The voice in the back of my head is screaming at me to do as I’m told and turn the tv off. But my Little is fully in control, and she wants to finish our show. “Okay, Mommy!”
Shaking her head, Mommy passes me my sippy cup. “All right. Finish your juice and your show and then we’ll go to bed.”
I’m fully in my happy place now, drinking my apple juice and watching my favorite show. When it ends, I’m tempted to ask for another episode, but that little voice in my head has grown more insistent that putting Mommy off any longer would be a very, very bad idea.
So when she reaches for the remote, I don’t argue, though I can’t help but pout a bit. “Why do I gotta have such an early bedtime anyway?”
Hoisting me up to wrap my arms and legs around her, Mommy chuckles. “Because that’s the bedtime your Daddy gave you.”
“But he’s not evenhere.”
“I know. But we want to show Daddy what a good girl you can be, even when he’s not around, don’t we?”
I drop my head to her shoulder with a sigh. “I guess.”
“Hmm. Well, if you prefer, I could always call Daddy and you can tell him that you think your bedtime is too early. Would you rather do that?”
It’s an argument Ethan and I had plenty of times when I was his Little girl, and I already know how it will end: With a long, hard spanking, probably with Daddy’s belt, before I’m forced to go to bed anyway.
“No, Mommy,” I say with another dramatic sigh.
Beneath me, Mommy’s chest rumbles with laughter. “I didn’t think so.”
Upstairs, she carries me to her bed, laying me out on the pretty white comforter. She already changed me into mynightgown before dinner, so there’s very little blocking me from her hungry, roving gaze.
“You look pretty enough to eat, babygirl,” she purrs, climbing onto the bed with me, caging my body in with hers as she dips her head to capture my lips in a long, slow kiss.
My entire being seems to sigh with contentment, and I relax into the soft mattress beneath me. Already I can feel the day slipping away, every bit of stress and tension leaching from my muscles as she breaks the kiss to skim her lips across my jawline, down the side of my neck.
“Do you want Mommy to make you feel good, baby?” she murmurs against my throat before nipping at the sensitive skin.
I arch up with a gasp. “Yes, Mommy.”
“My pretty little baby.” Humor and need make her voice thicker, heavier than usual as she continues her trek down my body. “I would love nothing more than to make you come all over my face right this second. But we have to wait, don’t we, baby?”
Alarm bells ring in my mind. “We don’thaveto…”
“Oh, but we do.” She shifts, pulling her phone from her pocket and tapping the screen. When she sets it on the bedside table, the large, white numbers glare up at me.
“Eighteen minutes. That’s how long you have to wait before Mommy can make you come, babygirl.”
It might as well be an hour, aneternity. I can already feel the need building between my thighs with every too-gentle touch, every scrap of her teeth across my sensitive skin. Mommy pushes my nightgown up, exposing me to her gaze. “Please, Mommy,” I whine, arching up, presenting my breasts like some sort of pagan offering. “Please, I’ll be good forever, just don’t make me wait.”
“Hmm. But what kind of Mommy would I be if I didn’t follow through on my punishments, babygirl?” Dipping her head, shelatches onto my nipple, tugging the stiff peak into her mouth and sending sharp jolts of pleasure arcing through my veins.
“The nice kind!”
Her mouth vibrates with laughter, causing more of those electric bolts of pleasure to race through my body before she raises her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. “Who said I was interested in being nice?”
Fear mixes with need in a delicious cocktail that has my pussy aching for her touch. With every scrape of her teeth across my too-sensitive skin, I descend deeper into this pit of carnality until it threatens to swallow me whole.
And the whole time, I beg. I plead for mercy, for release. I vow to never be naughty again, to always go to bed when I’m told, if she’ll just take pity on me this once.
When it feels as though she’s been torturing me for hours, the alarm on her phone finally signals an end to my torment. Reaching over, she turns the infernal thing off and then finally,finallyher hands are right where I want them. Fingers spearing me, stretching me, filling me as she drives me toward the edge of insanity with aching slowness.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here, babygirl,” she murmurs against my lips. “When your Daddy gets home, we’re going to fuck you together. Would you like that, baby? For Daddy to fuck your tight little asshole while Mommy takes this sweet little cunt for the first time?”
“Y-Yes, Mommy.” If I had it my way, she’d be fucking me now, claiming every last inch of my body as hers.
