Chapter 6
MIA
Sloane’s words rock me to my core. And maybe I’m a horrible person, but I want, desperately, for them to be true. So badly it’s an ache in my stomach, a painful wrenching in my chest.
“You don’t mean that.” My protests ring hollow, thanks to that desperate ache inside me. “This is just some kind of sick game.”
“I promise you, babygirl, it’s not a game to me at all.”
I want to believe her. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my entire life than to push logic aside and let myself sink into the lies she’s weaving around me like the most skilled spider.
But believing those kinds of lies is how I ended up with Carl. “Oh yeah?” Gathering my courage, I jerk my head up defiantly. “Then why did you try to get me in trouble with Ethan this morning? You lied and said you told me not to have cereal!”
If I was expecting that to be some kind of “gotcha” moment, I’m horribly mistaken. A dimple flashes in Sloane’s cheek as she grins up at me. “I did. But not because I hate you.”
“Then why?”
“Well, for starters, because the thought of watching your big strong Daddy turn your sweet bottom red while you kick and scream and cry over his knee seemed really fucking hot.”
I could live a million years and never hear a sentence more shocking than the one she just uttered. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah. But also, I knew once Ethan got his hands on you, that would be it. He wouldn’t be able to resist spanking you again. And knowing my husband the way I do, spanking would have led to touching, which would have led to me being able to get you where I really want you.”
“Wh-where’s that?”
Kneeling in front of me the way she is, she should seem like the submissive one. But there’s nothing the least bit submissive about her as she rises up on her knees, a wicked grin curving her lips. “In my bed, pinned between your Mommy and Daddy, begging for your pleasure.”
Need, hot and itchy and wholly unexpected washes over me. “You… you want me? You and Ethan?”
“Yes, babygirl. I want you so badly I can barely fucking think straight. As for Ethan… I’m sure we’ll be able to bring him around.”
That response brings me up short. “He doesn’t know about this? About us?”
“Not yet. But I’m sure once I explain it to him, he’ll be on board.”
Guilt twists in my tummy. “What if he gets mad?” What if he doesn’t want me?
Sloane pats my knee. “You let Mommy worry about that. I can handle your Daddy’s moods.”
It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong, and yet, there’s that dark, twisty part of me that doesn’t fucking care. That wants everything she’s offering up on a silver platter, regardless of the consequences.
And it’s that part of me that takes the reins now as I stare into Sloane’s dark, glittering eyes.
“Okay, Mommy.”
Hunger flashes in those dark pools and I know then and there I’ll do anything she asks if it means she’ll keep looking at me like that. Like I’m the last morsel of food on a buffet and she’s been starved for months. “Good girl. Let’s get you in the bath.”
Nodding, I reach for the toilet paper, but Sloane swats my hand. “No. You’re far too Little to clean yourself up. That’s Mommy’s job.”
“But Mommy,” I whine, squirming on the porcelain seat. “I’m not that Little! Imma Big girl!”
I don’t sound the least bit like a Big girl just then and we both know it. Completely ignoring my protests, Sloane pulls a length of toilet paper from the roll. “Stand up so Mommy can wipe your pretty pussy clean.”
Rebellion wells in my chest. But Sloane has already proven she has no problem spanking me into submission, so I reluctantly push those rebellious feelings back down and slowly push to my feet. Sloane rises with me, wrapping her arm around my waist to bend me over so she can wipe me clean.
My skin prickles with the heat of embarrassment…
and arousal. Because god help me, as humiliating as this is, it’s also exactly what I need.
What I crave. The kind of tender caretaking I haven’t experienced since I walked out Ethan’s door.
Carl may have called himself a Daddy, but he was the farthest thing from one in my mind.
He wanted my submission, my unquestioning obedience, but in return I got nothing.
No tender moments, no sweet attention. Nothing but pain and punishments and harsh words.
Once I’m all cleaned up, Sloane helps me into the bath and I sink into the pink froth with a sigh. The confusing situation with Sloane aside, the heat leaches the tension from my muscles and for the first time in what feels like years, I fully relax.
Soft humming reaches my ears, and I crack open one eyelid to peer up at Sloane. A soft smile curves her lips as she moves around the bathroom, gathering supplies before she kneels beside the tub.
Reaching into the water, she takes hold of my ankle, lifting my leg up so she can run a sudsy washcloth over my skin.
More little prickles of need erupt over the flesh she’s caressed as she works her way up my calf, over my knee, to my thighs.
