Being Their Baby by Korey Mae Johnson Page B

felt short of breath. She felt out of control of her muscles, as if they were being stretched or moved when they’d never even been used before. “Oh… Wait… Wait! Stop! Oh… !”
    “Relax, angel, and let go,” Elizabeth ordered.
    “Mommy…” Sophie suddenly bellowed, followed by tears. Her inner muscles were clenching and clenching, and it felt like every muscle in her body was ticking, too; even muscles in her knees seemed like they were twitching in reaction to the explosion in her core.
    Sophie felt like she was in the middle of a white, cotton haze. Her hearing seemed like it was coming and going, as well as her sight. She couldn’t even think, her brain feeling quite mushy and dreamy…
    Finally, her mind cleared, and Elizabeth was there, petting Sophie’s hair. “You’re a good girl,” she cooed.
    Sophie swallowed and croaked, “What? What…”
    Elizabeth kissed her mouth again, and then stroked her forehead, lovingly leaning her body over her. “You liked calling me Mommy, didn’t you, baby girl?” Elizabeth said, rubbing her inner thigh. “I liked it, too. I’m going to make a new rule for you—when we’re in this house, that’s what you’ll call me. I want you to have it in your mind that I’m in charge, I love you, and you need to depend on me. In return, I’ll give you everything you need, won’t I?”
    Shame reemerged. Did she seriously mean for Sophie to call her that outside of the bedroom? Inside, it was pretty hot, even taboo and forbidden… But outside? That would mean… “No, not in front of the guys!” Sophie pleaded. “Please? Please ?”
    “There aren’t any secrets between me and them,” Elizabeth assured. “You need to realize that we’re all a family here. You will call me Mommy in front of them, is that clear?”
    Sophie puffed her cheeks out. “No,” she said defiantly, even though she did like saying it in bed. She wasn’t even sure why, or what she was thinking, but it seemed to right and natural to do so. “No,” she said again, more firmly. It would be just too humiliating. She was even embarrassed for liking how calling her that had hardened her nipples and excited her.
    Elizabeth shifted and lifted Sophie’s chin up. “Sophie, that’s a rule. I mean it. If you don’t follow a rule, you’ll get a spanking. Is that clear?”
    “It’s embarrassing, though!” Sophie complained, pouting.
    “I don’t care, it’ll make me happy,” Elizabeth said, grabbing her chin tighter. “Sophia Lynn? Do we need to have this conversation over my knee? Ma’am or Mommy are the only things you can call me.”
    Sophie’s mouth felt dry as she imagined how odd the men downstairs would think she was, but it was quite apparent that Elizabeth wasn’t going to argue about it. Sophie grimaced for a second, but then said, “Y-yes… Mommy .”
    “Good girl.” She kissed her again and let go of her chin. “I’m sorry I’m so strict. You should realize I’m big on being in charge. Are you sure you want a relationship with me?” Elizabeth blinked at her, seeming prepared for any response.
    Adamant over Elizabeth believing her, Sophie cried, “I do! I do!”
    Elizabeth smiled with delight and rubbed her thigh. “I love you, my little Sophie-kins,” she said, which was the first time she’d ever called Sophie by any name less formal than “Sophia.” Sophie smiled at the affectionate term, and how Elizabeth kissed her on the nose afterward, but then Elizabeth slowly sat up and began to put her bra and her shirt back on.
    “Mommy,” Sophie said, trying the word to see how it felt on her tongue, “where are you going?”
    “To go see Josh, honey,” Elizabeth replied with a warm smile. “I’ve wanted to do something to him all morning.”
    Sophie pouted, knowing that Elizabeth meant that she was going to go have sex with Josh. “I can take care of…” she offered, feeling humiliated in not being able to bring Elizabeth pleasure.
    “No, honey,”