Chapter 52
M atthieu could tell that she was stressing.
He got it. Her father could be the head of all the corruption and bad shit going on at Billings PD. He could be the guy who had ordered Vince to get rid of her.
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.”
“I don’t wanna eat. Want to sleep.”
“Nope. You’re eating first. No sleep yet.”
Darn it. He was so mean sometimes.
It seemed that she wasn’t allowed to walk anymore.
After her shower, he’d dressed her in a short, flowy dress. It was a pale lavender that she normally wouldn’t wear.
But she wasn’t in charge right now.
And that dress was the only thing he put on her. No panties. No bra.
Then he picked her up once more and carried her into the kitchen, sitting her on the counter.
“Stay there while I cook,” he ordered as she went to climb down.
“I should feed everyone.”
“Nope. I will do that. Your only job tonight is to please me.”
She eyed him for a long moment. “To please you?”
“Yep,” he said as he got the animals’ dinner ready. “To please me. And to do that, you need to part your legs and pull up the bottom of your dress.”
Her heart raced. He wasn’t serious, was he?
But the look he shot her showed her that he was.
Oh heck. She was in trouble here.
“You might want to do that. Now. Before I find that wooden spoon.”
Maya hastily drew up her dress and parted her legs as he started chopping up veggies and beef.
“Hmm, that’s quite all right.” Matthieu stared at her, tapping his chin. “Bring your feet up so they rest on the edge of the counter. Keep them nice and wide and lean back.”
Holy heck.
He was torturing her. She was sure of it. But she moved into position. He now had an excellent view of her pussy.
“That’s better. Now, I have some inspiration.”
Every time he moved past her, he would stop and play with her clit, or he would lean down and run his tongue along her slit. The first time she’d moved, she’d gotten a sharp spank to her pussy and told to stay still.
“Such a pretty little doll for your papa,” he told her. “Sitting there nice and still and letting him do whatever he wants to you.” This time, when he approached her, he pressed a finger deep inside her. A small gasp left her lips as he pushed his finger in and out. Then another finger.
When he pulled them out, his fingers were coated with her excitement. He licked them slowly.
“Better than any dessert,” he told her.
After peeling a carrot, he held it up. “I wonder what this would taste like after being inside your pussy.”
Holy heck.
He wouldn’t.
And he didn’t. But she wasn’t entirely sure that was a line he wouldn’t cross. Or that it was a line she didn’t want him to cross.
“If I put this carrot in the freezer, I could pull it out in a few hours and have you warm it up for me,” he told her.
This was too much. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
But then dinner was ready and he placed one full plate on the table before turning to pick her up.
He carried her over to the table.
“Why is there only one plate?” she asked as he set her down a chair to the right of the plate of food.
“Because we’re sharing.” He undid his pants and drew them down, revealing his thick cock.
Maya couldn’t help but lick her lips.
Yummy.
“Like what you see, Spitfire?” he asked.
“Yes, can I please touch?” she begged.
“Open your mouth. You can have one taste, but then it’s time for dinner.”
“What if I want your cock for dinner?” she asked.
He grinned at her. “Much as I like that idea, that’s not happening.”
Bummer.
But she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could.
Delicious.
“I can see you like that. You like having my dick in your mouth, don’t you, Bébé?”
She hummed.
All too soon, he was drawing his dick from her mouth and leaving her wanting.
Then he sat in front of the plate of food and lifted her onto his lap. He slowly drew her down onto his dick as she faced away from him.
“Matthieu,” she moaned.
“Do you like this? Sitting on my dick while you eat your dinner?”
She wasn’t sure. She wiggled around and he slapped the side of her ass.
“Nope, you stay where you are,” he ordered. “You have to sit nice and still and eat what I feed you.”
Darn it.
She didn’t feel like eating.
“We’re going to sit here until you eat as much as I want you to.”
That wasn’t cool.
But as he fed her, she ate without a word, trying to stay still. Every time she moved, he smacked the side of her ass.
