Page 95 of Melt For Us, Daddy
His head felt too full, like they’d shoved so much information in it he couldn’t quite contain it all. “So some rules are okay to break but others aren’t? Then what’s the point of having rules at all?”
“Bratting is… hmmm.” Leaning back in her chair, Cordelia frowned as her fingertips tapped against the wood of the table. “I don’t actually know how to explain it to someone so new. But do you remember the first time you went to the club, when Braden was showing you around and explaining how everything needed to be cleaned?”
“Yeah.”
“And Ivy was teasing me, so I threatened to spank her?”
“I remember. I was so worried for her I jumped right between you two.”
“My big, brave boy,” Ivy cooed, snuggling up against him again. Warmth that was both pleasure and embarrassment washed over him at her praise.
“Don’t encourage him.” Unlike Ivy’s overly sweet tone, Cordelia’s was dry. “If he gets between us now, he’s just going to get himself in trouble right along with you. Which is something you both want to keep in mind. I won’t have either of you interfering with the other’s punishments. Understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they chorused together.
“Good. Now, as I was saying. That was Ivy being a brat. I told her to stop, and she didn’t listen. She did get her bottom spanked good and proper for it when we got home, but remember how we talked about ‘funishments’ before? It’s a punishment, and it hurts, but it’s more playful. It’s not actually meant to correct her behavior, it’s just meant to fill a need in both of us.”
“A need for… punishment? Why would anyone need to be punished?” Or to punish someone else, for that matter. Both options felt wrong, but also so right at the same time.
He’d never felt more confused in his life.
“Do you remember how it felt after Cordelia spanked you?” Ivy asked. “How you felt so relaxed and happy?”
“I do.”
“That’s why. Sometimes I want that, and I know Cordelia enjoys it when I’m a little bratty. So I’ll act out a bit, just enough to earn the fun kind of spanking, and it helps us both work off some stress.”
The confusion he was feeling must have been written on his face, because Cordelia reached over again to give his hand another hard squeeze. “You don't have to understand it all right now, baby boy. Right now, we’re just talking about what our relationship will look like. What kind of rules I’ll have for both of you, what kind of expectations there will be. What you need from me. That kind of thing. There will be plenty of time for you to explore what kind of submissive you are. If you don’t enjoy being a brat, that’s okay. If you want to be the brattiest little boy ever, that’s okay too. Kink, as we often say, is completely customizable. We’ll build a dynamic that works for us.”
“Okay.” Nodding slowly, he blew out a deep breath. He didn’t have to have all the answers right away, which was an oddly freeing concept. “Um, so, if I’m yours the way Ivy is yours, do I call you… Daddy?”
Her entire face lit up, and he knew then and there he’d walk barefoot across hot coals every day for the rest of his life to see that smile. But she didn’t respond immediately, instead looking over at Ivy. “Is that something you’d be okay with, blossom? Our baby boy calling me Daddy?”
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Ivy shifted her gaze between them. “I think so. Yeah.” Sounding more confident now, Ivy nodded. “If it was just a casual play partner, definitely not. But Jacob’s right. He’s yours, the same way I’m yours. And there’s no denying you’re our Daddy, whether he calls you that or not.”
“Okay, then. Yes, Jacob, you may call me Daddy if you want. But Ma’am is also perfectly fine if you’re more comfortable with that.” Tilting her head to the side, she watched him with those eyes that seemed to see straight to his very soul. “Would you feel comfortable with me referring to myself as your Daddy? Both at home and in front of our friends at the club?”
It still felt a little weird, thinking of a woman as ‘Daddy’. But there was something about it that felt like a claiming, and he couldn’t deny he very much wanted to be claimed by her in every possible way. “I think so.”
“If that changes, or if you just realize it’s not as comfortable as you thought it would be, tell me. This doesn’t work unless we’re all completely honest with each other. Understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“That’s my good boy. We can go over the rules in more depth and I can write them down for you just like I did for Ivy when we first got together, to help you remember. But the next thing we need to discuss is limits.”
“Limits?”
“Yes. They’re things you don’t want us to do with you or to you. For instance, one of Ivy’s hard limits is using the silent treatment as punishment. Which I would never do anyway, but even if I wanted to, she’s set that as a hard limit. When we get home, we can talk about some of the more… edgy kinks, but for now we can take things slow. I assume you’re okay with the spanking I gave you?”
“More than okay, Ma’am.”
Again, a corner of her mouth shifted up in that smirk he loved. “You do understand if I have to spank you as a punishment, it will hurt a lot more.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” That thought should have worried him. Terrified him, even. But it only made his cock ache for her. For them.
“And sex? Are you okay with Ivy riding that pretty cock until you both come?”
“I think I might die if she doesn’t. But…” He trailed off, uncertain if he should ask the question burning on his tongue.
