Chapter 26 — Mommy Quinn

Elara whimpered beneath Quinn’s touch as the girl nibbled at her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Quinnnn,” she whined, her voice trembling with confusion and something hotter, “what are you doing... this is...” Her words dissolved into a soft moan as Quinn’s teeth grazed her neck, a gentle bite that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her knees buckled slightly, and she had to grip Quinn’s shoulders to steady herself.

Quinn’s fingers traced along Elara’s jawline, her touch deliberate and possessive. She tilted Elara’s chin up, their foreheads pressing together as their lips brushed her own. “Mommy needs to make sure her baby knows what a good girl she is,” Quinn whispered, her voice low and dripping with intent. Then she closed the gap, kissing Elara lightly at first, her lips soft but commanding.

“But... I’m not a bab—” Elara started to protest, her voice weak and uncertain, but Quinn cut her off with a deep, lingering kiss. It was hungry, consuming, leaving no room for argument as Quinn’s tongue slipped past her lips, claiming her completely.

Pulling back just enough to speak, Quinn’s eyes bored into Elara’s. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” she asked, her tone leaving no doubt that it wasn’t really a question.

“I... I...” Elara stammered, her mind reeling from the intensity of it all. Her hesitation only seemed to fuel Quinn further. A low growl rumbled from her throat, primal and possessive, as her fingers tightened on Elara’s jaw, holding her in place with a grip that screamed ownership.

Before Elara could catch her breath, Quinn tugged her gently but firmly across the room toward the crib. Quinn sat down on the edge of it, and before Elara could even process what was happening, she found herself pulled over Quinn’s lap. One strong arm pinned her down across the small of her back, ensuring she couldn’t wriggle free. A yelp of surprise escaped her lips as she squirmed helplessly, but she was at a severe disadvantage in this position. “Quinn!!!” she cried out, half-protest, half-plea.

Elara yelped again as Quinn flipped up the hem of her skirt with ease, exposing the backs of her thighs and the soggy diaper beneath. A sharp smack landed on one bare thigh, stinging just enough to make her gasp. “No no no,” Quinn said in a sultry purr that sent heat straight through Elara’s core. “It’s Mommy tonight.”

“But but but…” Elara whimpered pitifully, trying to form coherent words through the haze of embarrassment and sensation. Another smack landed on the other cheek, drawing another sharp yelp from her.

“Mommyyy…” Quinn teased, dragging out the word as if savoring it. Her hand lingered after the spank, groping at Elara’s ass through the damp padding of the diaper, kneading the flesh beneath with deliberate slowness.

Elara’s face burned as she mumbled against her better judgment, “Mommy…”

She could hear the grin in Quinn’s voice without even seeing her face. “That’s better.” Several more playful swats landed on Elara’s bum—light but firm enough to keep her squirming—as Quinn continued to feel her up. Her hands squeezed at Elara’s thighs, fingers digging into sensitive skin just below where the diaper ended. “Such a good little girl when you try.”

As much as Elara wanted to fight back—to push off Quinn’s lap and reclaim some shred of decorum—she couldn’t deny the truth burning inside her. Each smack, each teasing touch sent sparks of arousal shooting through her body.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she squirmed under the weight of that possessive touch. The heat from each playful swat lingered on her skin, mingling with the damp cling of the diaper against her most sensitive areas. She felt utterly exposed, pinned across those firm thighs, yet every nerve in her body seemed to hum with a forbidden thrill.

“See? Not so hard to be good for me,” that teasing voice murmured above her, dripping with satisfaction. A hand slid up her thigh again, fingers pressing into the soft flesh just below the diaper’s edge. “You like this more than you’re letting on, don’t you?”

She bit her lip harder, trying to stifle another whimper, but it slipped out anyway—a soft, needy sound that betrayed her. Her face burned hotter as she turned her head, burying it against the side of the crib mattress to hide her shame. “I... I don’t...” she mumbled, barely audible, her voice trembling with conflict.

A low chuckle answered her, and another light smack landed on her backside, making her hips jolt involuntarily. “Don’t lie to Mommy now. I can feel how much you’re enjoying this.” The hand groped again, squeezing through the soggy padding, sending a fresh wave of sensation through her core. “Look at you, all squirmy and flushed. So cute when you’re like this.”

