Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Catharina
The shock on my Little one’s face when she sees her bottle for the first time is well worth all the planning it took to get her here. As much as I want to bare my breast and nurse her directly, I’m aware that Little girls often need to be eased into these kinds of things.
And giving her a bottle of my milk is still a thrill, the kind that wraps its dark tendrils around me, teasing every inch of my body.
“It is indeed a bottle. Little girls need to drink their milk so they grow up big and strong.”
It takes everything I have not to laugh at the withering stare Alexis sends my way. “I’m plenty big already, thanks.”
My heart constricts at her words, and the bitterness beneath them. Clearly, my Little girl has some self-esteem issues we’ll need to work on. “You’re perfect, exactly as you are, Alexis Paige.”
She snorts, a derisive sort of sound that makes my palm itch to connect with her bare bottom again. “Kerry’s perfect. I’m the farthest thing from perfect.”
“If Mommy says you’re perfect, then you’re perfect. End of story. And unless you’d like to be drinking this bottle with a red-hot bottom, I suggest you stop arguing with me.”
A delightful blush steals across her cheeks, but she doesn’t back down. “You can’t just declare that I’m something I’m not and have it be the truth.”
“I think you’ll find I can, and will, do exactly as I please. Now, are you going to let Mommy give you a bottle, or do you need another spanking first?”
“Are those my only two options?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes roll up toward the ceiling. “Then I guess I’ll take the bottle.”
Again, I’m tempted to put her back over my knee for a lesson in manners. But she’s doing as she was told, even if she’s doing it with an attitude, so for now I’m willing to let it slide.
Gripping the bottle in my hand, I bring it to her lips. She hesitates, her nose wrinkling a bit, but then she looks at me. Whatever she sees there obviously convinces her that obedience is the best choice, because she parts her lips just enough for me to slide the rubber nipple into her mouth.
With her gaze still locked on mine, she takes a tentative pull from the tip. And I watch, transfixed, while her eyes glaze over with pleasure as she drinks greedily from the bottle.
As she drinks Mommy’s milk.
Emotion wells in my chest, and I have to blink back tears as I feed her.
This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and it’s so much more perfect than I could have imagined.
Even having fed my nieces this exact same way, nothing before has come close to sharing this experience with my Little girl, and I know in my heart nothing will ever be the same.
Alexis
The milk is that same extra-sweet kind from the limo, and I find myself wondering what kind of cows they have on the island to produce such delicious milk.
Rich-people cows, obviously, though I don’t really know what the difference might be between those and regular-people cows.
Maybe they’re those cute furry ones with the fuzzy faces I’ve seen online instead of the boring black-and-white ones.
Whatever the difference, the milk is delicious and despite my protests over the bottle, I greedily gulp it down until there’s nothing left but air.
Catharina pulls the rubber nipple from my mouth and sets the bottle aside.
Cradling me in her arms, she smiles down at me, and suddenly my world narrows to just that smile.
I can’t remember the last time anyone smiled at me like that, as if I was their sole source of happiness in the world.
It’s intoxicating, and even more than the chocolates and the milk, I think I could become addicted to that smile.
Maybe she’s some kind of fae creature. Sent to kidnap silly humans like me with promises of luxurious vacations and life-altering smiles.
It seems the only logical explanation for the way she makes me feel, all warm and cozy inside, when the logical part of my brain is screaming at me that I should be fighting for my life.
“All right, little one. Let’s get you dressed for lunch. Up you go.”
Confused, I stand, tugging my dress down over my bottom as I do so. Why would I need to get dressed if I’m already wearing clothes?
Maybe she doesn’t approve. After all, the dress was rather expensive for me, but a drop in the bucket for a woman like her.
It probably doesn’t meet her high standards, which shouldn’t have hurt stabbing at my chest and yet I can’t deny the feeling of disappointment as I smooth my hands over the skirt. “You don’t like my dress?”
“I never said any such thing.” Pushing to her feet, Catharina captures my chin in her fingers, and my heart stutters at her possessive grip. “Your dress is lovely, my little imp. But you’re missing a very important accessory.”
“What’s that?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you.”
