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)
“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.”