Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Alexis
Waking in a crib is still weird, but at least it doesn’t come with the same painful wake-up call as the day before. There’s a moment where I’m not quite sure where I am, but then I look around the odd little room and remember.
My crib. My nursery.
My Mommy.
As if merely thinking about her is enough to conjure her, the door to the nursery opens and Mommy steps inside, a warm smile on her face as she crosses the room to my crib. “There’s my sweet Little girl. Did you have a good sleep, baby?”
Pulling my new panda friend—Ruby, I’ve named her—closer, I press my cheek against her fur and nod. “Uh-huh.”
With one of those soft chuckles I’m starting to crave like my next breath, she lowers the bars on my crib to help me out and up onto the changing table. “Sleepy girl. Have you used your diaper yet?”
I crinkle my nose in response. “No. Don’t wanna.”
“Alexis.” A hint of steel enters her voice as her expression hardens. “You know the rules, little one. Do you really want to start your day with a spanking?”
No, but I also don’t want to start it with pissing myself.
But I’m well aware those are my only two options, so I shake my head. “No, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” Once again smiling down at me, she presses a hand to my abdomen. “Close your eyes and just concentrate on being Mommy’s good girl.”
Screwing my eyes shut, I do exactly that. I bring her face into my mind, the pure joy of her smile when I do as I’m told, the way she coos over me when I’ve obeyed.
It proves even more effective than imagining waterfalls and soon my bladder releases, filling my diaper.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as Mommy exclaims over me, telling me what a good girl I am while she strips the wet diaper from my body and wipes me clean before helping me down from the changing table.
“Time for your bath, little imp.”
Okay, I don’t hate this part of being her Little girl. I’ve always loved baths and as I learned yesterday, Mommy keeps a whole assortment of bubbles and toys on hand just for me. “Purple bubbles?”
Another of those low, throaty laughs. “Whatever you want, baby. And we need to wash your hair today.”
“No, thank you.”
Despite the pleasantries, Mommy cocks a brow in my direction as she turns the water on, testing the temperature with her arm before plugging the tub so it can fill with steamy water. “That wasn’t a suggestion, Alexis Paige.”
“But it’s such a pain in the—” I catch myself before the word “ass” slips past my lips, my cheeks heating again as Mommy stares me down. “It’s a lot of work.”
“I know. I’ve watched the videos you’ve posted.”
Nothing she could have said would have shocked me more. Though if I really stop to think about it, I shouldn’t be surprised. She did know the basics for refreshing my curls yesterday, I was just too distracted by everything else happening around me to really think about it.
Still, it’s a surprise to realize she took such an interest in me, even before she brought me to the island. “You have?”
“Of course. How can I know the best ways to properly care for my Little girl without knowing you inside and out?”
“That’s…” Creepy. Stalkerish. Downright fucked-up. “Kind of sweet, I guess.”
Mommy’s brow raises again, but with amusement rather than sternness. “Sweet is not a word I’ve ever had associated with me.”
“But you are sweet. When you’re not busy spanking me and making me pee in a diaper or taking me to evil doctors.”
Her laughter fills the room, not the soft chuckles I’m used to, but loud and ringing with pure delight. The sound fills me up, warming every inch of my insides.
“Considering that’s how we’ve spent a good portion of our time together, it would seem I haven’t been very sweet at all, little one.”
“Yeah but you know all my favorite foods. And my favorite color. And that I like the more retro styles. And you bought me a new stuffie friend.” I hold up the panda I haven’t let go of since I woke up.
Why I feel the need to defend a woman who basically kidnapped me and has put me through the most humiliating and painful experiences of my life, I’m not sure.
But even with all that, she’s been nicer to me than pretty much anyone I’ve ever known, including my own mother, and I don’t like hearing her downplay that.
Affection fills her eyes, turning the usually hard onyx to warm pools. “You are so precious, my little imp. Come, let’s get you in the tub and you can help walk Mommy through all the steps for taking care of your pretty hair.”
“Can Ruby come?”
Logical me knows that’s not possible. But I haven’t let go of my new friend for even one second since we rescued her from the store, and the other part of me, the part that feels very much like a Little girl, doesn’t want to let her go.
Mommy’s smile turns sympathetic. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, baby. But she can sit on the sink and watch. And she’ll be right there waiting for you when you get out.”
