“Time for dessert, my sweet little imp.”
Chapter Eighteen
Alexis
An unnatural hush falls over our family as Mommy helps me up onto the table. We’re seated at the very end, with my uncles and their Little girls on either side of us, and I can’t shake the feeling that something very big is about to happen.
“Mommy? What’s going on?”
She smiles, but the gesture does nothing to ease the nerves dancing in my stomach. Cupping my face, she leans in for another kiss, this time keeping it light and sweet. “You are about to become Mommy’s little girl in every possible way, baby.”
“But what does thatmean?”
“It means you’re going to lie back on this table and trust Mommy to take very good care of you. Can you do that for me, little one?”
Can I? This woman has all but kidnapped me, humiliated me, punished me in more painful ways than I ever could have imagined.
And yet, I do trust her. With everything in me. So I nod, slowly. “Yes, Mommy. I trust you.”
Even if it wasn’t true, it would be worth the lie just to see the way her face lights up at my answer. “Good girl. Lie back so Mommy can get your diaper off you.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I obey, and I try not to think about how exposed I’m about to be. How everyone in our family is going to see every dimple, every roll in my thighs. Mommy says she loves my body, and that’s all that matters.
Or so I try to tell myself.
Cool air kisses my skin, a direct contrast to the humiliation heating every inch of me, and I fight not to squirm as Mommy runs her hands up my thighs with a quiet sigh.
“So beautiful,” she murmurs, her fingers digging into my soft flesh. “My pretty little baby, all laid out for me to enjoy. Would you like Mommy to eat your pretty pussy, baby?”
There is absolutely nothing I want more. “Yes, Mommy.”
Her quiet chuckle travels over my exposed skin like a physical touch, and I can’t help but shiver. “Such a polite little girl you are, Alexis. And polite Little girls deserve a reward.”
And then her mouth is on me, her tongue sliding inside my pussy with an aching slowness that drags a whine from my lips as I give into the urge to squirm and wiggle on the tabletop, any concerns I might have had about the furniture being able to hold my weight disappearing beneath the onslaught of torturous pleasure. Again she chuckles, and this time the sound vibrates against my clit, sending little shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins.
Two slender fingers press into me, stretching me with a little bite of pain that only fuels my need as she pulls my clit between her lips and gently sucks. Sensation overwhelms me, driving all rational thought from my mind as I thrash wildly against the table, the wood cool against my feverish skin.
“Mommy… Mommyplease.”
Releasing my clit, she lifts her head, and her voice is a low purr when she speaks. “How pretty you beg, my sweet little imp. It’s music to my ears. Now let me hear you scream.”
As if I have a choice, when she gives my swollen nub another hard suck at the same time she curls her fingers inside me, hitting the exact right spot to have stars exploding behind my eyes. The scream rips from my throat as I arch up, pleasure flooding my veins.
“Mommy!”
“Fuck, baby,” she groans, her fingertips still stroking that magical spot inside me. “I love hearing you scream for me with your little pussy milking my fingers. But I’d much rather watch you shatter around my cock.”
Her words are muffled, thanks to the roar of my own blood in my ears, and I blink up at her as she straightens. A whimper slips from me as she pulls her fingers free and my pussy spasms emptily at the loss.
“Shhh, don’t worry little one. Mommy will fill you up again soon.” Turning her head, she smiles at someone. “Ah, thank you, Gavin. You’re such a good boy.”
“Jesus Christ, Cat.”
Uncle Max, I think, though I can’t be sure since my head is still swimming from that last orgasm. But I know my Mommy’s laughter anywhere, the husky sound of it rippling across my skin.
“What? I couldn’t let you boys show me up.”
“Are you sure she can take both of those?” It’s Uncle Gideon asking now, in that quiet way he has, the words tinged with worry.
