Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Maisy
After he comes, Master Matthias disappears, and Bear Daddy returns to cuddle me on the couch.
“Are you okay, beautiful? Was that too much?” He strokes my skin.
It takes me a second to find my voice. I’m still coming down from the high of our first time together. “It was a lot. But no…I liked it.”
“You know, I respect you, even when I have you on your knees, right?”
A tiny puff of laughter escapes my lips. “Yes.”
“This isn’t the sort of honeymoon you imagined.”
“No.” I sound dazed, so I give him a little smile. “It’s better.”
He’s worried about hurting me. I’m going to prove to him I can take everything he gives me.
I just came hard, and so did he, but the way his cock prods my backside tells me he already wants more.
He’s touching me lightly, stroking my arms and back, but it’s making my pussy ache.
He hasn’t dicked me down yet, and while I’m a little afraid of the monster in his shorts, I need it.
I reach between us to stroke his cock, but he stops me.
“Later. I need to feed you.” He picks me up to set me on my feet, then leans forward and bites my ass before he stands.
Matthias sends me to rinse off in the shower while he orders tapas delivered for us.
I come out in a bathrobe and find a healthy spread of small plates that we can nibble on all afternoon.
I figured we’d take a break from the sexy stuff, but he finds a way to make eating erotic by setting me on his lap and feeding me.
He catches my wrists when I try to return the favor.
“Do that again, and I’ll tie your hands behind you.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I ask playfully. I had no idea I could be this bold. I’m embracing the wanton sexy goddess within.
“Careful, brats get punished.”
Yes, please.
I wriggle in his lap, massaging his hard cock. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He shakes his head, but the corners of his lips quirk. “I’ll punish you later. You need to eat. And we should probably talk about limits.”
“Limits?”
“Yeah, beautiful. What you like, dislike. And let’s have you choose a safe word.”
I lean back in his lap to study his face. He’s dead serious. “It seems so…formal.”
“It’s to protect you,” he rumbles. I rest my hands on his bare chest. He’s still shirtless, and I appreciate it.
“I like you. I want to do what you want.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re a submissive, Maisy. It’s even more important that you set boundaries with someone like me.”
“The big bad bear,” I mock growl.
“Exactly.”
“What if I’m not sure what I like? Because…I’m new. I haven’t…” My throat closes. Crap, he already knows I’m inexperienced. I don’t want to spell it out for him.
What if I’m bad at this? He’s probably been with dozens of partners, all of them more experienced than me.
“Whatcha thinking?” he prompts me, and when I tuck my chin, he puts a finger underneath it and gently lifts my gaze to his. I can feel his big brown eyes dissecting me. I resist the urge to squirm.
“I’m not sure if I’m going to be good at this,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer me right away, just rubs his hands up and down my arms. His sigh rocks me.
“Maisy, I want you to listen and hear me when I say this. You being bad in bed…it’s not possible.
I’ve wanted you forever. I’ve dreamed about you in my arms. If we don’t do anything but cuddle for the rest of the night, it will already eclipse my wildest fantasies. ”
A shiver of recognition runs through me.
They weren’t teenage fantasies. I was right. I somehow intuited that there was something between us. We were made for each other.
I sit with what he says and not just because he ordered me to hear him. I’m absorbing it, and already, I can feel it changing my beliefs.
Because he’s not lying. I believe him. Matthias doesn’t babble. He doesn’t throw away words. I don’t know if he was always this certain and secure in his opinions, but he’s a man of his word.
If I think poorly of myself, but Matthias doesn’t, well, Matthias is the smartest man I know. Maybe it’s time I believe him.