Mommy’s Top Drawer

by Tina Moore

  “I wouldn’t know where to start Mommy,” Rosie replied, shaking her head, letting her hair fall out of Alana's fingers. She dried her tears, got up, and rested against a wall. Alana stayed sitting on the sofa watching the girl she wanted so badly to own, struggle with her demons and exhaled in frustration.

  “I’ve got you, nothing bad is going to happen to you now little one,” Alana said as Rosie walked back to her and lay back down, getting gently rocked in Alana’s loving arms.

  Chapter 3

  Alana held Rosie through the night, feeding her pizza and watching as she got drunk in her arms, not wanting to be let go. As the night reached midnight, Alana carefully placed Rosie down in her bed and tucked in the blankets around the young girl’s slender body. Coming to gently rest next to Rosie, Alana stroked her hair as she fell asleep, happy when Rosie cuddled into her curvier side as she slept. Alana wondered how she had so easily become so heavily caught up into Rosie’s world, her last thought as her eyes finally shut.

  “Good morning sweetheart,” Alana said, coming into the bedroom with coffee and bagels. She walked to the balcony windows and opened them, peering down onto the street that had come to life underneath them. She smiled to herself, thinking of how the paparazzi would go crazy to know that Rosie was sleepily waking up in her bed. Alana looked back and saw Rosie open her eyes and blink slowly, looking around to try and find Alana.

  “Hey,” Rosie said, sitting up and watching Alana light a cigarette.

  “Howdy,” Alana replied winking at the starlet. She liked watching Rosie more than she wished she did and stayed out on the balcony as she watched her stretch her slim arms up and pull her hair into a messy ponytail. She had slept naked and walked her vulnerable body towards Alana, stopping when she got to the entrance to the balcony.

  “Do you know how to make a million dollars in five seconds?” Rosie giggled taking Alana’s cigarette and walking naked out onto the balcony, making Alana smirk.

  “Get back in here,” Alana laughed, pulling Rosie into her and holding her naked body, shielding her from the street and pushing her back inside.

  “I know how to make a billion darling,” Alana teased, pushing Rosie onto the bed and jumping on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. Rosie’s playful laughs quietened, and she began breathing nervously, making Alana grind her teeth and hop off her.

  “What are you going to do today?” Alana said, taking a coffee and sipping it while looking at Rosie.

  “You,” Rosie said, slipping off the bed and getting onto her knees, pulling Alana forward by the top of her skirt and pulling it up before Alana could stop her.

  “Whoa hey,” Alana said as she felt Rosie’s tongue taste her through her panties.

  “Oh, baby, you don’t have to,” Alana stuttered between breaths, spreading her thighs and placing her hand on the back of Rosie’s head.

  “It feels like you want me too,” Rosie laughed before sucking on Alana’s pussy lips and pulling her panties to the side, sliding her tongue up and down Alana’s slit. Alana closed her eyes and rolled her head back; she hadn’t thought Rosie would be so good.

  “You’re wet, Mommy,” Rosie said. Alana suddenly opened her eyes and cupped Rosie’s chin before looking at her angrily in the eyes.

  “What did you just call me?” She demanded making Rosie try to cower away, Alana making it impossible by her grip.

  “Mommy,” Rosie whispered, looking down and going red.

  “Fuck, good girl,” Alana said, pushing Rosie’s mouth back as she stood over her, pushing her hot cunt against the young girl’s face.

  “Lick Mommy’s pussy baby girl,” Alana said, reaching down and slapping Rosie’s tits and flicking her nipples. Rosie dipped her tongue into Alana’s pussy, moaning as she tasted her juices as Alana began to rub her clit.

  “Fuck,” Alana moaned slowly as she grabbed a handful of Rosie’s hair and pulled her head back, taking her mouth off her creaming pussy.

  “I can’t baby I’m sorry,” Alana said, gently wiping her pussy juices off Rosie’s mouth, kissing her tenderly and pulling her to her feet. Alana readjusted her panties and skirt and sat on the edge of the bed with a very confused Rosie.

  “Um, do I suck?” Rosie asked nervously.

  “Coz I’ve never fucked a girl before so like, I don’t know what the go is,” Rosie started to say, stopping when she saw Alana shake her head.

