Chapter 14
MIA
“All right, baby, time for bed.”
Without taking my eyes off the cartoon characters playing out the drama-of-the-day on the screen, I shake my head. “I’m busy.”
“Mia Grace. Do you want to lose tv privileges for the next week?”
“No,” I whine, managing to draw the word out into several long syllables. “But I wanna finish my show!”
“I told you ten minutes ago we were going to bed in ten minutes. You made a choice to start your show knowing it was close to bedtime.”
Okay, she has a point, but I’m not giving up that easily. Glancing up at her, I puff my bottom lip out into a pout. “Can I please finish this episode, Mommy?”
Arms crossed, she seems to consider my request. And when her lips curve up into a wicked smile, I know I’ve made a grave mistake. “All right. But for every minute we go past your bedtime, that’s one minute longer Mommy will make you wait before you’re allowed to come tonight.”
The voice in the back of my head is screaming at me to do as I’m told and turn the tv off. But my Little is fully in control, and she wants to finish our show. “Okay, Mommy!”
Shaking her head, Mommy passes me my sippy cup. “All right. Finish your juice and your show and then we’ll go to bed.”
I’m fully in my happy place now, drinking my apple juice and watching my favorite show. When it ends, I’m tempted to ask for another episode, but that little voice in my head has grown more insistent that putting Mommy off any longer would be a very, very bad idea.
So when she reaches for the remote, I don’t argue, though I can’t help but pout a bit. “Why do I gotta have such an early bedtime anyway?”
Hoisting me up to wrap my arms and legs around her, Mommy chuckles. “Because that’s the bedtime your Daddy gave you.”
“But he’s not even here.”
“I know. But we want to show Daddy what a good girl you can be, even when he’s not around, don’t we?”
I drop my head to her shoulder with a sigh. “I guess.”
“Hmm. Well, if you prefer, I could always call Daddy and you can tell him that you think your bedtime is too early. Would you rather do that?”
It’s an argument Ethan and I had plenty of times when I was his Little girl, and I already know how it will end: With a long, hard spanking, probably with Daddy’s belt, before I’m forced to go to bed anyway.
“No, Mommy,” I say with another dramatic sigh.
Beneath me, Mommy’s chest rumbles with laughter. “I didn’t think so.”
Upstairs, she carries me to her bed, laying me out on the pretty white comforter. She already changed me into my nightgown before dinner, so there’s very little blocking me from her hungry, roving gaze.
“You look pretty enough to eat, babygirl,” she purrs, climbing onto the bed with me, caging my body in with hers as she dips her head to capture my lips in a long, slow kiss.
My entire being seems to sigh with contentment, and I relax into the soft mattress beneath me. Already I can feel the day slipping away, every bit of stress and tension leaching from my muscles as she breaks the kiss to skim her lips across my jawline, down the side of my neck.
“Do you want Mommy to make you feel good, baby?” she murmurs against my throat before nipping at the sensitive skin.
I arch up with a gasp. “Yes, Mommy.”
“My pretty little baby.” Humor and need make her voice thicker, heavier than usual as she continues her trek down my body. “I would love nothing more than to make you come all over my face right this second. But we have to wait, don’t we, baby?”
Alarm bells ring in my mind. “We don’t have to…”
“Oh, but we do.” She shifts, pulling her phone from her pocket and tapping the screen. When she sets it on the bedside table, the large, white numbers glare up at me.
“Eighteen minutes. That’s how long you have to wait before Mommy can make you come, babygirl.”
It might as well be an hour, an eternity.
I can already feel the need building between my thighs with every too-gentle touch, every scrap of her teeth across my sensitive skin.
Mommy pushes my nightgown up, exposing me to her gaze.
“Please, Mommy,” I whine, arching up, presenting my breasts like some sort of pagan offering.
“Please, I’ll be good forever, just don’t make me wait. ”
“Hmm. But what kind of Mommy would I be if I didn’t follow through on my punishments, babygirl?” Dipping her head, she latches onto my nipple, tugging the stiff peak into her mouth and sending sharp jolts of pleasure arcing through my veins.
“The nice kind!”
Her mouth vibrates with laughter, causing more of those electric bolts of pleasure to race through my body before she raises her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. “Who said I was interested in being nice?”
