Page 216 of Papa's Bébé
“Don’t worry. I don’t want to do any of those things to you.”
She let out a deep breath. “Whew.”
“You were worried?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what you like. You could be into anal plugs and forced orgasms.”
“Hmm.” She hadn’t put those as hard limits. “I am into those things.”
“You are? Oh no. Well, I guess I can suffer through them.”
Oh, this brat.
“You can suffer through, huh?” he murmured. “Does someone like the idea of anal play and forced orgasms but doesn’t know how to write that on her wishlist?”
He was on to her now.
Grasping hold of her, he lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his hips.
“This is meant to be a Little wishlist,” she told him.
Ahh, he had said that, hadn’t he?
“I should have told you to make two wishlists,” he told her. “One for your Little and one for big girl Maya. What else did you like the sound of when you looked it up?”
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. You can tell me anything.” Lifting her chin, he leaned down and kissed her. “I love the idea of sliding an anal plug into your ass. Especially after you’ve been spanked. Then you can stand in the corner with your bottom red, and a plug peeking out of your cheeks.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her face growing red. “I don’t think I can talk about any of this.”
“And forced orgasms,” he said, ignoring her protest and embarrassment. She needed to get past that. He expected them to talk about anything and everything. “That could be a lot of fun.”
“I don’t think there would be more than one. Not for a while anyway.”
Oh, the idiots she’d slept with really hadn’t treated her properly, had they?
Well, she would soon learn the difference between him and those guys. He would always put her pleasure first.
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.
