Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Although that part made no sense to him.
And they still didn’t know who was threatening her father. Until they knew that, Maya needed protecting.
Matthieu thought about taking her into the playroom, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t help under these circumstances.
After the phone call with Ink, he’d abandoned the idea of a nap. She’d been too out of sorts. Instead, she’d gotten changed and they’d taken the animals for a walk.
That usually cheered her up. She loved collecting stones or throwing them into the river. With him standing next to her to prevent her from falling in.
But she’d been subdued and quiet.
And he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Maybe this was the wrong move to make, but he had to try something to get her out of this slump.
“Come here, Maya,” he commanded as she moved around the living room, looking lost.
“I just don’t understand why he’d help me, you know?”
She was talking about the Fox. Matthieu still didn’t know how he felt about that.
“Come here,” he said more firmly.
Turning, she gave him a startled look, then walked over. He grasped her hips, drawing her between his open legs.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“W-what?” She gave him a shocked look.
“You heard me. Are you wearing panties?”
“I . . . how can you ask me a question like that now?” she cried.
Matthieu raised his eyebrows. “How can I not? I can ask you a question like that anytime I like. Because you are mine. Now, are you wearing panties?”
She still didn’t answer him.
“Well, seems I’m going to have to check, aren’t I?” He pulled her pants down.
The animals were all asleep either here or in one of the spare bedrooms. The house was locked up tight. The alarm was on.
And they were both free to play.
“Well, now, what do we have here,” he murmured, running a finger over her black panties.
In Little headspace, she didn’t mind wearing colors. But big Maya preferred black. He didn’t care what color she wore as long as she was happy.
“Somebody woke up today and decided to be naughty, didn’t they?”
“I did not!” she cried.
“No? Because you’ve already been spanked twice today. I’ll have to think of a different punishment.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t feel like playing right now.”
Normally, he would listen to her and back off. He wasn’t into force. But that wasn’t her safeword. And they’d talked about him ‘forcing’ her.
Consensual non-consent.
He just wasn’t sure if she remembered. So he’d make sure that this was really all right first.
He tugged her panties down and drew her legs apart. Then he cupped her bare mound. He could feel her wetness against his hand, a good indication that she wanted this.
Needed it.
“What’s your safeword?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Red.”
“You will use it if you need to. Even if you’re not in the mood and want things to stop. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl. Do you need to use it now?”
“No,” she whispered.
Understanding filled him. “Perfect. Now, what would be a suitable punishment for a naughty girl who is wearing panties when she’s not allowed to? Hmm?”
“An orgasm.”
He grinned, and from the look on her face she could see the evil tint to his smile.
“Oh, an orgasm, huh?”
Why the heck had she suggested an orgasm as punishment?
Was she insane?
She tugged at her restraints as he ate her pussy out. She had lost track of the number of orgasms she’d had. All she knew was that she was done. She couldn’t take anymore.
And then another one raced through her, making her cry out. She tried to keep her voice down, not wanting to alarm her babies.
Matthieu kept lapping at her pussy, bringing her down gently.
He started kissing his way back up her body, thankfully leaving her poor pussy alone. Then his mouth touched hers, his tongue slipping inside to play with hers.
She could taste herself on his lips, but it wasn’t gross. No, it was weirdly a turn-on. She moaned, opening up beneath the kiss, wanting more.
Maya tugged on her restraints again, wanting to touch him. Frustration and arousal warred inside her. On the one hand, she liked being tied to the bed. On the other hand, she wanted to run her hands all over him.
She wasn’t sure where the rope tying her hands to the headboard had even come from, but he’d tied her up expertly.
And now she was reaping what she’d sowed.
Lying on his side next to her, he reached down and cupped her pussy. Another whimper escaped.
“No more,” she croaked. “I can’t take anymore.”
That’s not your safeword, though.
No, it wasn’t. Because she was pretty sure she could take more.
Maybe.
“Poor Spitfire, you don’t have to take more,” he said as he sat up and untied her, rubbing her arms as the blood rushed through. “At least, not right now.” He picked her up. “Let’s get you showered and dressed. Then it’s time for dinner.”