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 canseeher 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. Ishowedyou, 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 yourMommy 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 Iwouldn’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,nothingwill 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.”
