Chapter 46
“ L et me guess, we’re watching a horror movie?” Matthieu asked as he walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn later that night.
She was glad that he’d suggested they spend time with her babies instead of in the playroom. They all seemed far more settled now.
Livvy had managed to find some dog beds and bowls for them. So they all had a place to sleep. Tank didn’t have his cage, which worried her. But at the moment he was curled up with Big B in front of the fire that Matthieu had lit earlier.
But she was a bit sad she hadn’t gotten to spend any time in Little headspace.
Tomorrow, hopefully.
Matthieu still had her phone, but she didn’t feel like asking for it. Maybe she would let him hold onto it for a bit longer.
“Yep!” she said. She’d found a blanket in a cupboard and had that over her lap. Not that it was cold, but she felt more cozy with a blanket.
He set the popcorn on the coffee table and drew the blanket off her before sitting next to her. She tried to settle in next to him, but he shook his head.
“Got to check something first. Stand up.”
Stand up? She glanced down at herself. She was wearing a pair of pajamas with puppies surfing on them. They were so cute and she was grateful to Livvy for choosing them for her.
He helped her stand and then his finger went to the top of the pajama waistband. “What’s under here?”
Under there?
“Um, me?” she said hesitantly, wondering where he was going with them.
“Just you?”
Then she got it. And she winced, because, oops.
“Umm.”
“You got any panties on under there, Bébé?”
“If I say no and that I really have to go to the bathroom . . .”
“I’m going to assume you’re lying and spank you,” he said.
Her bottom couldn’t take that. She could barely sit as it was!
“Then I’m not going to say that,” she said hastily.
“Good plan,” he told her. “I take it you have panties on?”
“Yes.”
“Off they go.”
“All right, I’ll just . . .” She attempted to take a step back but he tightened his hold on her.
“Take them off here.”
There was heat in his gaze and she swallowed heavily. If she was truly uncomfortable, then she could say her safeword.
But she wasn’t.
So with hands that shook slightly, she slid off her pajama pants and then her panties, stepping out of them. He held her in front of him, staring at her bare pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Come here.”
“My pajama bottoms,” she said, staring down at them as he lifted her onto his lap.
“You’re not going to wear them. That’s your punishment for putting on panties when they’re not allowed.”
Oh, dear Lord.
He ran his hands up her thighs as she straddled his legs. Then his thumbs met at the top of her mound.
He murmured something in French. She was really going to have to take French classes or something.
“Turn around.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Turn around. You can’t watch the movie like this,” he told her.
Oh. They were still going to watch the movie?
Huh.
She thought this was going in a different direction.
He helped turn her so she was still sitting on his lap, but this time, facing away from him. He drew her back so her ass was nestled against his cock and her legs fell on either side of his.
Then he grabbed the blanket and drew it over them before placing the popcorn next to him on the couch.
“Um, am I watching it like this?” she asked as he grabbed some popcorn.
“Yep.” He held some popcorn to her lips and she ate it. “Just like this.”
The movie started and she was immediately drawn in. Just as the axe-wielding murderer was about to chop into a victim, Matthieu put his hand over her pussy, cupping it.
She gasped.
“Shh,” he said. “Don’t want to upset your babies.”
But they were used to her watching horror movies. Well, maybe not Tank.
She squirmed as he ran his finger along her slit.
“Stay still,” he warned. “This is your punishment.”
“I thought my punishment was not getting to wear panties!”
He chuckled. “Poor Bébé, you really thought that was your punishment? No, you have to sit here and watch the movie while I do whatever I like to you. And I’ll only stop when I feel like it or you say your safeword.”
Oh, dear God, help her.
He widened his legs, pushing hers apart at the same time. And then the torture really began. He played with her clit until her breathing grew faster, until she couldn’t help but move.
But if she got too loud or moved too much, he’d stop.
She was so close to the edge as he teased her.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
She couldn’t help but thrust her hips up, needing more. A groan of frustration escaped her as he stilled.
Smack!
His hand landed on her pussy and she whimpered. “Please. Please.”
“Such a naughty girl. I can see this isn’t working. You need more.” He lifted her off his lap and settled her next to him.
Then he drew his pants down, revealing his thick, long cock. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him.
“Look at you staring at my dick so hungrily. You want him in your mouth?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Hmm, I’m not sure you deserve that,” he murmured. “Only good girls get to suck cock.”
That seemed rude.
“I am a good girl.”
He actually laughed at that as he took his pants completely off. “Not all the time. But that’s okay. Even good girls are naughty. Get on your knees on the floor between my legs.” He placed a cushion on her floor for her to kneel on.
“That’s it. Now you’re being a good girl. Ask me.”
Ask him?
For what?
Oh, to taste his cock?
She could feel herself going bright red, but she swallowed and found her courage. “Please can I have your cock in my mouth.”
“You can do better than that,” he said in a deeply decadent voice. “Ask me for my cock. Beg me.”
“Please, please let me taste you,” she begged. “I need your cock in my mouth. Please.”
“That’s better. Such a good girl for me. Open your mouth and put out your tongue.”
She quickly did as ordered and he slid forward and grasped hold of his dick around the base of the shaft. Then he tapped the head on her tongue before sliding his cock into her mouth.
She closed her mouth around his dick. She didn’t have a lot of experience doing this and she wanted it to be good for him.
“That’s it,” he told her. “Keep your lips tight around my shaft and suck on me. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
He slid his cock in and out of her mouth a few times. Then he drew it out, breathing deeply. She pouted up at him.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep sucking on me like that.”
“You mean I was good at it?” she asked with a hopeful look.
“Spitfire, you were so good at it.”
She smiled at him. “Yay.”
He let out a laugh. “Yes. Yay.”
Maybe she was being a bit of a goof. But she didn’t care. He drew her up onto his lap again, turning her so she was facing away from him. Her knees were bent, her feet tucked in against his ass. He slid her down slowly onto his cock.
“All right, Spitfire?” he murmured.
She nodded, her heart racing.
“Words, please.”
“Yes, Matthieu,” she moaned.
“Such a good girl for me,” he told her as he placed the blanket back over her lap. Then he moved his hand to her clit, tapping it lightly. “I like hearing my name on your lips while I’m buried deep inside you. Ooh, watch, he’s going to kill his next victim.”
Her gaze moved to the screen, but it was too hard to concentrate with him teasing her.
“Matthieu,” she moaned as quietly as she could as he played with her clit.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
Her body shook, her pussy clenching down on his dick as she shuddered and came.
It was amazing. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
As she dropped down from that high of her release, she realized that he was still hard inside her.
She squeezed him and he groaned.
“That was amazing, even better than Richard.”
He tensed, putting his hands on her hips. “Who the fuck is Richard?”