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking some relief from the building ache, but the position over that lap made it impossible to hide anything. Another set of fingers tangled into her hair, tugging gently but firmly to lift her head back up. “No hiding from me. I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum.”

She whimpered again, eyes darting up to meet a gaze so intense it made her stomach flip. The grip on her hair held her there, forcing her to stay present as another slow, teasing spank landed, this time lingering with a rub that sent shivers straight through her. “P-please...” she breathed out, not even sure what she was asking for—relief, release, or just an end to the torment of being so worked up.

“Please, what?” The voice was all honeyed taunt now, lips curling into a smirk as a thumb brushed over her flushed cheek. “Use your words, baby girl. Tell Mommy what you need.”

Her mind spun, torn between embarrassment and desperation as those hands kept exploring, one still gripping her thigh while the other traced lazy circles over the small of her back. Every touch seemed calculated to drive her further into this haze of want, stripping away any pretense of resistance. “I... I need...” she started, voice cracking as she struggled to form coherent thoughts.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” came the soothing reply, though the glint in those eyes promised anything but mercy. The hand on her thigh slid higher, slipping just under the edge of the diaper’s padding, fingertips brushing bare skin and drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. “Just relax and let me make you feel good. That’s what good girls get.”

The promise hung heavy in the air as she trembled under that touch, every inch of her body hyper-aware of where those fingers lingered next. Her protests melted into quiet moans, surrender creeping in despite herself.

Elara’s breath hitched as Quinn’s fingers lingered just under the edge of the soggy padding, brushing against her heated skin with a slowness that made her squirm. Her body tensed over Quinn’s lap, every nerve on edge as those fingertips danced closer to where she ached most, teasing without giving her what she craved.

“Damn, you’re so responsive,” Quinn murmured, her voice low and laced with amusement. Her other hand slid up Elara’s back, pressing down just enough to keep her pinned in place while her exploring fingers traced lazy circles along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I can feel you trembling already. You’re practically begging for it.”

Elara bit her lip, a muffled whimper escaping as she tried to shift her hips, chasing more contact, but Quinn’s grip held firm, keeping her exactly where she wanted her. “M-Mommy…” she stammered, voice shaky and barely above a whisper, her face burning with a mix of shame and need.

“What’s that?” Quinn teased, leaning down so her breath ghosted over Elara’s ear, sending another shiver through her. Her hand squeezed the flesh of Elara’s thigh. “You gotta speak up if you want something. I’m not a mind reader.”

Elara’s hands clenched into fists against the crib mattress, her whole body flushed as Quinn’s fingers dipped slightly further under the diaper’s edge, brushing against the damp heat there before pulling back again—a cruel tease that left her whining softly. “Please… don’t stop,” she finally managed, her voice cracking with desperation.

“Oh, I don’t plan to,” Quinn said with a wicked chuckle, her free hand sliding down to grope at Elara’s ass through the padding, squeezing hard enough to make the material crinkle loudly in the quiet room. “I’m having way too much fun watching you fall apart like this.” Her fingers returned to that torturous spot on Elara’s inner thigh, stroking back and forth, so close but never quite touching where she needed it most.

Elara’s hips twitched involuntarily, a frustrated moan slipping out as Quinn kept up the relentless teasing. “You’re… such an asshole,” she muttered under her breath, though there was no real venom in it—just raw, needy frustration.

Quinn laughed outright at that, smacking Elara’s thigh lightly with her palm before rubbing over the stinging spot. “And yet here you are, all worked up and dripping for me. Funny how that works.” Her hand slipped higher again, fingertips grazing just along the seam of bare skin and padding, sending electric jolts through Elara’s core. “Tell me how bad you want it. I wanna hear you say it.”

Elara groaned, burying her face against the mattress for a moment before turning her head just enough to glare half-heartedly at Quinn. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she panted, though her body betrayed her words as her hips pressed back slightly into Quinn’s touch.

