“Hmm. And maybe if you’re a very, very good girl, we’ll both take this pretty pussy at the same time.” She pushes a third finger inside me, and then a fourth, stretching me beyond what I thought possible as my vision goes dark at the edges. “Maybe we’ll fuck you together, until you’re just a whimpering, sobbing, incoherent mess between us. How does that sound, baby? Doyou want Mommy and Daddy to take your sweet little pussy together?”
I want all of it. All the pain, all the pleasure, all the humiliating ecstasy they can wreak on me. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as she drags me closer and closer to that cliff’s edge.
“Such a good, filthy Little girl you are. Do you want to come now, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy! Please, please, please.”
A low growl rumbles in her chest. “Then come for me, Mia.Now.”
Her sharp command shoves me straight over the edge, and I shatter with a scream, molten hot pleasure flooding my veins.
But she doesn’t stop there. If anything, her movements become more demanding, more furious as she works more toward a second orgasm. And then a third.
I lose count well before she decides she’s done with me. By the time she pulls her fingers from my sore, well-used pussy, the darkness is dragging at me, exhaustion threatening to drown me.
Too drained to fight, I give myself over to it.
And sleep.
Sloane
My sweet,sleepy babygirl.
Between the multiple orgasms and the mild sedative I put in her apple juice, she should sleep soundly tonight. Soundlyenough, if all goes to plan, for the diuretic I also added to her juice to get to work. So that when she wakes in the morning, I’ll have all the proof I need that she is, indeed, my naughty Little baby who needs her Mommy and her Daddy to take care of her.
In every possible way.
Mia
Something is wrong.
I can tell even before I wake that something isn’t quite right. Groggy and disoriented, I fight my way back to the land of the living, blinking at the light streaming in through the window.
It isn’t until I roll over, however, that I’m able to pinpoint exactly what’s wrong. The bed beneath me is wet and sticky, my nightgown plastered to my legs. Pushing up in the bed, I stare down at the yellowish stain on the perfect white sheets.
And immediately burst into tears.
“Mia? What’s wrong, baby?” Mommy’s voice is sluggish, as if she too has been pulled reluctantly from her sleep. The bed beside me shifts, and her shocked gasp fills the room. “Oh, baby. Did you have an accident?”
Choking on a sob, I force my head up and down. “I’m s-s-sorry!”
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. Mommy’s going to get you all cleaned up. Come here.”
Still sobbing, I wrap my arms around her neck when she scoops me up into her arms. How did this happen? I haven’t wetthe bed since I wasactuallya Little girl. Even when Ethan had me in diapers, I never wet myself.
In the bathroom, Mommy strips my wet clothes from my body and dumps them in the sink, all while making soft little shushing noises, telling me everything will be okay.
When I’m naked, she helps me into the tub and I sink down into the steaming hot water as tears continue to stream down my face.
“My poor baby.” Cupping my face in her hands, she brushes my tears away with gentle fingers. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Nobody is mad at you. Accidents happen.”
“N-not to me! I’m a Big g-girl!”
“Well that’s just silly. Of course you’re not a Big girl. You’re Mommy’s itty-bitty baby.”
Something about her words teases the edge of my senses, like there’s some secret there I can’t quite grasp.
I’m still struggling, trying to figure out the subtext beneath her words when another, altogether unexpected voice fills the room.
