Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Catharina
Though I know it’s not truly that long at all, it feels like forever before Evander finally lands the helicopter back on the island and we’re allowed to disembark. Climbing out of the aircraft with my Little girl’s hand firmly in mine, I wait for Evander to join us.
“You owe Uncle Evan an apology for scaring him, little girl.” Despite the soul-shattering relief of finding my babygirl safe and unharmed, I force my tone to harden.
Alexis drops her gaze to the ground, looking the very picture of a repentant Little girl. “I’m sorry, Uncle Evan. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”
“Look at me, Alexis Paige.” When my Little one reluctantly raises her head, Evander crouches in front of her so they’re eye to eye. “You are so very loved, by all of us. There will never be a time when we won’t care if you go missing or get hurt. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m really, really sorry.”
“I know you are, sweetheart. But what did your Mommy tell you when she gave you that locket?”
Cheeks blazing, Alexis shifts nervously from foot to foot. “She said if I took it off I’d get a spankin’ from her and you.”
“That’s right. And do you know why that is?”
“Why?”
“Because we love you, Alexis. And it would absolutely kill us if anything ever happened to you. Come here, little one.”
Sniffling loudly, she throws herself at him, clinging to his neck as he holds her close.
“All right, honey. You and your Mommy have some things to talk about. But I’ll be by tomorrow morning to talk about that locket.”
“Yes, Uncle Evan.”
He releases her, sending her running back to me with a firm swat to her bottom before pushing to his feet, his eyes locking with mine. “Just give me a call when you’re ready for me to come visit. I’ll bring Natalie and they can commiserate over how mean I am.”
Warmth spreads through my chest. “I will. Come on, little imp. Time to go home.”
Gavin greets us at the car, hauling Alexis to him in a tight hug. “Scared us.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers back, her voice thick with unshed tears.
Placing her back on his feet, he does his best to look stern, but he fails miserably when a smile spreads across his face. “If you really wanted another spanking so soon, you could have just asked. Your Mommy would have been happy to oblige.”
Pink stains my babygirl’s cheeks as she turns and scurries into the car. Meeting Gavin’s gaze, I reward him with a smile of my own. “Thank you. I trust you gathered the supplies I asked for while I was gone?”
“All taken care of, ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
Ducking my head, I follow my Little one into the car. Once the door shuts behind us, I open my arms to her. “Come here, my love. Let Mommy hold you.”
With a quiet sob, she launches herself at me, burying her face in my neck. Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I rock her gently, quietly shushing her just as I would a fussy baby.
“Shh, baby. Mommy’s right here. You’re safe and loved and Mommy is going to make sure this never happens again.”
At my words, she whimpers softly, pressing herself even more tightly against me. “I’m s-sorry.”
“I know, baby. And I know you only ran away because your heart was hurting so very badly. Will you tell Mommy about it?”
“Will you promise not to be angry?”
A complicated question. “Mommy will never be angry at you for having big feelings,” I explain slowly, choosing my words as carefully as possible.
“I am very angry that you put yourself in danger and that you took your locket off and that we wasted hours searching the woods for you. But you can always be honest with Mommy about how you’re feeling and I won’t be angry about that.
Do you understand the difference, baby?”
“I–I think so.”
“My smart little girl.” I press a kiss to her hair, closing my eyes to savor the smell of her. Even under the chlorine and dirt and sweat, she still smells like mine. “Now, tell Mommy why you were so upset.”
“You spanked me,” she says, so softly I almost don’t hear her.
“I’ve spanked you lots of times and you’ve never run away.” Confused doesn’t even begin to cover how I’m feeling. My stomach is churning with a riot of emotions and my heart feels like it might actually beat out of my chest.
“Yeah but you spanked me really hard. And you were so angry. I thought… I thought you spanked me so hard because you were upset that I hurt Tori. Because you love her best.”
And with that quiet confession, my heart shatters. “Oh, baby. Baby, baby, my sweet babygirl. How could you ever think I love anyone more than I love you?”
“Because you should.” I can hear her pain, echoing in her voice, and my arms instinctively tighten around her. “She’s smaller and cuter and she doesn’t get in trouble all the time like me. I tried so hard to be perfect like Tori so you would love me more, and it didn’t work because I’m awful.”
“Alexis Paige. Sit up and look at me, right now.”
Shifting her weight, she looks up at me, worry shimmering in her emerald eyes. Worry I can hopefully ease.
“First things first, let’s get something straight. Victoria is far from perfect. She is more well behaved than say, Natalie or Juliet, but that doesn’t mean she never gets in trouble. You’ve seen her get her bottom spanked, so you know damn well she isn’t perfect.”
Eyes widening, she opens her mouth to speak, but I press a finger to her lips, quieting her.
“But that’s not the important part. She could be the sweetest, most well-behaved Little girl in the history of the world and I wouldn’t care.
Because I love you. I love the way your face lights up when you see me.
I love the little happy noises you make while you’re nursing.
I love your big heart and your quick wit.
You are the most beautiful Little girl I’ve ever known, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you, even all the naughty parts. Do you know why?”
“W-why?”
Wrapping her messy ponytail around my fist, I yank her head back, those dark parts of me delighting in the fear that flickers in her eyes. “Because you’re mine, Alexis Paige.”