Taking my hand, she leads me toward the back of a plane, where she pushes open a door to a bedroom.
No. Not a bedroom.
A nursery.
“What the fu–fudge is this?”
“Your Uncle Max’s latest addition to our family’s plane.
He realized after a recent trip with his own Little girl that it makes much more sense to have a space for us to change our Little ones and put them down for a nap when necessary, especially on longer flights.
” Stopping beside what looks like an oversized changing table, she pats the thick padding on top. “Up you go, little one.”
“I am not getting up there.”
She pins me with that same look as before, one eyebrow raised in a way that has nervous butterflies exploding in my tummy. “You will, or Mommy will have to punish you again. And if I have to do that, I will be punishing your bottom both inside and out.”
The spankings I’ve received are bad enough, and I assume that’s what she means by punishing the outside of my bottom. And since I have no desire to learn what punishing the inside means, I let her help me up onto the changing table.
“Lie back so Mommy can get you strapped in nice and tight.”
Again, I’m forced to swallow my arguments so as not to provoke her wrath, and I lower myself down to the odd little mattress so she can pull a thick leather strap across my stomach, locking me in place.
“Perfect. Now we just need to put a fresh diaper on you and you’ll be all ready for lunch.”
It takes a moment for her words to fully register. Or rather, for my brain to fully process the sheer absurdity of what she’s just said.
“Did you say diaper?”
Surely I had to have heard her wrong. Even with all the other humiliating things she’s done to me, there’s absolutely no way she is seriously talking about putting a grown woman in a diaper. No way. None. Zero.
But then my eyes lock with Catharina’s and she smiles, and I know I didn’t hear a damn thing wrong.
“Yes, little imp. A diaper. You’re far too Little to use the potty on your own, so you’ll have to use this from now on.”
“What the actual—” I manage to stop myself before I drop another f-bomb, because even if this is the most fucked-up thing I’ve ever heard, I’m not keen for a repeat session with the soapy toothbrush. “What are you talking about, Catharina? I’ve been using the toilet for almost twenty years.”
“Be that as it may.” Gripping my ankles with one hand, she lifts my legs straight up into the air with an ease that has my breath catching in my throat. “Now you are just a Little girl, and Mommy will take care of all your needs.”
I grit my teeth against the string of swear words trying to burst free as she slides soft cotton beneath my ass.
Wearing a diaper is nothing. Embarrassing, sure, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not really that big of a deal.
If she actually tries to make me use it, we’ll have a problem, but for now I have much more pressing matters than what kind of underwear I’m wearing.
All I have to do is play along, let her think I’m submitting. Wait for her to let her guard down.
And then figure out how the hell to get myself out of this mess.
Catharina
Alexis didn’t put up nearly as much of a fuss about her diaper as I expected her to, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.
I was, on some level, looking forward to another delicious punishment for her rebellious ways.
But I am also rather pleased by how easily she’s accepting her role as my Little girl and how well behaved she remained for the rest of the plane ride to the island.
Then again, it could all be just for show. Isabella also seemed to settle in rather quickly with her Daddy, but as it turned out she was just very good at saying what Gideon wanted to hear.
I can’t say I’ll be at all disappointed if this simply turns out to be an act on my Little girl’s part. For years now I’ve dreamed of all the ways I could punish and pamper my Little one, and I am dying to test out some of my more creative ideas.
For now, however, Alexis seems too distracted by the island passing us by to make too much trouble. She slept on the plane for a good bit after lunch, but now she’s wide awake, kneeling on the seat in the back of my car, craning her neck to get a view of everything.
“You really live here? Like, all the time?”
“Most of the time, yes. I do occasionally have to travel for business, but this is home now. All of your uncles live here as well, with their own Little ones.”
Her nose crinkles as she looks over at me. “You keep talking about my ‘uncles’ but I don’t know what that means. Are they your brothers?”
“The brothers of my heart, I suppose you could say.” Not that I would ever say anything so sentimental to them. A girl needs some secrets, after all. “Would you like to hear about them?”
“I guess I should if I’m going to be living here,” she says with a dramatic sigh that has me biting the inside of my cheek against the laughter bubbling in my chest.