Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Catharina
My babygirl’s eyes are wide, a delicious mix of fear and wonder swirling in the bright green as she watches me prep the tattoo gun for her. The thought of leaving my mark on her in a way that can never be removed without medical intervention has my pussy positively dripping with the want of her.
But that is going to have to wait. Once I’ve branded my Little girl with this permanent reminder of my claim, I have every intention of fucking her pretty little bottom until we’ve both screamed ourselves raw.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I pick up the bright-red lipstick Gavin placed on the tray alongside the tattoo gun.
A delicate shudder wracks my babygirl’s body and she whimpers softly as I pull the cap off and swipe color over my lips.
Pupils blown, she shifts and whines again, and I swear I can see her grappling with her need to give into her own desires and her need to be Mommy’s good girl.
Good. Hopefully she’ll remember this the next time she’s tempted to break so many of my rules all at once.
Gripping the tattoo gun, I climb back up onto the bed and settle myself between her splayed thighs. “Look at this pretty bare canvas, just waiting for Mommy to leave her mark.” Leaning in, I press a firm kiss to her inner thigh, drawing a soft whimper from my babygirl.
The fresh lipstick I just applied leaves a perfect outline of my lips on her skin and I lift the needle to her thigh. “Don’t forget, baby, you need to stay very, very still.”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
With the push of a button, the needle comes to life and I press it more firmly against her skin, following the outline of my own lips.
She lets out a shocked yelp but doesn’t move a muscle. “Ow, ow, ow, Mommy, it hurts!”
“I know, baby. And it’s going to hurt so much more before it’s done.” There’s no point in lying to her, not when she can already feel the pain of the needle in her skin, injecting the ink over and over again as I trace the outline.
“I’m sorry, Mommy! I’ll never run away again, I swear! Please, I don’t like it, Mommy, please.”
God, I do so love the way she begs. Those dark, depraved parts of me thrill at the pain and fear in her voice.
“It’s far too late for those promises, my love.
You were very naughty and you had Mommy and all your uncles out in the woods looking for you, all because you didn’t want to believe you’re worthy of Mommy’s love. ”
“That–that’s not what happened,” she pants, her breaths coming in short, shallow little gasps.
“Isn’t it?” Pulling the needle from her skin, I look up at her, meeting her eyes and all but daring her to lie to me.
“I told you. I showed you, in every possible way I knew how that I loved you. That I wanted you and only you. But you’d rather believe all the people who have spent years lying to you than listen to your Mommy when she tells you how beautiful and smart and funny and amazing you are.
So now you’re going to wear the proof of my love for you on your skin for the rest of your life, because I will be goddamned if I let those assholes live in your head one moment longer. ”
Lexie
Of all the pain I’ve endured at my Mommy’s hands, what I’m feeling now is by far the worst.
Not the tattoo, though it’s far more painful than I’d expected it to be and as she gets back to work dragging the needle across my skin, it’s all I can do to stay still as the agony continues. Even the little jolts of pleasure from the toy in my pussy aren’t enough to distract me.
But no. What hurts the most is my heart.
I hadn’t even considered that my jealousy stemmed from my own insecurity, beliefs that other people had instilled in me that I wasn’t worthy of a love like this.
And as I sit with that truth, rolling it around in my mind, my heart shatters all over again and tears stream down my cheeks.
“Mommy?” I manage to whisper after what feels like hours of us sitting in silence, with only the sound of the whirring machine in her hand and my soft whimpers to fill the air.
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”
She pauses again, and the machine switches off.
“Thank you, my love. That apology means a lot to me.” She brushes a gentle kiss over my skin, just missing the area she’s tattooed.
“I love you more than life itself, Alexis Paige. There is nothing I wouldn’t do, no ocean I wouldn’t cross, no monster I wouldn’t fight to keep you by my side. ”
Those words settle in my soul, and when she switches the gun back on, I hardly notice the pain.
