I haven’t gone down the road of trying to induce milk production, mostly because it would raise too many questions with Sebastian. But in moments like this, I wish, desperately, that I could give my babygirl what she so badly wants.
Perhaps someday. For now, I’ll have to settle for this.
And hope it’s enough for both of us.
Juniper
Closing my eyes, I suck on Mommy’s nipple, ignoring the stab of disappointment when sweet milk doesn’t instantly flood my mouth. I want so badly to be able to drink from her, but she made it clear when we first started playing together that she would not actively try to induce milk production. And Iunderstand, I do, but the Little girl inside me wants what she wants.
But bringing it up now will only serve to upset both of us, so I ignore the craving low in my belly and settle for the soothing action of sucking at her empty breast.
“My pretty baby,” Mommy murmurs, stroking her hand over my hair. “You were so good for me, princess. I am so very pleased.”
Her praise fills me up in a way little else does and I sigh happily against her breast. We lie there for a long time, with me pretending to nurse while Mommy pets my hair and tells me how pretty I looked riding the rocking horse and how proud she is of me for taking my punishment so well.
“All right, little one,” she says quietly, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “Our time is almost up. You need to drink some water and eat something before we go.”
Even though I know she’s right, I’m not ready for our time to end so I whine and suck harder on her nipple.
Beneath my cheek, her chest rises and falls on a sigh. “I know it’s hard, baby, but we have to be respectful of the people who are using the room after us. The cleaning crew needs time to come in and get things set back to rights.”
“Mm-mm,” I mumble around her nipple, refusing to let go.
“Juniper.” Mommy’s voice takes on an edge I know all too well, an edge that tells me I’m dangerously close to earning another punishment. “If Mommy has to spank you for not listening, you will be leaving this club with a plug covered in naughty girl lube in your freshly spanked bottom.”
I’m almost tempted to push her. There is a certain thrill in leaving the club with my bottom sore and plugged.
But I’m already aching all over from the crop, and the thought of enduring another spanking—especially a spanking with Mommy’s hairbrush, her favorite implement to use whenI’m being extra naughty—is enough to have me reluctantly releasing my hold on her nipple.
“That’s my good girl,” she praises, giving me another kiss on the head. “Mommy will be right back.”
Sitting up, I watch as she slips from the bed and pads over to the refrigerator in the far corner of the room. Mommy is more comfortable with her nakedness than any woman I’ve ever known, and I envy her that. While I’ve gotten used to being naked in front of strangers, I’ve never been able to embrace it with the same confidence she has.
Then again, if I looked like her with all those lush, full curves, I’d never wear any clothes anywhere.
Mommy turns back toward the bed, two bottles of water and a bag of trail mix in her hands, and pauses, a smile curving her lips. “Like what you see, little one?”
“Always, Mommy.”
“Hmm.” Returning to the bed, she leans down to capture my lips in a kiss that has my heart doing a slow roll in my chest before she hands me my water and the trail mix. “You are such a very sweet girl. These nights with you are the highlight of my week.”
“Really?”
“Of course, baby. Why do you think I asked you to reserve your Wednesdays for me?”
Twisting open my water, I jerk a shoulder. “I dunno. I never really thought about it.”
“I suppose that’s on me for not telling you sooner.” She pets my hair again, and I have to swallow hard against the lump in my throat. “You are a very special Little girl, June-bug.”
“Special enough for you to see me outside the club?”
I don’t know why I said it. I didn’t even know I wasgoingto say it until the words were out of my mouth. And when Mommy freezes beside me, my heart sinks like a stone.
“Forget I asked. It was stupid. I’m stupid.”
Soft arms wrap around me, hauling me up into Mommy’s lap as I try to blink back tears. “You are nothing of the sort, little girl. And unless you really do want to leave here with a very sore bottom, you will not ever talk about my Little girl like that again.”
“But I’m not yours. I’m notanyone’s.” The words are pouring out of me, years of frustration and heartache I can’t seem to keep bottled up any longer. “I’m good enough for a playdate or a fuck, but nothing more.”
