzzing plug visible between his muscular cheeks.
“Fuck, you two put on such a good show.” Arching up from the pillows she was reclined against, Cordelia moaned as she stroked her pussy. “Go on, Ivy-baby. I want to listen to our boy cry while I come.”
It was an order, even if it was delivered more as a suggestion, but it was an order Ivy was all too eager to follow.
Shifting her position a bit, she lined the short cane up with his ass, tapping it against the taut skin once, twice, three times before drawing her arm back.
She paused, just for a second to let him sweat before swinging her arm forward again.
At the last moment, she flicked her wrist, drawing a hiss of pain from their boy as a bright-pink line bloomed on his skin.
Beautiful. She could definitely see why her Daddy enjoyed this so much. There was something so satisfying about seeing her marks on their boy’s skin, knowing they were there because she wanted them there, and because he’d surrendered himself to her will.
Tapping the cane lightly against his bottom again, she gave him a moment to breathe through the pain. To relax again before delivering another line of fiery pain just below the first. Again he let out that low hiss, and this time their Daddy’s wicked chuckle joined the sound.
“You must be doing a very good job, Ivy Mae. Hear all those lovely little sounds our boy is making?”
“Yes, Daddy. Should I keep going?”
As happy as she was to be in charge, she was even happier to keep Cordelia involved. To remind their boy that he had not just one, but two women to answer to.
“Yes, baby. I haven’t heard him cry yet. But hurry, I’m getting close.”
Taking the less-than-subtle hint, Ivy let the cane fly three more times in close succession. With the third, Jacob cried out, his entire body bucking in response. It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t crying out in pain, but in pleasure.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” she scolded, secretly delighted she’d been able to drive him to orgasm without ever touching his cock. “Did I give you permission to come, Jacob Aaron?”
Silence greeted her question, and when he didn’t immediately answer, Cordelia gripped his hair, pulling his head up. “Ivy asked you a question, boy. I suggest you answer her before I decide you need a lesson in manners.”
Need slammed into Ivy, so hot and sudden it made her knees buckle. Cordelia’s ‘lessons’ were nothing to be trifled with, and though she normally hated for Jacob to be in trouble, the thought of watching their Daddy take him to task because he’d disobeyed her was… intoxicating.
But Jacob obviously wasn’t willing to test Cordelia tonight. Swallowing hard, his throat working with nerves, he met her gaze. “N-no, Ivy. You didn’t tell me I could come. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Pity stirred in her chest. He tried so hard to be good for them, and she’d deliberately put him in a delicate situation. Controlling his orgasms when they were just stimulating his cock was difficult enough.
Controlling them when his ass was filled with a vibrating plug designed to hit the exact right spot inside him?
Nearly impossible.
Still, she couldn’t let him get away with thinking he could just flaunt their rules whenever he wanted. “Apology accepted, baby. But now I’m going to have to punish you. Brace yourself, Jakey.”