All I can think of is this woman, this incredible, beautiful, perfect woman who has proven she’d move heaven and earth to get to me.
She could have let me go. Could have just written me off as a failed experiment and let me leave with the lumberjacks.
Instead, she flew out to sea on a helicopter piloted by a literal mob boss and stormed a boat full of men twice her size to get me back.
How could I ever doubt a woman like that?
Letting my eyes close, I savor the pain as she drags the needle across my skin.
Because this pain, like the other things she mentioned, is only for me.
I am the only one she will leave this indelible mark on, the only one she will lay claim to in this permanent, irreversible way.
I am hers, and she is mine, and nothing, nothing will ever change that.
The vibrations inside me shift, moving faster, more insistently and I grind my teeth together against the urge to arch up, to wiggle and writhe against the pleasure coursing through me.
Pain and pleasure meld together, an intoxicating mix that scrambles my brain and sets every nerve ending in my body on fire. The pain should dim the pleasure, but it only seems to fuel it, until I’m fighting with everything in me not to let it overwhelm me.
“Mommy, please,” I finally whisper, my voice cracking as I tug helplessly at my restraints. “I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“Just a little while longer, baby. You can hold off a few more minutes, can’t you? Because you’re Mommy’s good, brave girl.”
I don’t feel particularly good or brave. I feel naughty and helpless and utterly depraved. But I know what she wants to hear, and above all, I want to please her.
“I’m tr-trying, Mommy.”
“And you’re being so good for me. Just a few more letters and then you can have Mommy’s cock.”
Thank fuck.
She must be tattooing the whole fucking alphabet because it feels like hours later before the gun switches off and she slides from the bed. Panting through the lingering pain and the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me, I leave my eyes closed, focusing all of my energy on not fucking coming.
A few moments later, I feel the leather slide from my ankles before the bed dips again, and then she’s between my thighs once more.
Her slick fingers press against my bottom hole, forcing me to open for her.
And I do, relaxing my muscles so she can push one finger, then two inside me, stretching me open for what’s to come.
“Open your eyes, little one. I want to watch you the first time you take this thick cock in your pretty little bottom.”
Fear slices through me, dulling the leading edge of my pleasure as I jerk my head up to stare down between my thighs at the largest cock I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“Mommy, no! Can’t you use the little one? Please, Mommy?” I’m begging, but too caught up in the terror of what’s about to happen to me to worry about my dignity.
“Not this time, baby. You were very, very naughty and naughty girls get Mommy’s punishment cock.”
Gripping my ankles, she places them on her shoulders, giving her the perfect angle to push forward, the thick head of her cock pressing against my tight hole. A sob rises in my chest as I whip my head from side to side. “Please, Mommy, I’ll be good, I'll never run away again, I swear.”
“Oh, you had better not, little one.” Her cock breaches the tight ring of muscle at my entrance with a biting pain as she rocks forward. “If this ever happens again, I will keep you tied to this bed for a month. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Mommy!”
“Good.” Her fingers dig into my calves, more sharp little bites of pain to add to the dull burn in my thigh and the ache in my bottom as she fucks me with slow, shallow strokes.
“Because you are mine, Alexis Paige. And nobody, not even you, will ever separate us again. There is nowhere in this world you can hide, no identity you can take on where I won’t find you. Do you believe me, Alexis?”
Tears clog my throat, burn at the backs of my eyes. Tears of pain and joy and terror and delight. “Y-yes, Mommy.”
“You’ve been so brave for me tonight, baby.” Turning her head, she presses a kiss to the inside of my ankle. “Do you want a reward?”
Please, god, let the reward be an orgasm. “Yes, please.”
“So polite, even with Mommy’s cock filling your tight little bottom hole,” she says with a low chuckle. “Mommy’s going to turn the toy up a little more and you can come whenever you want. Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes, god, yes. Please, Mommy, please.”
“All right, babygirl. Come for Mommy.”
