Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Catharina
I didn’t think this through.
All at once, each of my Little nieces shoots their hand in the air, excited for another chance to milk the cows. Alexis looks around, uncertain, but then slowly raises her hand to join them.
Jealousy is not an emotion I’m used to entertaining. In the past, if a woman has shown the slightest bit of interest in someone else, I’ve simply let her go. I’m not interested in forcing someone to remain loyal.
But now… Now that unfamiliar emotion grips me by the throat as I watch my Little girl move forward with the rest of the group as the cows are led into the milking stalls.
The thought of her hands on another woman’s breast, even a woman who is living her life as an animal, has my vision going red at the edges.
“Are you all right, Cat?” Gideon’s soft voice reaches my ears, but it does nothing to ease the grip jealousy has on me.
“I’m fine,” I lie, literally through my teeth, which are gritted together in an attempt to keep from screaming as Alexis settles on a stool beside one of the cows.
She listens attentively as the ranch hand assigned to her explains the process, showing her how to tug on the cow’s nipples so that her milk squirts into the pan beneath the other woman’s swaying tits.
“You don’t look fine. You look like you’re about to murder someone.” Amusement winds around my brother’s voice, and it’s all I can do not to snarl at him.
“Then why the fuck are you still talking?”
“Uh-oh.” Now it’s Jasper joining us, his voice taking on the sing-song quality of a teasing older brother and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching for his throat. “I recognize that look. Who’s pissed Cat off?”
“No idea,” Gideon says, still with that hint of amusement in his tone. “But I have a feeling it has something to do with her Little girl putting her hands all over that pretty cow’s teats.”
“Ahh. Yeah, if they were 'milking’ bulls there’s no way I’d be letting Juliet get within five feet of them. Can’t say I blame you, Cat.”
It’s the genuine understanding in Jasper’s voice that finally has my vision clearing and the tightness in my throat easing. “It’s fine. She deserves to have the same experiences as the other girls. I’m being ridiculous.”
“Perhaps… but understandably so,” Jasper assures me, clapping a hand on my shoulder and squeezing. “Want me to cause a distraction?”
The fact that he’d offer is yet another balm to my soul, and the pressure in my chest eases even further. “No. No, it’s fine. Really. I just need to get the fuck over myself.”
“Well, the offer stands if you change your mind.”
I manage to drag in a deep breath as I watch my Little girl gasp with delight as a squirt of milk lands in her pail.
And that’s enough for me to know that I’ve made the right call.
There’s no reason to deny my baby the chance to share this experience with her friends just because I’m feeling a little jealous.
Okay, a lot jealous. But still. This is a good thing. The last thing I want is to alienate my babygirl, to make her feel even more outside of the group than she already does. I’ve seen the way she looks at them sometimes, like she’s trying to figure out how she fits into the group.
It’s a look I know well, because it’s a feeling I know far better than I care to admit.
Despite the riot of emotions in my chest, a smile curves my lips as I watch Alexis laugh and clap her hands with excitement. And when her pail is full and she turns to me, her eyes bright with pride, I know I wouldn’t change a damn thing about today.
“All right, little ones!” Bridgette exclaims, a proud smile stretched across her face. “You all did such a good job milking your cows. As a reward, who wants to try some milk fresh from the source?”
Again, I watch as all my nieces cheer this suggestion, my stomach once again twisting with ugly emotion. Alexis looks uncertain, but she follows Bridgette’s instructions, laying down on the hay beneath her cow.
I try to keep the jealousy at bay. I really do. But when my Little girl parts her lips to welcome the cow’s nipple into her mouth, something inside me snaps. All I can see is red as I stride forward, ignoring Bridgette’s concerned voice and my brothers’ calling my name.
Taking hold of Alexis’s arm before she can latch onto the cow’s teat, I pull her up to her feet.
“Mommy? What’s wrong?”
Unable to answer with all the emotions clogging my throat, I pull her along behind me, my gaze sweeping the barn in a desperate search for somewhere, anywhere to take her and lay my claim.
There. A stall with an actual door. Taking a hard left, I drag her behind me into the empty room.
“Mommy?”
Alexis’s voice, small and scared, should give me pause. But if anything, it only fuels the burning need inside me to lay claim to my Little girl.
So for once I let the beast loose, let the reins snap as I slam the door shut behind us. “On the floor.”
Eyes wide, she immediately drops to her knees on the soft hay Bridgette had specially designed to give the animals a comfortable place to lay.
“On your back. Now.”
Again, she doesn’t argue, just watches me with those big, green eyes as she lays back. Settling with my knees on either side of her, I cup my babygirl’s heavy breasts, pinching her nipples sharply enough to draw a shocked cry from her throat as she arches up beneath me.
“That’s it, baby. Scream for Mommy. Cry for me. Let me hear all those pretty little sounds you make while I fuck your pussy.”
Gripping her nipples through her shirt, I give them a twist, pulling another of those sweet, sharp cries from her lips.
“Mommy! You’re hurting me!”
Tears glisten on her lashes, slip down her cheeks and I lean forward, running my tongue through the wetness on her skin. The salt of her tears is like the sweetest ambrosia and I sigh as the beast claws for more. “I know, baby. And I’m going to keep hurting you. Do you know why, little one?”
“W-why?”
“Because you’re mine. And that means every bit of this sweet fucking body belongs to me. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, Mommy. Ow!”