A whimper slips from my lips when the washcloth drifts dangerously close to my aching pussy.
It doesn’t seem to matter that she just made me come so hard I saw stars before we came upstairs, my body already wants more.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asks, her voice soft but full of a smug sort of satisfaction that tells me she knows exactly what’s wrong.
My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but the fire of arousal burning in my core is far hotter and more insistent than my shame. “Please, Mommy.”
“Please what, babygirl? Use your Big girl words.”
The implication that I’m not communicating like a “Big girl” has those flames of humiliation burning hotter across my skin. “Please… Please touch me.”
She chuckles as she continues scrubbing lazily at my skin. “I am touching you, baby.”
Frustrated, I let out an annoyed huff. “You know what I mean!”
“No, I don’t, because my naughty baby isn’t using her words.”
God. She’s really going to make me spell it out for her, isn’t she? Sadistic wench.
But I have the presence of mind at least not to say that to her face, since I’m absolutely positive she would make it a point to prove to me exactly how sadistic she can be. “Please touch my—my pussy.”
My delighted gasp echoes around the bathroom as her fingers move to my bare lips, stroking between the swollen folds. “Such a good little baby, telling Mommy exactly what she needs. Do you want Mommy to make you feel good, babygirl?”
She already is, but I want more. Need more, because it feels like I might die if she doesn’t make me come again. “Yes, Mommy. Please, please, I want… I need…”
“My pretty girl,” she purrs as she works my swollen clit, tightening that coil of need low in my belly. “I love the way you whine and beg, baby. Beg me some more, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
Any sense of dignity I had has long since fled. And so I beg, I plead, I even cry in sheer desperation when she threatens to stop.
Finally, blessedly, she shoves me over the cliff’s edge of pleasure and I scream, water spilling over the edge of the tub as I thrash and buck under her commanding touch.
I’m panting, my ears still ringing and my system still buzzing from my second orgasm of the night when I hear her heavy sigh.
“Naughty, naughty baby. Look at this mess you’ve made. Mommy’s going to have to punish you now.”
Sloane
My babygirl’s eyes go wide and her bottom lip trembles when I issue my decree.
“But… it wasn’t my fault!” she whines, her chest still heaving with deep, ragged breaths.
Just above the water, I can see her breasts quivering, droplets of water sliding from her pale skin, and it’s all I can do not to drag her into my bed to ride her pretty little face until I come all over her tongue.
Feigning disappointment, I shake my head. “You were the one thrashing around and spilling water everywhere. Up on your knees, little girl.”
It isn’t fair. I know very fucking well I’m not being the least bit fair right now.
And I don’t care.
The only thing that matters to me right now is watching sweet little Mia’s bottom turn a nice bright pink under my palm again.
For a moment, I think she’s going to rebel. Which is perfectly fine by me. Ethan keeps a bath brush in the linen closet, which I’d be more than happy to test on a naughty girl’s bare bottom.
Unfortunately, Mia is a good girl at heart, and she slowly rolls in the water, pushing up onto her hands and knees, her bare, wet bottom rising up over the water.
She’s a vision, the ends of her curls damp from all her thrashing, her skin already pink from the heat of the water. And when I run my hand over the swell of her generous ass, she trembles so beautifully for me.
Raising my hand, I bring it down on her left cheek, drawing a shocked squeal from the sweet babygirl in front of me. My handprint blooms on her skin, and I don’t even bother to hold back the sigh of happiness the sight draws from deep inside me.
“Such a naughty baby, making a mess all over the floor.” I repeat the punishment on her right cheek. “Now Mommy has to spank this pretty bottom so next time you remember to be more careful.”
Over and over I swat her, until her bottom has turned a gorgeous rose color all over and every spank is drawing a low, pitiful whine from my babygirl.
Once she’s been properly “punished”, I pause, running my hand over her warm flesh.
“Are you going to be a good girl and not make any more messes, baby?”
“Y-yes, Mommy,” she whispers, her voice thick with unshed tears. Someday, hopefully soon, I’m going to pull those tears from her, either with pain or pleasure, until she’s a sobbing, incoherent mess.
But for now, I’m satisfied, even if my body aches for her touch. Giving her bottom one final pat, I reach for the washcloth again. “All right, babygirl. Let’s finish your bath and then Mommy will make you dinner.”
Mia sniffles pitifully. “Movies?” she asks, her voice full of hope.
“Of course.” Pouring more body wash onto the cloth in my hand, I smile. “Whatever my Little girl wants.”