She issues the command just as the toy inside me buzzes faster, harder than my body can handle and the pressure inside me shatters.
Screaming at the pleasure flooding my veins, I arch up, yanking at my restraints as my body comes alive beneath her while she presses even deeper inside my bottom.
Stretching me beyond what I thought was possible with a burning ache that only makes the pleasure flare hotter, brighter.
But instead of turning the toy off when I finally collapse against the bed, my chest heaving with deep, shaking breaths, she only smiles down at me.
“Such a filthy Little girl you are, getting so much pleasure from having your bottom stretched open wide for Mommy’s cock.
This is supposed to be a punishment, Alexis Paige. ”
There’s a hint of amusement in her tone that has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“Little liar,” she says with another wicked little laugh. “But don’t worry. You’ll realize soon enough that pleasure can be just as much a punishment as pain.”
That realization hits all too soon. The buzzing inside me, against my clit remains insistent and if I could I’d rip it out of my pussy to alleviate the growing pain in my overly sensitive clit. “It’s too much, Mommy, I can’t! I can’t! Please take it out, please!”
“No. And do you know why I’m not going to take it out, Alexis Paige?”
As she speaks, she rocks forward again, pushing even deeper inside my bottom. Until I’m so full of her, I can’t think straight. “W-Why?”
“Because I own you, little girl. I own every inch of this sweet little body. I know you think your body is too much, that Mommy can’t handle you because you’re too big for me to carry.
But as I told you before, that doesn’t change a goddamn thing, baby.
This,” she buries herself completely inside my bottom, her soft thighs pressing against my skin, “is all that matters. The next time you start to worry you’re too much, or that I might want someone smaller so I can pick them up and carry them around, I want you to remember tonight and how completely your Mommy owned every fucking inch of you.
And remember that you are never, ever too much for me. ”
Tears stream from my eyes as pain gives way to pleasure once more. I don’t deserve her, but there’s no denying the claim she has on me. On all of me, mind, body, and soul.
So I surrender. Give myself over to her as she fucks my bottom without mercy, the burning ache building with every stroke of her thick cock inside me. Pleasure once more rips through me, shattering me to my very core, and my vision goes gray at the edges.
“Again,” she commands, her voice strained with her own need as her movements turn frenzied, her cock moving inside me with such force my thighs and stomach jiggle with every thrust.
But for once, I don’t care about that. About what I must look like. Because Mommy loves me and I’m not too much for her.
I’m just enough.
I’ve lost track of how many times my body and mind have shattered before she finally goes still, her own cries of release mingling with mine a moment before she collapses against me, our skin slick with sweat as she presses a soft kiss to my breast.
“My good, sweet girl. Breathe for me, baby. We’re all done now, my love. You took your punishment so well. Mommy’s so very proud of you, little one.”
I’m vaguely aware of her turning the toy off, pulling it from me as she gently slides her cock from my bottom. But when I hear the sound of some kind of packaging ripping open, I force my eyes open, watching her as she covers my tattoo with a clear plastic bandage of some kind.
Lifting my head, I try to look at it, but the angle is too awkward with my hands bound this way. “What does it say?”
“Property of Mommy,” she says with a smile. “And sealed with a kiss.”
“Oh.” My heart flutters in my chest. “That’s… kind of sweet, actually.”
Snorting out a laugh, she climbs up onto the bed with me again and gently releases me from my restraints. “I am not sweet. This island is full of depraved, horrible men, and I’m worse than all of them.”
Humming softly, I turn and curl into her, my face pressed against her breast. “You aren’t. You’re my Mommy. And if I say you’re sweet, then you’re sweet.”
“I am very concerned about your definition of ‘sweet’ right now, little girl.” But there’s a hint of a smile on her lips, even as she shakes her head and tears a clear bandage from the packaging to place it over my tattoo.
No. Not just a tattoo.
My Mommy’s mark, claiming me as hers forever and ever.