Fear mixes with need in a delicious cocktail that has my pussy aching for her touch. With every scrape of her teeth across my too-sensitive skin, I descend deeper into this pit of carnality until it threatens to swallow me whole.
And the whole time, I beg. I plead for mercy, for release. I vow to never be naughty again, to always go to bed when I’m told, if she’ll just take pity on me this once.
When it feels as though she’s been torturing me for hours, the alarm on her phone finally signals an end to my torment.
Reaching over, she turns the infernal thing off and then finally, finally her hands are right where I want them.
Fingers spearing me, stretching me, filling me as she drives me toward the edge of insanity with aching slowness.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here, babygirl,” she murmurs against my lips. “When your Daddy gets home, we’re going to fuck you together. Would you like that, baby? For Daddy to fuck your tight little asshole while Mommy takes this sweet little cunt for the first time?”
“Y-Yes, Mommy.” If I had it my way, she’d be fucking me now, claiming every last inch of my body as hers.
“Hmm. And maybe if you’re a very, very good girl, we’ll both take this pretty pussy at the same time.
” She pushes a third finger inside me, and then a fourth, stretching me beyond what I thought possible as my vision goes dark at the edges.
“Maybe we’ll fuck you together, until you’re just a whimpering, sobbing, incoherent mess between us.
How does that sound, baby? Do you want Mommy and Daddy to take your sweet little pussy together? ”
I want all of it. All the pain, all the pleasure, all the humiliating ecstasy they can wreak on me. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as she drags me closer and closer to that cliff’s edge.
“Such a good, filthy Little girl you are. Do you want to come now, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy! Please, please, please.”
A low growl rumbles in her chest. “Then come for me, Mia. Now.”
Her sharp command shoves me straight over the edge, and I shatter with a scream, molten hot pleasure flooding my veins.
But she doesn’t stop there. If anything, her movements become more demanding, more furious as she works more toward a second orgasm. And then a third.
I lose count well before she decides she’s done with me. By the time she pulls her fingers from my sore, well-used pussy, the darkness is dragging at me, exhaustion threatening to drown me.
Too drained to fight, I give myself over to it.
And sleep.
Sloane
My sweet, sleepy babygirl.
Between the multiple orgasms and the mild sedative I put in her apple juice, she should sleep soundly tonight.
Soundly enough, if all goes to plan, for the diuretic I also added to her juice to get to work.
So that when she wakes in the morning, I’ll have all the proof I need that she is, indeed, my naughty Little baby who needs her Mommy and her Daddy to take care of her.
In every possible way.
Mia
Something is wrong.
I can tell even before I wake that something isn’t quite right. Groggy and disoriented, I fight my way back to the land of the living, blinking at the light streaming in through the window.
It isn’t until I roll over, however, that I’m able to pinpoint exactly what’s wrong. The bed beneath me is wet and sticky, my nightgown plastered to my legs. Pushing up in the bed, I stare down at the yellowish stain on the perfect white sheets.
And immediately burst into tears.
“Mia? What’s wrong, baby?” Mommy’s voice is sluggish, as if she too has been pulled reluctantly from her sleep. The bed beside me shifts, and her shocked gasp fills the room. “Oh, baby. Did you have an accident?”
Choking on a sob, I force my head up and down. “I’m s-s-sorry!”
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. Mommy’s going to get you all cleaned up. Come here.”
Still sobbing, I wrap my arms around her neck when she scoops me up into her arms. How did this happen? I haven’t wet the bed since I was actually a Little girl. Even when Ethan had me in diapers, I never wet myself.
In the bathroom, Mommy strips my wet clothes from my body and dumps them in the sink, all while making soft little shushing noises, telling me everything will be okay.
When I’m naked, she helps me into the tub and I sink down into the steaming hot water as tears continue to stream down my face.
“My poor baby.” Cupping my face in her hands, she brushes my tears away with gentle fingers. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Nobody is mad at you. Accidents happen.”
“N-not to me! I’m a Big g-girl!”
“Well that’s just silly. Of course you’re not a Big girl. You’re Mommy’s itty-bitty baby.”
Something about her words teases the edge of my senses, like there’s some secret there I can’t quite grasp.
I’m still struggling, trying to figure out the subtext beneath her words when another, altogether unexpected voice fills the room.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”