It was so mean.
He was so mean.
By the time she had finished, she felt like she was on fire. Her clit was throbbing, wanting his touch.
“How are you doing, Spitfire?” he asked.
“I didn’t think I would ever need to come again after what you did to me in the bedroom,” she told him. “But now I really need to come again.”
“Poor Maya,” he commiserated before he grasped hold of her hips and drew her up off his dick.
She let out a whimper of protest.
“Put your hands on the table,” he ordered. “Legs spread wide.” He drew her dress up over her bottom so she was exposed.
Maya expected him to take her then and there. But all he did was clear the table.
The bastard.
“Such a beautiful girl,” he said, walking over to her and running his hand over her bottom. Then he drove his fingers deep inside her.
She gasped. “Please. Please!”
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please fuck me. Please make me come.”
“Hmm. I thought I might watch some television with you sitting on my lap. Nice and still.”
“Noo!” she cried.
Slap!
“Are you in charge?” he asked.
“No.” If she was, she’d get orgasms whenever she wanted, but not too many. There would be no spankings, no eating when she didn’t feel like it, and no writing lines or corner time.
Ahh, Mayaworld would be a happy, happy place.
“That’s right. Papa’s in charge. And all you have to do is obey me. Can you listen to me?” He slid in behind her and reached an arm around to cup her pussy.
“Yes, I will! I will!”
His finger started playing with her clit. “That’s right, you will. You’re going to be a good girl and listen.” He moved back. “And until you give in and obey me without question, you’re not going to get what you want. Take a step away.”
She moved immediately. She wasn’t an idiot, she understood the assignment. It was just that sometimes, a girl had to push a bit.
“Bend right over. That’s it. Good job. Such a beautiful girl. Spread those legs wider.” He squeezed her ass. “Such a pretty bottom. I bet it’s still a bit tender, isn’t it?”
She whimpered. It really was.
“Stand up and move to the couch. Stand in front of it.”
Without thought, she moved. She didn’t know how he did it, how he got her body to obey like it did. But a feeling of relief engulfed her.
This felt so right.
So freeing.
She was facing the sofa when he walked over. He’d stripped off all his clothes and she watched him hungrily. She thought she would always look at him like this.
In awe. In wonder.
But, thankfully, she didn’t seem to be tongue tied around him anymore.
Well, unless he had his dick in her mouth, then her tongue was tangled up for other reasons.
“Kneel down on the cushion,” he commanded after he sat facing her.
She glanced down at the cushion between his feet. Shoot. She hadn’t even seen him put that there.
She kneeled on it.
“Now, suck on me until I’m nice and hard. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Gladly. When she was sucking on him, she could totally lose herself and just be.
Which was likely the point. Because Matthieu was a smart guy. He’d likely seen her struggling with everything she’d learned. With everything going on back home.
And he was giving her a way to relax.
So she sucked and she let her mind grow blessedly blank.
Fuck.
Was he trying to torture himself?
His balls were aching, begging for relief.
Just a bit longer. Then you can come.
He could see how relaxed her body was. She was drifting and that’s what he’d hoped to achieve. He had no idea what was on the television, he was too busy just trying to stop himself from coming in her mouth.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching down, he lifted her off the floor, ignoring her noise of protest.
Then he drew her over his lap so she was facing him, her legs on either side of his.
And he drove himself inside her. He took a deep breath, just holding her there while he searched for his control.
And then he fucked her. He guided her movements with his hands on her hips.
Up and down.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
He thrust his hips up, his hand coming round so his thumb could play with her clit. He heard her breath hitch and moved his thumb faster.
He needed to get her there.
Now.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
“Get ready, Bébé. You need to come when I tell you.”
Fuck. He loved the way her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved.
“Please! Please!” she cried as he felt her tighten around him.
“Come, Bébé!” he commanded.
As she let go, pulsing around his dick, he let himself fall over the edge into ecstasy.