“Hell yeah, I am,” Quinn shot back, grinning as she leaned down to nip at the shell of Elara’s ear, making her gasp again. Her groping hand moved lower, squeezing at the back of Elara’s thighs while the other continued its maddeningly slow exploration, brushing closer and closer but always pulling away at the last second. “Now come on, don’t keep me waiting. Tell me how much you need me to touch you right now.”

Elara whimpered, her resolve crumbling under the weight of sensation and Quinn’s taunting voice. “I… I need it,” she admitted finally, voice barely audible as her cheeks burned hotter than ever. “Please, just… touch me already.”

“That’s more like it,” Quinn purred, rewarding her with a slow, deliberate stroke of her fingers right where Elara ached most, drawing out a sharp moan from deep in her throat. “Good girl. Let’s see how much more I can make you squirm.”

Quinn’s fingers finally slid inside the damp edge of Elara’s diaper, brushing against her soaked pussy with a slow touch that made her entire body jolt. The contact was electric, sending a sharp gasp ripping from Elara’s throat as her hips bucked involuntarily against the teasing digits.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Quinn rasped, her voice thick with hunger as she dragged her fingertips along the slick folds, spreading the heat with agonizing precision. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

Elara could barely form a coherent thought, her breath hitching as she squirmed over Quinn’s lap. “Y-yeah… don’t stop,” she managed to choke out, her voice raw and desperate, hands gripping the crib mattress for any kind of anchor.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” Quinn growled, pressing one finger just barely inside, circling slowly to draw out another shaky moan. “Not until you’re a complete mess for me.” Her other hand squeezed Elara’s thigh hard, keeping her pinned as she worked that single digit deeper, curling it slightly to hit just the right spot.

“Shit—!” Elara whimpered, her body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through her. The soggy padding crinkled loudly with every tiny movement, amplifying her humiliation but somehow making it hotter. “That’s… fuck, keep going.”

Quinn chuckled darkly, adding a second finger to stretch her a little more, pumping them in and out at a torturous pace. “Listen to you, begging already. You sound so damn needy.” Her thumb brushed over Elara’s clit suddenly, rubbing small circles that made her cry out and arch against the hold on her thigh.

“Please… faster,” Elara panted, her face burning as she gave in completely, hips rocking into Quinn’s hand despite herself. Every stroke sent sparks shooting up her spine, building tension low in her belly.

“You want faster?” Quinn teased, leaning down to bite at her shoulder lightly, teeth grazing skin. “Gonna have to earn it. Tell me how fucking good this feels.” She slowed her fingers deliberately, dragging them out almost entirely before pushing back in deep, making sure every nerve screamed for more.

“It’s… so good,” Elara gasped out between moans, voice breaking as Quinn’s thumb pressed harder on her clit. “Feels amazing—don’t stop, please, I’m so close.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Quinn purred, picking up the pace now, fingers thrusting steadily while her thumb kept working tight circles. “Come on then, let go for me. I wanna feel you fall apart right here.” Her free hand groped at Elara’s ass again through the diaper, squeezing possessively as she drove her closer to the edge.

Elara’s moans grew louder, unrestrained now as her body tensed, every muscle coiling tight under Quinn’s relentless touch. “I’m—I’m gonna—” she stuttered, cut off by a sharp cry as pleasure crashed over her, shaking through her core while Quinn kept moving inside her, drawing it out until she was whimpering from overstimulation.

“Fuck yes,” Quinn murmured approvingly, slowing down but not pulling away yet, letting her fingers linger as aftershocks twitched through Elara’s frame. “Look at you, all spent and still so damn cute.” She pressed a rough kiss to the back of Elara’s neck before finally easing her hand out from under the padding, leaving her panting and boneless across her lap.

Quinn smirked as she pulled her soaked fingers from between Elara’s thighs, glistening with her arousal. Without hesitation, she brought them to Elara’s lips, pressing them against her trembling mouth. “Suck them clean,” she ordered.

Elara’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she parted her lips, taking the digits into her mouth. The taste of herself was sharp, making her whimper softly as her tongue swirled around Quinn’s fingers, sucking obediently while those piercing eyes watched every move.

“Good,” Quinn growled, pulling her hand back with a satisfied nod. In one swift motion, she gripped Elara’s hips and rolled her onto her back in the crib, the mattress creaking under their weight. Elara’s breath hitched as she lay there, still reeling, looking up at Quinn, who towered over her with a predatory grin.