  “No baby, you don’t suck at all! I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Alana said, making Rosie roll her eyes.

  “I wish you did,” Rosie said, going over to where her clothes were laying and getting dressed.

  “I suppose that I should be grateful that you are so respectful or whatever, but seriously, do you know how many people want to fuck me and you just turned me down like what the fuck,” Rosie said. Alana let her rant and passed her a coffee as she walked towards the door.

  “Do you think I don't want to fuck you? Is that what it felt like when I dripped in that pretty little mouth?" Alana said, taking Rosie by the hips and grinding into her making Rosie soften her angry eyes.

  “Then why don’t you want me?” Rosie whined, letting Alana rub her breasts against Rosie’s face as she was cuddled.

  “I do want you. Though anyone can have this little thing, I want it for keeps baby girl. So until you give it all to Mommy, you can play with everyone but me. Think about it,” Alana said, groping Rosie's pussy as she spoke, making her a moaning mess in her hands before kissing the top of her head and gently pushing her out the door and closing it behind her. Alana took a breath and sighed as she shook her head in disbelief that she had firstly, fell for Rosie and secondly, stopped her slutty little mouth when she had been the best Alana had ever had in a long time.

  Alana spent the rest of the day finishing Rosie’s photos and getting multiple texts from Rosie in various positions. Her young firm body making Alana edit her image to capture Rosie like the slut she wanted to be.

  “Stop it,” Alana said when Rosie answered her phone.

  “Stop what?” Rosie giggled down the phone, making Alana smile.

  “Stop sending me photos of you trying to win the award for the biggest whore of the year,” Alana said firmly.

  “Yes Mommy,” Rosie teased making Alana have more ideas than she wished she did.

  “Oh, baby girl, you don’t want to start this game with me. Mommy doesn’t play nice,” Alana warned making Rosie stop her giggling and go quiet on the phone.

  “Yes, Mommy,” was all that came after a few seconds, silence.

  “I’m finished your photos. I think you’ll like them; it’s what you were after,” Alana said, wanting to bring some professionalism back to the dynamic, but Rosie wasn’t interested.

  “What do you mean, you don’t play nice?” She questioned making Alana roll her eyes.

  “They are printed and framed to the specifications you requested, where am I dropping them off?” Alana said, ignoring Rosie’s curiosity.

  “That wasn’t my question,” Rosie replied. Alana thought for a minute before speaking again.

  “You must be confused little one; Mommy doesn’t answer to you, ever. Tell me where you need them dropped off now,” Alana said sternly, taking Rosie by surprise.

  “5th Ave, there’s a hotel there, I’ll get someone to text you the address, I don’t know the name of it,” Rosie said before hanging up the phone, put out that Alana wasn’t letting her have her way.

  Chapter 4

  The second week of Alana’s trip was coming to an end, and she knew two things. The first was that Rosie hadn’t messaged or called her since she had turned her down and the second was that she was pretty sure she knew why. There had been newspaper articles written about it, morning TV programs talking about it and social media had blown up over it. The series had been shown to the public before the auction, and it had all but broken the internet. With its only aim to seduce and tease, the media had analyzed it as though it would cure cancer. The only commo
nality that tied everyone’s opinions together was the intensity in their feeling. They either loved it, or they hated it, and they pleaded their cases with equal enthusiasm. Calling Alana’s work a modern day masterpiece and a complete representation of a desperate millennial, Alana wondered how she would ever be able to move forward. She had stayed indoors, annoyed the paparazzi had been hounding her hotel since the piece had been unveiled.

  Ordering room service for the third day in a row, Alana looked online to see if the photos were still trending when her phone rang.

  “Hey, I was just thinking about you,” Alana said before Rosie could speak.

  “It's a bit crazy, right? I didn't think this would happen,” Rosie said back, a smile escaping her voice. Alana was relieved that Rosie seemed unscathed by the brutal publicity.

  “So how are you holding up?” Alana asked nervously.

  “The only way I know how,” Rosie replied, making Alana curious.

  “Meaning?” Alana prompted. Rosie sighed as if she knew that Alana wouldn’t approve of her coping methods.

  “I’ve been partying ever since they were unveiled, I’m not even sure what day it is,” Rosie said leaving out the parts where she had done more drugs than her body could hold, drank her bar dry and if it weren’t for her very loyal security she would have had the paparazzi photos to prove it.

