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“I would love to.”

Mommy’s voice is husky with need, and it only serves to make my blood heat as they each station themselves at one end of the changing table. Hooking my knees over his arms, Daddy pushes my legs wide, hunger in his gaze as he looks down at me.

“Our angel. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Then his mouth is on me, and my world narrows to just this table, where I’m spread out like a feast for Daddy with my Mommy’s hands sliding down my chest to cup my breasts.

“Don’t you look so pretty like this, baby, with Daddy’s head between your thighs.” Slender fingers pluck at my nipples and I arch up with a gasp as pleasure floods my body. “Are you going to come all over Daddy’s face, angel?”

“Y-yes, Mommy!” The cry rips from me as she gives my nipples an extra-hard pinch, sending shockwaves of pain to join the pleasure from Daddy’s tongue on my clit.

Daddy’s hold on my thighs tightens, more little bites of pain that leave me whining and panting and close to tears as I writhe on the table.

“Please… please, I want…”

“Shhh, baby.” Chuckling softly, Mommy gives my nipples a sharp twist and the tears I’d been holding back spill down my cheeks. “We know exactly what you need. Be a good girl and come for us, sweet angel.”

Even if I’d wanted to defy them, I wouldn’t have had a chance. The orgasm doesn’t simply wash over me—it shatters me. Rips me apart from the inside out. My entire body feels as if it’s on fire as I scream out my release.

I’m still panting from my explosive orgasm when I feel the soft cotton of my diaper wrapping around me. Someone lifts me up to a sitting position and someone else pulls a t-shirt over my head.

No, not a t-shirt, I realize when they reach between my thighs to snap the fabric together. A onesie.

A voice in the very back of my head protests, but I’m too worn out from the events of the day to pay much attention. Instead, I let myself be coddled and cooed over as Daddy picks me up from the changing table.

“You’ve had such a big day, little one,” he says, his voice soft and shockingly tender in light of everything they’ve put me through since I walked onto that plane. “Mommy has a treat for you, and then you need to sleep.”

I want to tell them it’s too early for bed, but I can already feel the exhaustion dragging at me as he settles me on Mommy’s lap.

“Open up, angel.”

As if in a trance, I obediently open my mouth, expecting to feel the rubber tip of a bottle in my mouth. Instead, what slips between my lips is a very real, very human nipple.

Mommy’s nipple.

Instinctively, I suckle, and I’m rewarded with the taste of warm, sweet milk on my tongue. I’ve heard about the “cows” on the island, of course, but I’ve never been able to get up enough courage to go visit them.

Now, I wonder how much delicious milk I’ve missed out on the past few years as I drink greedily from Mommy’s breast.

“Someone is thirsty,” Mommy says with a quiet laugh as we begin to move. Back and forth, back and forth, and it takes me a moment to realize she’s rocking me to sleep while I nurse.

It is, quite possibly, the most perfect moment of my life. And I know as I lie there, my eyes slowly drifting closed, that I’ll never be the same.

Celeste

Somehow I manage to wait until Graham closes the nursery door behind us before I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and dragging him down for a brutal, hungry kiss. My husband’s fingers dig into my hips as I open for him, not welcoming but demanding more, more, more.

“Bedroom,” he growls against my lips. “Now.”

“Can’t wait.” Panting for breath, I tug desperately at his tie, the buttons of his shirt, anything I can get my hands on that’s separating me from him. “Need you.”

“Impatient brat.” A low, wicked chuckle accompanies his words, sending a lightning bolt of need straight to my clit. “Maybe I should tie you to the bed and see how long I can make you wait before I let you come.”

Gripping the top of his shirt, I yank hard, and buttons go flying as I expose his broad, muscular chest to my gaze. “Sadistic bastard.”

“I am. And you love that about me.”

“I really fucking do.”