Quinn didn’t waste a second, stripping off her top and skirt until she was down to nothing but her own soaked diaper, the padding visibly damp and clinging to her curves. She loomed above, hands braced on either side of Elara’s head. “If you think I’m gonna let you off that easily, you are sadly mistaken,” she said, as she climbed atop Elara, straddling her hips.

Elara whimpered beneath her, feeling the weight and heat of Quinn pressing down, their diapers crinkling loudly with every shift. “W-what are you…” she started, voice shaky, but the words faltered as Quinn leaned down, lips brushing against hers in a teasing graze.

“Shh,” Quinn hushed, grinding her hips slowly against Elara’s, the friction of their padded layers sending sparks through them both. “I’m nowhere near done with you. You got yours—now it’s my turn.” Her hands slid down Elara’s sides, gripping at the edges of her diaper as she rocked harder, drawing a soft moan from herself.

Elara squirmed under the pressure, hands instinctively grabbing at Quinn’s thighs for something to hold onto. “Fuck… you’re relentless,” she gasped out, feeling the heat building again despite how spent she already was.

“Damn right I am,” Quinn shot back with a wicked smirk, one hand slipping between them to tug at the tabs of Elara’s diaper. “Gonna make sure you can’t even think straight by the time I’m through.” She peeled the front of the padding down just enough to expose Elara’s slick skin again, fingers brushing teasingly before she pressed their hips together once more, bare heat meeting damp fabric.

“You feel that?” Quinn murmured, leaning close so their foreheads touched, breath hot against Elara’s lips. “That’s how bad I need this. Now be good and take it.” Her movements grew more insistent, rolling against Elara with purpose as she chased her own release, dragging them both back into a haze of desperate friction.

Elara moaned softly, overwhelmed by the intensity, legs trembling beneath Quinn’s weight. “I—I can’t keep up,” she panted, but her body betrayed her words, arching up to meet each grind.

“Oh, you will,” Quinn rasped, nipping at Elara’s bottom lip before kissing her hard, tongue claiming every inch of space. “You’re gonna stay right here ‘til I’m done with you.” Her pace quickened, hands gripping tighter as low groans spilled from her throat, driving them both toward another shattering edge.

Quinn kept up the relentless grind of her hips, the crinkling of their diapers mixing with heavy breaths and soft moans. She shifted her position slightly, leaning forward as one hand slid behind Elara’s head, guiding her up. With a quick tug, she freed one breast from its confines, pressing the soft, warm flesh against Elara’s flushed face.

“Suck,” Quinn ordered, voice rough with need, pushing her nipple right to Elara’s lips. “Do it now.”

Elara didn’t hesitate; her mouth latching onto the offered breast instantly. Her lips closed around the hardened peak, sucking eagerly as a muffled whimper escaped her throat. The taste of skin and faint salt filled her senses, driving her deeper into the haze of submission while Quinn’s hand tightened in her hair.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Quinn groaned, her hips rocking harder against Elara’s exposed heat. “Keep going—don’t stop.” Her free hand gripped Elara’s side, nails digging into flesh as she moved with more urgency, chasing that building tension low in her core.

Elara’s tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, sucking harder as she felt Quinn shudder above her. The weight pressing down on her was overwhelming, every grind sending fresh sparks through her oversensitive body. She moaned around the flesh in her mouth, unable to hold back the sound.

“Shit, you’re so good at this,” Quinn panted, head tipping back for a moment before she looked down again, eyes dark with lust. “Look at you, taking everything I give you. Keep sucking—harder.” Her voice cracked with desperation as she thrust against Elara with renewed force, the friction between them growing slicker by the second.

Elara obeyed, drawing on the nipple with more intensity, feeling Quinn’s breath hitch above her. Her hands clutched at Quinn’s thighs, fingers trembling as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace. The heat between them was suffocating now, building toward something inevitable.

“Almost there,” Quinn hissed through gritted teeth, her movements erratic as she ground down harder. “Don’t you dare stop—fuck, I’m gonna come.” Her grip tightened painfully in Elara’s hair for a moment before a raw groan tore from her lips.