It’s not the answer I really wanted, but it’s a decent compromise, so I nod and let Mommy carry Ruby over to the sink. She sits and watches as mommy pulls my nightgown up over my head and helps me into the tub. Purple bubbles surround me as I sink into the blissful heat with a sigh.
Kneeling beside the oversized tub, Mommy reaches for a bottle of shampoo, and my breath catches in my chest. It’s a brand I’ve only ever dreamed of using thanks to how expensive it is, but it’s supposed to be amazing for curly hair.
Apparently, I’m not hiding my surprise very well because Mommy catches my eye and winks as she dumps shampoo into her hand. “Only the best for my Little girl.”
“Thank you, Mommy.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Tilt your head back and close your eyes.”
Doing as I’m told, I close my eyes as I float in the water, my head resting against the pillow built into the end of the tub while Mommy’s fingers go to work on my scalp, rubbing away the dirt and build-up along with every bit of stress in my body.
“Can Mommy ask you a question, little one?”
Right now, she could ask me anything she wants. “Uh-huh.”
“Yesterday, you seemed so sad after Uncle Jasper spanked Juliet. Why?”
My heart constricts in my chest. Okay, maybe not anything. “I dunno.”
“Alexis.” She says my name so sternly and yet so lovingly, fresh tears well behind my eyelids. “Mommy can’t make it better if you aren’t honest about the things that upset you.”
“You can’t make it better. Nobody can.”
“Of course I can, silly girl.”
Jerking upright, I glare at the blurred image of her, water sloshing around me and over the edge of the tub. “No! You can’t! Nobody can, because I’m the problem and nobody can fix me!”
Shock flickers over her features, visible even through the tears that are now streaming freely down my cheeks. “What on earth are you talking about, Alexis Paige?”
The words burst out of me all on their own, and I’m too sad to try very hard to hold them back.
“I’m not Little. All the other girls are so tiny you can pick them up and bounce them and hold them but I’m too big for any of that.
And I didn’t think it mattered as much after everything you said at the spa but then I saw you holding Victoria and I saw the way Uncle Jasper held Juliet after her spanking and it just hit me really hard that I’ll never get to have that.
You’ll never get to have that, at least not with me. ”
“Oh, baby…” Her voice is thick as she leans in, her shirtsleeves dipping into the water as she cups my face in her hands. “None of that matters to me. I love you exactly the way you are.”
“You say that now. But someday you’re going to realize you want a Little girl who is actually small enough for you to do all those things and you won’t want me anymore.”
The admission shocks even me. When did I start caring about whether or not she wants to keep me around? I should want her to send me away, and yet… I don’t. Even the thought of that kind of rejection threatens to choke me with more tears.
But Mommy doesn’t look shocked. She looks furious, and I shrink back from her with a whimper at the fury blazing in her eyes.
“You seem to have forgotten exactly who you’re talking to, little girl.
” Her words are low, filled with a deadly intent that has my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest as her hand dips into the water, her fingers running a trail up the inside of my thigh.
“I am Catharina Fucking Montgomery. The third richest woman in the world. Heiress to a fortune you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. ”
Those slender fingers find my bare pussy, spearing me without bothering to tease me, to give me any time to prepare and I arch up with a cry as pain and pleasure shock my system.
“I walk into a boardroom and the most powerful men in the world tremble. I do not negotiate. I demand and I take and I win. There has never been a single moment in my life where I have not known exactly what I wanted.” Grinding the heel of her hand against my clit, she pumps her fingers in and out of me without mercy, driving me furiously toward the edge of oblivion against my will.
“And what I want, Alexis Paige, is you. Every fucking inch of you. You think I give a fuck that I can’t physically carry you like a baby?
You think that makes you any less mine? Because it doesn’t.
This right here, the way you react to me, the way your body craves my touch, the way you submit to me even when your brain is telling you it's wrong, this is what makes you mine. Come for Mommy, Alexis. Now.”
Just like that, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known arcs through my veins and my screams echo off the walls of the bathroom as I shatter, my pussy clamping down around her fingers.
“My good girl,” she croons, pressing her hand even harder against my clit, pleasure turning to pain as a shudder wracks my body. “Mine. You are my baby, Alexis, no matter how big or small your body is. Nothing will ever change that fact. Do you understand me, little girl?”