Page 248 of Papa's Bébé
“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.