Even as she rode out the waves of pleasure, Quinn didn’t let up on her hold. “Keep at it,” she breathed out harshly after a moment. “We’re not done ‘til I say so.” Her hips slowed but didn’t stop entirely, dragging out every last shiver while Elara continued to suck obediently at her chest.

Quinn’s breath was still ragged as she reached down, fingers fumbling with the tabs of her soaked diaper. With a quick tug, she ripped them free, peeling the damp material away and tossing it aside. Before Elara could catch her breath or process what was happening, Quinn shifted, climbing up to straddle her face. Her bare, slick sex pressed firmly against Elara’s mouth.

“Eat me out,” Quinn demanded, voice raw and commanding, her fingers tangling tightly into Elara’s hair to hold her in place. “Now. Don’t make me wait.”

Elara’s muffled gasp was cut off as her lips were forced against the wet folds, no room for hesitation. Her tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the sharp arousal as she began to lick, tentative at first but growing bolder under the insistent grip in her hair.

“Fuck, yes,” Quinn groaned above her, hips rocking slightly to grind against Elara’s mouth. “Get in there—deeper.” Her fingers tightened, pulling hard enough to sting as she guided Elara exactly where she wanted her, not letting up for a second.

Elara’s hands gripped at Quinn’s thighs, steadying herself as she worked her tongue faster, sucking and lapping at the sensitive flesh. The weight on her face was heavy, almost suffocating, but the desperate moans spilling from Quinn’s lips drove her on.

“That’s it—right there,” Quinn hissed, one hand bracing against the crib frame while the other kept a vise-like hold on Elara’s head. “Don’t stop ‘til I’m fucking shaking again.” Her hips bucked harder, smearing wetness across Elara’s chin as she chased another high.

Elara moaned into her, the vibrations drawing a sharp curse from Quinn. She focused on the swollen clit under her tongue, flicking and circling with more purpose now, feeling every twitch and shudder that told her she was hitting the right spot.

“Shit, I’m close already,” Quinn panted, grinding down with even less restraint. “Keep going—suck it harder.” Her voice broke into a low growl as her thighs tensed around Elara’s head, locking her in place while pleasure built fast.

Elara obeyed, sucking hard and dragging her tongue in tight strokes until Quinn’s grip turned painful, a loud cry ripping from her throat. Her body convulsed, hips jerking against Elara’s mouth as release hit hard, flooding over her lips while Quinn rode it out shamelessly.

“Fuck… good,” Quinn finally gasped, loosening her hold but not moving off yet. “You’re not done cleaning me up, though. Keep licking ‘til I tell you to stop.” She stayed perched there, catching her breath while Elara’s tongue moved more slowly now, lapping gently at the oversensitive skin as ordered.

Quinn kept her hips rocking against Elara’s mouth for a few more lingering moments, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure before finally easing off. She slid down with a satisfied sigh, collapsing beside Elara in the crib, her arm draping possessively across Elara’s waist. “Fuck, you’re cute,” she murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to Elara’s flushed cheek as they nestled close, bodies still humming in the afterglow of their intense session.

Elara’s chest heaved as she caught her breath, the taste of Quinn still heavy on her lips. She turned her head slightly, meeting that smug gaze with a faint, tired smirk. “You’re… exhausting,” she muttered, voice hoarse but carrying a hint of amusement.

“Damn right I am,” Quinn shot back with a low chuckle, tightening her arm around Elara to pull her even closer. “But you loved every second of it. Don’t even try to deny it.” Her fingers traced idle patterns along Elara’s side, teasing the edge of her exposed skin where the diaper still hung loose.

Elara huffed softly, too spent to argue, and let her head rest against Quinn’s shoulder. “Maybe,” she admitted under her breath, earning another quiet laugh from Quinn.

“That’s what I thought.” Quinn nuzzled into her hair, planting another kiss there before settling back against the mattress. “Rest up while you can. I’ve got plenty more ideas for later.” Her tone held a wicked promise as they lay tangled together, the heat of their bodies and the crinkle of forgotten padding filling the quiet space around them.

Elara lay there, eyes fluttering as hormones still stirred through her body. What had she gotten herself into?