I crush my lips to hers, savoring the way she yields, her body softening against mine with a soft whimper. Indulging the monster inside of me, I lay claim to her mouth.
And soon, I’ll lay claim to the rest of her, leaving my mark on her in a way she’ll never, ever forget.
Lexie
The ride home both feels like it takes forever and not nearly enough time at all. As anxious as I am to be home again in my own crib, I also know I’m in for a very, very big punishment and I am not at all looking forward to that.
But instead of leading me straight up to my nursery the way I’d expected, Mommy passes right past my room and my tummy flutters with excitement. “Are we going to your room?”
I’ve only slept in Mommy’s bed a few times, usually after she’s fucked me into absolute oblivion and left me utterly unable to move afterward. Being allowed to sleep in her bed now feels like a reward I don’t deserve after how naughty I’ve been, but I am not going to point that out to her.
“We are, my observant Little girl,” she says, looking over her shoulder to smile at me. “For my own peace of mind. If you’re in my bed, then I know you aren’t off sneaking onto another boat somewhere.”
Shame heats my cheeks. “I’m really sorry, Mommy.”
“I know you are, baby. But Mommy still needs to take precautions.”
I don’t really have a defense against that, so I keep my mouth shut as I follow her into her pretty bedroom.
The furniture here is darker than mine, though it still manages to feel soft and feminine, especially with the wispy curtains and the sheer canopy draped between the four posts of her bed. All in all, it feels so very… her.
Pausing beside her bed, she turns to me, her eyes blazing with a possessive need I recognize all too well. Both from the farm, and because it’s the twin of my own jealous monster, the one that lives inside my chest.
“Do you remember what I told you before, little one?” Her voice is low, almost deadly so as she reaches for the button on my overalls, sliding the strap free and down my arm. “About what would happen if you ever again doubted how much I love you?”
“N-No, Mommy.”
“Hmmm.” The other strap slips free and she pushes the denim over my hips to pool at my feet. “I told you that I would leave my mark on you in such a way, you would never again be able to doubt the permanence of my claim. And that is exactly what Mommy is going to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see. Arms up, baby.”
Too terrified, too curious to disobey, I lift my arms so she can slide the shirt up over my head, leaving me completely bare to her gaze.
Her very, very hungry gaze.
“Up on the bed and on your back.”
Again I hurry to obey, scrambling up onto the bed and stretching out on my back while she pushes a rolling tray toward the bed.
There’s a silver dome covering whatever’s on the tray, like when they order room service from fancy hotels in the movies, and my heart beats faster with that mix of fear and curiosity again.
“What’s that?”
“I already told you, little one. Something to help you remember who you belong to. But first…”
She lifts up one corner of the silver cover and pulls free a pair of pink leather cuffs. Holding them up for me to see, she smiles, a wicked sort of smirk that makes my pussy clench and my legs tremble. “Something to help you stay still while Mommy teaches you a very important lesson.”
Climbing up onto the bed, she straddles my chest and wraps each of my wrists in the smooth leather before pulling my arms up over my head and attaching the gold chain between the two cuffs to something I can’t see.
Matching cuffs are wrapped around each of my ankles, very firmly chaining me to the bed.
“There we go.” Her voice is a low purr, with that same hint of wickedness I saw in her smile as she leans down to brush her lips over mine. “My pretty little baby. All tied up for Mommy. Are you going to be such a good girl for me, baby, and stay very, very still?”
Like I could move very much even if I wanted to. “I–I’ll try, Mommy.”
“Hmmm. We’ll see.” Sitting back on her heels, she chuckles softly as she slides a finger through my wetness. Pleasure races through my veins and without even thinking about it, I arch up with a gasp and she lets loose a disappointed sigh. “Disobeying Mommy already. Naughty, naughty girl.”
Something slides into my pussy and my muscles instinctively clamp down around it. But it isn’t until Mommy holds up a small black remote that I realize exactly how fucked I truly am.
The vibrations hit me all at once and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not respond. But it’s worth the strain to see the approval lighting her eyes.
“Very good,” she murmurs, leaning down again, her black hair falling like a curtain around us. “Your rules are simple, Alexis Paige. You will stay completely still and you will not come without Mommy’s permission. Do you understand?”
Simple? Nothing about either of those rules are simple. But I want so badly to be her good girl again, so I force myself to nod. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” With another whisper of a kiss, she slides from the bed again and lifts the lid from the tray. It takes a moment for my brain to process exactly what I’m seeing, and even when it finally clicks I still can’t quite believe it.
“I’m a curious woman, Alexis,” she says, her tone conversational as she strips out of her dress, leaving her clad in nothing but black lace and satin.
“I love to go new places, learn new things. Which means I’ve picked up a rather eclectic set of skills over the years.
Tattooing happens to be one of my favorite things I’ve learned. ”
“You’re going to give me a tattoo?”
Cocking an eyebrow in my direction, she pulls on one latex glove, and then another.
“I’m going to leave my mark on you, Alexis Paige.
So that every time you’re tempted to think I love someone else more, or I don’t want you as my Little girl anymore, all you have to do is look at my mark and remember you belong to me. ”