Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Catharina
Seated in one of the oversized armchairs in the cafe, I cradle my Little one in my arms as she sleeps off the excitement of her visit to Doctor D, as well as the heavy lunch we indulged in afterward.
The bell above the door rings and I look over, smiling at the sight of Evander Hawthorne, crime boss extraordinaire, stepping into the cafe with a wide grin stretched across his scarred face, his Little girl talking animatedly beside him.
Natalie’s hands fly around her, telling the story as much as her words do.
She’s such a bright little thing, and Evander adores her more than I thought possible for a man like him.
Glancing over, his gaze latches onto me, then the sleeping bundle in my arms, and his grin deepens. He ducks his head to say something, and then Natalie is whipping around, her eyes bright with excitement.
“Auntie Cat, Auntie Cat!”
Delighted as I am by her, I don’t want to wake Alexis just yet, so I lift a finger to my lips as Natalie rushes up to us. “Shh, sweetheart. My Little one is sleeping.”
Eyes wide, Natalie stares down at the sleeping bundle curled up on my lap. “Oh, Auntie Cat, she’s beautiful. We are going to be the best of friends!”
My heart constricts at her statement. I do my best not to play favorites with my nieces, but there’s no doubting I have a soft spot for Natalie.
She’s had the hardest time of all the Littles adjusting to life here on the island, finding her place in our family, and I know how hard she’s worked to gain our trust over the past months.
And because I know all this, I believe her when she says she and my Alexis will be the best of friends.
Because Natalie knows what it’s like to feel outside the family, and she would never want to make anyone else feel that way.
Even when the other girls were cold to Camilla when she first became Donovan’s Little girl, Natalie was the one to step in and accept her as one of their own.
It’s a feeling I know all too well, and probably one of the main reasons I feel such a kinship with sweet little Natalie.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Did you come to get lunch with your Daddy?”
“Uh-huh.” Natalie bobs her head, then pauses to pull a face. “I have to go see the vampire today, so Daddy is making it up to me with brownies.”
“Doctor D,” Evander supplies with a chuckle. “She calls him the vampire whenever she has to get blood drawn.”
Clever little girl. “Fitting. Alexis and I are headed over to the Cozy Cradle after this, but we’ll be making a trip to the toy store after that if you would like to join us.”
Turning to her Daddy, Natalie clasps her hands together and stares up at him with an expression of such exaggerated pleading it’s all I can do not to burst into laughter. “Oh, Daddy, can we please? I haven’t been to the toy store in ages!”
“We just bought you that fancy car for your dolls two days ago, kitten.”
“Right. Two whole days ago.”
Lifting a hand to my lips, I cough to cover the laughter I can no longer hold back and Evander lifts his head to scowl at me. There’s no heat behind the gesture, though, and his own lips twist with amusement.
“Tell you what. If you’re a very good girl and don’t sass Doctor D and make it through your appointment without calling him a vampire, we will meet Auntie Cat and Alexis at the toy store later. Deal?”
Shoulders drooping, Natalie lets out a heavy sigh. “I don’t think anybody could be that good, Daddy.”
He taps her nose, letting his amusement show now. “I believe in you, kitten. Now, let’s go see a man about some brownies.”
Taking her hand, he leads her to the front of the cafe, Natalie waving at me the whole way.
In my lap, Alexis stirs, blinking owlishly up at me. “Mommy?”
Oh, my heart. “Yes, baby. Mommy’s right here.”
“Did I fall asleep?” Pushing up, she looks around and rubs the sleep from her eyes, her hair a wild mess of curls framing her round face.
“For a bit, yes. You had a hard morning, didn’t you, little one?”
“Uh-huh.” She squirms a bit on my lap, her cheeks turning red as she looks around the room.
“Do you need to potty, Alexis?”
Even without words, I can tell by the darkening blush in her cheeks that’s exactly what she needs. “Yes. May I please go to the bathroom, Mommy?”
“Such a polite Little girl. Of course you may, baby.” I tighten my grip around her waist as she tries to slide from my lap. “Go ahead, use your diaper and Mommy will change you.”
“Mommy,” she whines, the blush on her face bright enough to stop traffic. “Can I please use the toilet? Please? Just when we’re in public.”
Her begging tugs at my heartstrings, but I am a firm believer that making exceptions only gives Little girls the impression they’re in a position to negotiate.
And Catharina Montgomery does not negotiate.
“Here, let Mommy help you.”
Hooking my hands beneath her armpits, I help her up onto the table. The tables, like the chairs, were specifically designed with our family’s very particular needs in mind, so I have no concerns about it taking a full-grown woman’s weight.
Alexis, however, freezes in place, not even breathing. “Get me down. I’m too heavy.”
“You are no such thing.” Pushing to my feet, I flip up her dress, exposing her diaper as she squirms and blushes on the table. “Trust your Mommy, Alexis. I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
“I trust you. I don’t trust this table.”
Poor thing. Determined to help her relax, I place my hands on the table and vault up to sit beside her, wiggling my ass against the smooth wood. “See? Nice and sturdy. We had them built especially for this purpose.”
Still not quite looking convinced, Alexis frowns up at me. “You had tables built so you could change diapers on them?”
“Diaper changes, spankings, riding pretty little girls’ faces. We wanted to be prepared.”