She lets out another cry of pain as I pop open the buttons of her pretty gingham top and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her breast. Leaving my mark, laying my claim in every possible way.
Too many clothes. She’s wearing too many fucking clothes, and the longer it takes me to get them off, the more desperate I become until I’m ripping at them, buttons flying around us as I yank the denim down her luscious hips to reveal the soft cotton still keeping her shielded from me.
But instead of frustrating me further, the diaper does seem to appease the beast inside me. Because no matter where we go, what we do, my Little girl will always be wearing this reminder of who she belongs to beneath her pretty clothes.
Tugging at the tabs, I peel the diaper down, revealing her glistening pussy. The cotton is soaked with her arousal, yet more evidence that my Little one knows exactly who the fuck she belongs to, and I nearly sigh with relief.
“Show Mommy how you touch yourself, baby. But you don’t come until Mommy says. Understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Rocking back on my heels, I reach for the button on my own jeans while Alexis slides her hand over her round tummy to where she’s soaked for me. Her plump little fingers slide between her lips, her arousal coating them as she whimpers and shifts in front of me.
“That’s it, baby. Play with your little clitty for Mommy,” I coo encouragingly as I shimmy out of the clingy denim, silently cursing myself for wearing so many damn clothes.
Note to self: Nothing but dresses for myself and my babygirl after this.
Alexis presses a fingertip to her swollen nub, her gasp of pleasure echoing around me as I manage to get out of my boots and jeans. “Mommy, hurry. Please, I need you.”
I need you. Those three simple words threaten to snap what’s left of my frayed control and I shove my underwear down my legs, kicking my legs free so I can kneel between my babygirl’s thick thighs.
I don’t care that everyone can hear her begging.
Let them listen, let them hear that she wants me. Wants only her Mommy.
“Move your hand, baby. My good little girl,” I praise as I lift one leg to drape her ankle over my shoulder while I straddle her glistening pussy. Our slick cunts press together, and I let my head fall back with a sigh as pleasure arcs through me.
Gripping her thigh, revealing in her softness as I sink into her, I roll my hips, grinding my clit against her swollen lips. “Mommy’s going to fuck you, baby, and you’re going to come for me. And you’re not going to stop coming until Mommy gives you permission to stop. You hear me, babygirl?”
“Yes, Mommy!” Fingertips pressing into the floorboards beneath us, Alexis arches into me, her hips rising to meet mine, her face flush with need as she writhes beneath me. “Please, Mommy, please. Harder. More.”
Using her leg for leverage, I press down harder against her, a dark thrill racing through my veins as she throws her head back and screams out her pleasure, her body convulsing beneath mine.
“Good fucking girl. That’s my good girl, coming all over Mommy’s pussy like that. Give me another, Alexis.”
Her head falls from side to side, her eyes glazed. “C-can’t. Too much. Too much, Mommy, please.”
“It’s not too much. Because you’re my good girl and you can take whatever Mommy gives you.” She will take it, whether she can or not, while our entire family and this whole damn farm listens on. “Again, Alexis.”
Unrelenting, I ride her even harder still, my own pleasure building inside me with every roll of my hips, every glide of my swollen clit over her slick flesh. I’m desperate, aching for release, burning with the need to lay claim to what is mine.
We shatter together now, both our screams bouncing off the walls of the stall as my blood turns to molten gold in my veins. Beneath me, Alexis gasps for air, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
And still, it isn’t enough.
Sliding down her body, I hook my arms under her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I slide my tongue deep into her delicious little pussy.
“Oh! Mommy, no! Please, I can’t! I can’t!”
She’s sobbing now, tears coursing down her cheeks as she writhes and wriggles in a vain attempt to escape me.
I lift my head, just long enough to meet her teary gaze. “You can, and you will, Alexis. Because you’re Mommy’s good fucking girl. Now come for Mommy, baby, and then you can have a reward.”
Ducking my head once more, I feast, burying my face in her wetness as she writhes and sobs beneath me. I use everything I’ve learned about her to drive her up and over that shimmering peak a third time, not stopping until I’ve drank my fill of the arousal flooding my mouth.
“That’s my sweet girl,” I croon as I sit up again, popping open the buttons on my shirt to one full breast. “Do you want your reward now, my pretty little baby?”
Eyes closed, she nods.
“Open your mouth, little one.”
I try to aim, but it’s difficult from this distance.
As a result, my milk splashes across her face, sticking to her flushed cheeks as her eyes fly open to stare up at me.
Reaching one trembling hand to her face, she swipes a finger through the white fluid coating her skin and then slides her finger between her lips with a contented sigh.
Pushing up onto her elbows, she closes the distance between us to clamp her lips around my nipple and suckle. And with that one simple movement, the beast inside me settles, tamed once more.
“My baby,” I murmur with a sigh as I feel my milk release into her mouth while my sweet Little girl whimpers and trembles in my arms. “My good, sweet girl. Drink up, baby. Because Mommy’s milk is the only milk you’ll be getting from now on.”
Lifting her head, she stares up at me. “Yours is the only milk I want, Mommy.”
Fucking hell. Just when I think I can’t love her any more. “That makes Mommy very, very happy, baby.”
She drops her head once more, and my heart trips in my chest at the sight of my Little girl nursing at my breast. Everything I’ve ever wanted is finally right here in my arms.
And I’m never fucking letting her go.