Chapter Four
Catharina
The shock on my Little one’s face when she sees her bottle for the first time is well worth all the planning it took to get her here. As much as I want to bare my breast and nurse her directly, I’m aware that Little girls often need to be eased into these kinds of things.
And giving her a bottle ofmymilk is still a thrill, the kind that wraps its dark tendrils around me, teasing every inch of my body.
“It is indeed a bottle. Little girls need to drink their milk so they grow up big and strong.”
It takes everything I have not to laugh at the withering stare Alexis sends my way. “I’m plenty big already, thanks.”
My heart constricts at her words, and the bitterness beneath them. Clearly, my Little girl has some self-esteem issues we’ll need to work on. “You’re perfect, exactly as you are, Alexis Paige.”
She snorts, a derisive sort of sound that makes my palm itch to connect with her bare bottom again. “Kerry’s perfect. I’m the farthest thing from perfect.”
“If Mommy says you’re perfect, then you’re perfect. End of story. And unless you’d like to be drinking this bottle with a red-hot bottom, I suggest you stop arguing with me.”
A delightful blush steals across her cheeks, but she doesn’t back down. “You can’t just declare that I’m something I’m not and have it be the truth.”
“I think you’ll find I can, and will, do exactly as I please. Now, are you going to let Mommy give you a bottle, or do you need another spanking first?”
“Are those my only two options?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes roll up toward the ceiling. “Then I guess I’ll take the bottle.”
Again, I’m tempted to put her back over my knee for a lesson in manners. But she’s doing as she was told, even if she’s doing it with an attitude, so for now I’m willing to let it slide.
Gripping the bottle in my hand, I bring it to her lips. She hesitates, her nose wrinkling a bit, but then she looks at me. Whatever she sees there obviously convinces her that obedience is the best choice, because she parts her lips just enough for me to slide the rubber nipple into her mouth.
With her gaze still locked on mine, she takes a tentative pull from the tip. And I watch, transfixed, while her eyes glaze over with pleasure as she drinks greedily from the bottle.
As she drinks Mommy’s milk.
Emotion wells in my chest, and I have to blink back tears as I feed her. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and it’s so much more perfect than I could have imagined. Even having fed my nieces this exact same way, nothing before has come closeto sharing this experience with my Little girl, and I know in my heart nothing will ever be the same.
Alexis
The milk is that same extra-sweet kind from the limo, and I find myself wondering what kind of cows they have on the island to produce such delicious milk. Rich-people cows, obviously, though I don’t really know what the difference might be between those and regular-people cows. Maybe they’re those cute furry ones with the fuzzy faces I’ve seen online instead of the boring black-and-white ones.
Whatever the difference, the milk isdeliciousand despite my protests over the bottle, I greedily gulp it down until there’s nothing left but air. Catharina pulls the rubber nipple from my mouth and sets the bottle aside. Cradling me in her arms, she smiles down at me, and suddenly my world narrows to just that smile. I can’t remember the last time anyone smiled at me like that, as if I was their sole source of happiness in the world.
It’s intoxicating, and even more than the chocolates and the milk, I think I could become addicted to that smile.
Maybe she’s some kind of fae creature. Sent to kidnap silly humans like me with promises of luxurious vacations and life-altering smiles. It seems the only logical explanation for the way she makes me feel, all warm and cozy inside, when the logical part of my brain is screaming at me that I should be fighting for my life.
“All right, little one. Let’s get you dressed for lunch. Up you go.”
Confused, I stand, tugging my dress down over my bottom as I do so. Why would I need to get dressed if I’m already wearing clothes?
Maybe she doesn’t approve. After all, the dress was rather expensive for me, but a drop in the bucket for a woman like her. It probably doesn’t meet her high standards, which shouldn’t have hurt stabbing at my chest and yet I can’t deny the feeling of disappointment as I smooth my hands over the skirt. “You don’t like my dress?”
“I never said any such thing.” Pushing to her feet, Catharina captures my chin in her fingers, and my heart stutters at her possessive grip. “Your dress is lovely, my little imp. But you’re missing a very important accessory.”
“What’s that?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you.”