At the mention of me riding her face, my Little one’s eyes go wide and her breath catches. I watch, delighted, as her pupils dilate.
“Do you like the sound of that, my pretty little Alexis?” I purr as I shift to straddle her, cupping her heavy breasts in my hand as she whimpers beneath me.
My hair falls around us, shielding us from curious eyes when I lean forward, my lips just a breath from hers.
“Do you want to eat Mommy’s pussy, baby?
Do you want Mommy to sit on your face and grind her clit against your tongue until your mouth is full of Mommy’s cum? ”
Another sharp intake of breath and then, “Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Then be a good girl and use your diaper, and Mommy will give you exactly what you want.”
Sitting up, I shift my weight backward, resting heavily on her bladder. If I thought my babygirl was blushing before, it’s nothing compared to the color flooding her cheeks now.
A familiar dark thrill courses through my body as I grind my hips against her abdomen. “You can do it, baby. Just close your eyes and focus on how full your bladder feels. And how happy it will make your Mommy for you to use your diaper.”
Need flickers across her cherub-like face. A need that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love and approval. Perhaps I should feel guilty, leveraging her desperate need for validation—just one of the things I picked up while stalking her social media—against her.
But I don’t. I’ve never claimed to be a good person, so why start lying to myself now?
“Will you… be proud of me?”
Jackpot.
Bearing down on her even harder, I nod. “Yes, baby. Mommy will be so very proud if you use your diaper. Do you want that, little imp? Do you want Mommy to be proud of you and tell you what a good, brave girl you are?”
She does. I can see it, that aching need glinting in her eyes. “Yes,” she whispers, the sound strangled with tears.
“Then do it, baby. Let go and fill your diaper so Mommy can show you how proud she is.”
I watch, my heart thumping against my chest with excitement as her eyes flutter closed. As she holds her breath, her nose scrunching slightly.
And then as the sound of her filling her diaper meets my ears.
When her eyes fly open again, round and full of wonder, I lean forward again.
“Good fucking girl.”
Alexis
It doesn’t seem to matter to my pussy that we just had an earth-shattering orgasm back at Doctor D’s office. The moment Catharina leans over me, her husky voice whispering in my ear, my entire body lights up with need.
“Good fucking girl.”
Yes. Me. I’m your good fucking girl. Let me show you how good I am at fucking, please, Mommy.
As if she hears my silent pleas, Catharina smiles, and even in the dark little room her hair makes for us, I can see the depravity in that simple gesture.
“Do you still want Mommy to fuck your face, pretty girl?”
Nobody’s ever called me pretty before, and I have the fleeting thought that I could love her for that alone. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Have you ever eaten pussy before, baby?”
“No. Um, I’ve never been with a woman… like that.”
Her smile deepens. “A virgin. How delightful.” A gentle hand cups my breast, teasing the bud of my nipple through the fabric. “But you want to be with Mommy, don’t you, Alexis?”
“Yes.” A breath of a whisper.
“My pretty little baby,” she croons, pinching my nipple so I arch into her touch with a whimper. “Mommy is going to ride this pretty face, but no matter how much you enjoy it, you are not to touch yourself. Am I understood?”
The thought of trying to touch myself there while my diaper is full of urine makes me cringe. And yet, something tells me I’ll still need to resist the urge while she’s riding my face.
But I want to please her, as much as I want my next breath, so I nod. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good.” Shifting forward, she straddles my face, and I realize with a jolt of excitement that she’s bare beneath her form-fitting dress. She settles onto me with a contented sigh, her pussy hovering just over my mouth.
When she speaks again, her words are slightly muffled, but I can still hear her instructions. “Mommy likes plenty of tongue and some sucking. Just on my clit though.”
And with that, she gives me her full weight, smothering me with the sharp scent of her pussy. I open my mouth, tentative at first, lapping at her swollen clit.
“Oh.” She sighs it, and my pussy clenches at the sound. “Just like that, baby. But a little more pressure.”
Sliding my hands over her smooth, slender thighs, I leverage myself up to press harder against her clit, swirling my tongue around the swollen bud as Catharina’s moans spur me on.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” Hips swiveling, she grinds her pussy against my tongue, as promised, and the taste of her fills my mouth.
My own pussy spasms in response, desperate for release.
But I promised her I wouldn’t touch myself, so I tighten my grip on her thighs to keep my hands from sliding down to my pussy as I focus on her pleasure.
There’s nothing tentative about what I’m doing to her now. Sliding my tongue inside her, deep into her delicious cunt, pulling her clit between my lips and sucking hard.
“Fuck!” Her movements turn frantic on top of me, and then she is actually fucking my face, and my head swims from the lack of oxygen as she rides me with abandon.
Until, at last, she goes stiff, her guttural cry echoing around us, muffled by her thighs clenching my cheeks.
And then she sighs so softly, so tenderly it almost sounds like love, and she shimmies off me to stretch out on the table. The sounds of the cafe come roaring back, and I know I should be embarrassed that I just pissed in my diaper and let this gorgeous woman fuck my face in such a public place.
But I’m not. Looking up into my Mommy’s eyes, I know that I would let her do whatever she wants to me, wherever she wants, if she would just keep smiling at me like that.