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, alotjealous. 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 whenmyLittle 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,anywhereto 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’remine. And that means every bit of this sweet fucking body belongs tome. 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.
