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 willnotcome without Mommy’s permission. Do you understand?”
Simple? Nothing about either of those rules aresimple.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 tome.”
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.