  “Oh,” Alana replied, unsure of what to say.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re alright. Why are you calling me?” She added, not wanting Rosie to think she was judging her.

  “I wanted to see if you wanted to come over,” Rosie laughed.

  “For what? Partying? Not my scene,” Alana said, enjoying Rosie’s giggle down the phone.

  “No, not so much of a party, as more of a, um, softer kind of time,” Rosie said being very cryptic. Alana knew what Rosie wanted and gave a sideward smile as she thought.

  "I don't know, from the sounds of things, you haven't been a very good girl," Alana said, hoping that she wasn't on the loudspeaker.

  "Well maybe I do deserve a punishment then Mommy," Rosie replied, making Alana's eyes go wide.

  “You couldn’t handle Mommy’s punishments baby girl,” Alana said, teasing her.

  “Oh please Mommy,” Rosie said just before Alana hung up the phone. Sending Rosie a text instead, wanting her to read it over and over before she saw her.

  Get in the shower and make sure you’re clean for me. I want you naked in bed when I see you; your sheets better be clean too. Take out a toy you want to play with and have it laying at the end of your bed. I’m going to push you today sweet baby, love Mommy.

  Alana was let into Rosie’s house by her maid who received a generous tip making the maid look confused at Alana.

  "For your discretion," Alana said, looking the maid in the eyes who just nodded her head and pointed upstairs. Alana climbed the marble stairwell and walked along the hallway to Rosie's room, opening the door slowly.

  “I’m in here, Mommy,” Rosie excitedly said when she saw Alana. Alana stopped and looked at Rosie, enjoying how easy it had been to get her naked and willing to be fucked. Closing the door and locking it behind her, Alana slowly made her way to the bed, climbing on top and eyeing Rosie predatorily.

  “What a cute little girl,” Alana said as she stroked Rosie’s face lovingly, making her gasp when she firmly slapped her cheek.

  “I told you Mommy was going to push you today, sweetheart,” Alana said, taking the pink bunny Rosie was cuddling and gave her red cheek kisses with it.

  "Good thing bunny is here to kiss you better baby because Mommy isn't going to today," Alana said, getting up and going to her bag she had left at the door. She opened the bag, winking at Rosie who just giggled and took out two black silk ties and a strap-on.

  “I wonder what fun I can have with these,” Alana teased as she dropped the ties on Rosie’s body and began to fasten the harness of the strap-on, enjoying the knowledge that Rosie would have to cum several times before it would fit her tight pussy. Alana took the ties and gently tied Rosie’s ankles together, rubbing her freshly shaven cunt softly, parting her pussy lips and spitting on her clit before moving up to her wrists.

  “So you want to play with your nipple clamps today little one?” Alana asked securing them onto Rosie, making her moan and squirm around.

  “Oh, you thought I’d be gentle? Silly little girl, you aren’t listening to Mommy, are you?” Alana said, placing her larger hand on Rosie’s neck and squeezing until she was gasping.

  “Start playing with yourself little one, you’ll want to get nice and wet for Mommy or what I’ll do to you will hurt even more,” Alana said taking Rosie’s writing hand and tying it above her head, gently slapping her tits until Rosie was playing with herself at a pace Alana was satisfied with.

  “Good girl,” Alana said, sitting back and stroking the big black dildo she had claimed as her own. The black silicon of the cock glistened as Alana pushed it into Rosie’s mouth, taking out her camera and photographing the compromised girl making her startle.

  “Alana don’t,” Rosie said, pulling back and refusing her cock. Alana laughed and sat back and took photos of Rosie until she merely lay still on her back.

  “These are just for me baby girl,” Alana said, filling Rosie’s mouth once again.

  "Suck it, bitch," Alana commanded when Rosie tried to refuse her again, flicking the firm clamps on her nipples until she obeyed.

  "Let me explain something to you, you pretty little slut, you're Mommy's plaything, and I am going to do whatever the fuck I want with you. If that means I want to take your photo, I'm going to fucking take your photo, and all that'll happen if you try to stop me is this," Alana said reaching behind her and slapping Rosie’s pussy and roughly parted her pussy lips, fingering her with two fingers roughly as she screamed and moaned around Alana’s cock.

