“Mommy, please.” Her fingernails bite into my shoulder as she arches up, impaling herself on my cock. “Please, I need… I need…”
“Shhh, baby. Mommy knows what you need. Mommy always knows what you need.”
Releasing my hold on her thigh, I slide my hand between us, stroking the swollen little nub peeking out from beneath its hood, begging for Mommy’s touch.
“That’s our good girl,” Ethan croons, his dark gaze locked on mine as he presses a kiss to Mia’s shoulder. “Can you let us see how pretty you look when you come stuffed full of Mommy and Daddy’s cocks, angel?”
With every touch, every word, our movements grow more frantic. There is no careful rhythm now as we move on each other,ineach other.
“Oh, god. Daddy… Mommy… I can’t… I can’t…”
“You can, baby. You can, because you’re our good fucking girl, Mia. And you’re going to come for us,right fucking now.”
At my growled command she goes rigid, a scream tearing from her throat just as Ethan buries himself inside her, his own roar of release echoing around the room.
And just as my own need shatters inside me, sending razor-sharp shards of glass racing through my veins, shredding me from the inside out. Stars explode behind my eyelids and I swear the world goes black for a few moments as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt overtakes me.
We collapse on the bed together, a tangle of sweaty, boneless limbs. Somehow I find the strength to lift my hand, to cup my babygirl’s face as I lean in and press my lips to hers.
“That was fucking beautiful, babygirl.” Another kiss, before I lift my head, seeking my husband. His lips come crashing down on mine, his hand tangling in my hair as he kisses me breathless with our babygirl trapped between us.
When he finally releases me, I’m too exhausted to do more than snuggle up against our babygirl. “No more of this nonsense about us not being a family, little girl.”
“No, Mommy. We’re a family now, forever and ever, amen.”
Ethan leans in, capturing a giggling Mia between us as he claims my lips in a slow, deep kiss before pulling back, his eyes sparkling with love. “There you have it, Mommy. Straight from the lips of our angel. We’re a family. Forever.”
EPILOGUE
MIA
“Look at the mess you’ve made, little girl.”
Clucking her tongue at me, Mommy reaches over to wipe my face with a damp cloth while Daddy sips his coffee. The humiliation that still hasn’t quite faded even after a month in my new home floods my face.
“I can clean myself,” I whine, trying to grab the napkin from her hand.
Mommy swats my hand, not hard enough to sting, but hard enough for the humiliation heating my face to grow even hotter. Tears sting my eyes as I cradle my hand against my chest and sniff.
“You know better, Mia Grace,” Daddy scolds, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb over the spot where Mommy rapped my knuckles. “It’s Mommy and Daddy’s job to take care of you.”
It’s an argument we’ve had multiple times over the past weeks, but it always ends the same way—with me over someone’s knee, kicking and crying while they turn my bottom red. And I’ve learned from painful experience that Mommy has no problem spanking my bare bottom in a public bathroom or changing room or really any somewhat private space she can find.
So I don’t argue, even though I’m still embarrassed beyond all reason, and I sit as still as possible while Mommy wipes my face clean.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
That voice, cold and dripping with condescension, freezes me in place. Daddy’s hand tightens on mine while Mommy cranes her neck to look up at the intruder.
“Carl,” Daddy says, the fury he clearly feels reverberating in his voice. “What a… pleasure to see you here.”
My asshole ex smirks down at us. “I see you finally found someone to treat you like the baby you really are, Mia. I wonder, do they know how much you enjoy wearing a diaper? Are you wearing one right now? Do you piss yourself for them, Mia?”
He isn’t bothering to keep his voice down at all, and the humiliation I feel now is nothing like the sexy, fun kind my Mommy and Daddy force me to endure on a daily basis. This humiliation is sick and cold, coating my stomach and threatening to force the contents back up.
Rising from her chair, Mommy positions herself between me and Carl. When she speaks her voice is calm, but deadly in a way I’ve never heard from her before. “If you want to leave this restaurant with all your teeth intact, I suggest you turn around and go.Now.”
Carl doesn’t even flinch. If anything, his smirk only grows more smug. “You really think I’m scared of you, bitch?”
