Another slow nod. I’m absolutely sure that once the pain from her spanking fades she’ll be back to her naughty ways. But for now, I’m willing to take her at her word.
“My sweet girl,” I murmur as I gently unbuckle the gag from her mouth. “I know this is a lot for you to take in all at once, and you are just a very Little girl. But I promise it won’t always be sohard. Here, let Mommy help you rinse all that yucky soap out of your mouth.”
Alexis hiccups quietly, tears still streaming down her face as she watches me fill a cup with water to hand to her. She hesitates, just a moment, before taking the cup and filling her mouth with water, swishing it around before spitting it back into the sink. I refill her cup two more times before setting it aside and reaching for one of the washcloths stacked neatly on the sink.
“You’ve made quite a mess of yourself, my naughty little imp.” I soak the cloth with water and bring it to her face, gently wiping at the streaks of mascara on her cheeks. “I have some makeup wipes in my purse. Once we’re in the air, Mommy will bring you back into the bathroom to get you properly cleaned up.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The question isn’t asked with any vitriol, but rather with a pointed curiosity that reminds me of Evander’s Little girl, Natalie. A curiosity I find rather endearing in my niece, and even more so in my own Little girl.
“That’s a very layered question, little one. I suppose the simplest answer is… because I want to.”
Her eyes narrow slightly, as if she’s annoyed by the vague answer. “Butwhydo you want to? Why me? Is this just to punish me for pretending to be you, because if it is, I swear I’ll never do it again. You’ve made your point, Catharina.”
Irritation runs prickly fingers down my spine. “What do you call me, Alexis?”
She blinks in surprise, the corners of her lips dipping down into a frown. “You can’t be serious about that.”
“I am very serious about my Little girl using her proper manners. And part of good manners is addressing me correctly.” Gripping her chin, I force her head back, drinking in thosedelicious little flickers of fear that dance in the bright green of her eyes. “Now, what do you call me, Alexis?”
“M-Mommy?”
“There.” I reward her with a smile, and it doesn’t escape my notice that her eyes light up in response. Poor little thing, so desperate for approval, even from a woman she fears. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Not hard, just… weird. Why do you want me to call you Mommy?”
“I’ll explain everything, I promise. Once we’re safely in the air and I don’t have to worry about my naughty Little girl trying to escape.”
Chapter Three
Alexis
It’s more than a little unsettling, being forced to call one of the richest women in the world “Mommy” with my ass on fire and the taste of soap still lingering on my tongue.
But even more unsettling is the hint of what almost sounds like affection in Catharine's tone when she calls me her “naughty Little girl”.
Most unsettling of all is the flutter of pleasure in my tummy when she does so.
My mind is still working to unravel that particular mystery as Catharina cups my elbow and guides me back to the main cabin. “Have a seat, little one. We need to get buckled in so the pilot can take off. We’re already behind schedule.”
Even though my ass still aches from her punishing hand, I risk one last pleading glance in her direction. “I don’t want to go anymore. Please, let me go home. I promise no more using you to scam men out of money.”
“Silly girl.” Chuckling softly, she taps the end of my nose. “Mommyistaking you home. I think you’ll like my house much more than that tiny apartment you’ve been living in.”
I knew it was useless to even ask, and still my stomach drops at her refusal. Tears burn in my eyes as I allow myself to be guided to a plush, comfortable seat—though not quite plush enough that my butt doesn’t throb when I sit—while Catharina pulls the strap across my stomach.
“Oh, um.” Embarrassment heats my face as I reach for the belt. “It’s not gonna fit. You’ll probably need one of those extender things.”
“No worries, little one. Your Uncle Max had this plane designed for everyone’s comfort.”
To my surprise, the belt does fit, with room to spare. With me securely strapped in, Catharina takes the seat next to me, buckling herself in. Nearly the second she’s secured, the plane lurches forward, and I realize with no small amount of terror that I’m being whisked off to some undisclosed location, and that nobody will know where to find me. I didn’t bother telling my friends about my trip because I knew they either wouldn’t believe me or they’d beg to come along.
Now, I’m wishing I’d mentioned it to someone. Anyone. But even if I had, would they even notice if I didn’t return home?
The thought that I could disappear forever and nobody would care enough to search for me is even more upsetting than the knowledge that I am being kidnapped by a crazy ass billionaire. Desperate for a distraction from both points, I focus on the woman beside me.
There’s a reason I chose her for my catfishing scheme. It was a risk, certainly, as she’s not exactly the most private person. She isn’t nearly as well known as say, a Kardashian, but she also doesn’t shy from the media. Which is why when I used her pictures, I never bothered to pretend I was anyone but her. IfI’d tried to use her likeness with a different name, people would have caught on immediately. And while a few men saw through the ruse immediately, likely because they know her in person, the ones who fell for it fellhard.