  “I know you’d take it. Little whores like you always do,” Alana said as Rosie tried to match her thrusts, grinding into Alana’s palm and sucking harder as Alana fucked her cunt and her mouth.

  “Mommy I,” Rosie started to say, stopping when Alana pulled out of her mouth and covered her lips with her hand.

  “You’d better start with sorry Mommy baby girl,” Alana said, pushing Rosie’s head back firmly until her eyes began to water. Raising an eyebrow and waiting for a response, Rosie nodded as Alana took her hand away.

  “Sorry Mommy,” Rosie meekly said making Alana smile. She lay down next to Rosie and pulled her into her, making her arms and legs stretch.

  “Mommy’s sweet baby. You’re not so naughty now are you sweet girl,” Alana said, taking a paci gag and securing it around the back of Rosie’s head.

  "Do you remember the safe words or actions in this case, baby girl?" Alana asked Rosie as she stroked her hair and ran her fingernails up and down Rosie's back. Rosie smiled behind the gag and nodded her head before Alana kissed her forehead and placed her hand on her throat again.

  “Good, then Mommy can get to work,” Alana said, squeezing tightly on Rosie’s throat and spitting into her hand. She began rubbing her cock again, slapping it against Rosie’s cheek until she had covered both cheeks with her spit. Alana moved down to Rosie’s thighs and gripped them firmly, pulling them apart before spitting on Rosie’s already wet pussy. Alana smirked when she saw that Rosie had stopped playing with herself.

  "Did I fucking say to stop?" Alana said using both hands to firmly slap Rosie's thighs until her handprints had made them burn red and Rosie squirm uncontrollably trying to escape.

  “You’re mine bitch, and you aren’t going anywhere,” Alana explained as she stretched Rosie's pussy and forcibly entered her, making her squeal and moan. Thrusting into her aggressively, Alana watched as the young girl became a hot mess in front of her, reminding her of the French girl she had used less than a month ago. Losing her train of thought, Alana shook her head and looked down at the famous girl's fuck doll-like body and reached for her un-tied wrist, deciding it was time to secu
re that as well.

  "Come here, darling," Alana said, letting her affection for the girl escape her voice. But Rosie didn't notice; she was too busy having her fifth orgasm as Alana plowed her young cunt with a vengeance while she tied her wrist above her head. Alana couldn't care less how many orgasms Rosie had or if she even had any at all, Rosie's pleasure was of zero consequence to Alana, she was just there for Alana's pleasure. Alana smirked as she held Rosie's pelvis down, her hands on either side of the young girl’s body and watched as her tummy was pushed out by the huge cock Alana was happily destroying her with the force she had used on Rosie at the beginning now less than necessary as her wet pussy took Alana's long strokes while she was slapped over and over. Rosie's slender body turning red as Alana marked her soft skin.

  “I want you to finish me baby girl,” Alana said suddenly breaking her rhythm and pulling down the gag as she sat on top of Rosie’s mouth as her last orgasm hit, shooting down Rosie’s throat as she squirted taking Rosie by surprise.

  “Swallow Mommy baby girl,” Alana said lovingly while grinding deeply on Rosie’s mouth, enjoying using her as if she were a common street whore.

  Chapter 5

  Alana woke up to Rosie’s hair tickling her face, and she slowly opened her eyes letting them adjust to the moonlight streaming through the windows and felt the familiar hollow of her heart she tried so hard to fill. She lifted her arms to the ceiling and checked her phone. It was only 2:30 in the morning; she knew the bars and clubs would still be open and slowly crept out of bed as to not wake Rosie. Taking a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey from the nightstand, Alana made her way out to the balcony and into the cold air of the night. Watching the garden lights flicker and the blue lights of the lagoon style pool, Alana sat and watched the darkness. She could feel it. The evil she had outran but never been able to out-grow. The memories haunting her like the wind, always there, however calm or fierce. She popped the cork of the bottle and let it fall onto the floor as she tilted her head back to drink the liquid that did nothing but burn her throat before she lit her cigarette and blew the smoke into the night. The stars that she knew where there weren’t seen from the cloudy night sky, and she wondered what would happen if she just stopped trying. What the sound would be like if she were to fall to the ground if anyone would miss her. Drinking again, she could feel the alcohol start to warm her body and pulse through her veins.