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)
Even when she might not want him to.
“I, um, I think I might like, um, well, um . . .”
“Bébé, tell me,” he urged. “I will never laugh at you for your desires.”
“I think I’d like to be just taken. Not all the time, but sometimes, you know, just bent over and fucked. Not, um, not told about it or warned or givenachoice,” she blurted out.
That wasn’t something he’d expected and he was silent for too long.
“Oh God, that’s weird isn’t it? I’m weird for asking. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She tried to get off his lap and he found himself having to hold her still as she attempted to free herself.
“Bébé, Maya, stop it.”
But she wasn’t listening to him. She was too caught up in her head and she was going to hurt herself if she didn’t stop.
So he finally let go of her with one hand and as she tried to move, he slapped his hand down on her ass. Hard.
She froze.
Then she gaped at him.
“You . . . you spanked me.”
“I gave you a smack to get your attention,” he told her. “That wasn’t a spanking.”
“It was . . . it was . . . that wasn’t very nice.”
He couldn’t help but snort. “Bébé, if you think that’s not very nice, you’re not going to be happy once I actually spank you.”
“Why did you spank me?”
“I told you. I smacked you to get your attention. You weren’t listening to me. That’s one of your rules.”
“What? That I have to listen to you?”
“Yes, exactly. Also, if I put you somewhere, you stay there.”
“Wait!” She held up a hand imperiously. Damn, she was cute. “Are you saying that if you put me somewhere, I’m supposed to stay there?”
“That’s what I just said,” he replied with amusement. “Unless it’s putting you in direct danger, yes, you’re to stay put.” He deliberately removed his hands from her hips. A move to see if she would obey him.
“Stay put? You want me to stay put?”
“I do. It’s a rule.”
“Not a safety rule, though, so I can argue it.” She gave him a triumphant look.
She was so cute when she thought she had won an argument.
“Actually, it is a safety issue when I tell you to stay put for your safety.”
“But it’s not always about safety.”
“Not always, no.”
“In those instances I reserve the right to move,” she stated.
“You can move,” he agreed.
She smiled.
“But you’ll find yourself punished.”
“Urgh! I’m not actually going to be able to argue about any of these rules of yours, am I?” she grumbled.
“You forgot a word,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Successfully. You should have said, ‘I’m not actually going to be able to successfully argue about any of these rules of yours, am I?’”
Another pained noise escaped her and he did his best to hide his grin.
This was fun.
“Also, back to why you were getting all worked up in the first place.”
She frowned, then she seemed to remember what they’d been talking about before. And she quickly attempted to remove herself from his lap.
Luckily, he was prepared and grabbed her around the waist, holding her still.
“Oh no, you don’t. No moving. And that’s extra punishment for you.”
“What? Why?”
“For not staying where I put you. Do I need to put your rules up in every room so you’ll remember them?”
“No! Well, maybe. But I remember the rule. I just don’t think it should apply right now.”
“Well, it does. Now, I want you to listen to me and listen carefully. You are not weird for your desires.”
Maya
slumped, the tension flooding out of her. “Are you sure?”
He ran his thumb over her cheek, hating how quiet and unsure she sounded. “I’m sure. Because if you’re weird for your desires then that would make me weird for mine, wouldn’t it?”
Maya straightened at his words. Oh no! What had she done? The last thing she ever wanted was to make Matthieu feel wrong or weird for the things he wanted.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“I don’t, as long as you don’t feel that way.”
It wasn’t so easy for her to shake off the feeling of being . . . wrong. But she nodded.
“Because what you desire is something I want too,” he told her. “Very much.”
“You do? You like the idea of just . . . taking me?”
“So much so that I think I’m going to make a rule about your panties.”
“About my panties?” That was not what she expected him to say.
“Yes.” He turned to a clean page on the pad and started to write.
“Maya’s rules. One, she is not allowed to lie. Two, she is not allowed to hurt herself. Three, she is not to put herself in danger. Four, she is to stay where she is put. Five, she is not to put herself down. Six, she is to tell me if there is anything she needs or desires. Seven, she is not allowed to wear panties in the house unless she is in Little headspace or has her period or is ill.”