Page 214 of Papa's Bébé
Darn it.
He was an expert at this. Much more experienced than her.
“I’m not.”
He raised his eyebrows in question and she realized what she’d just said. “I meant, I’m not necessarily good at . . . at sex. I don’t have a lot of experience. And the sex I did have was kind of underwhelming if I’m honest.”
“You don’t have to worry about any of that. I like that you don’t have much experience. It means that I can teach you what I like. And trust me, you’ll like it too.”
Yeah, he didn’t need to convince her of that. She already liked everything that he did to her.
And she felt ready for more. For him to roll her onto the bed and take her.
“First, we need to make sure that everyone is settled and unpacked.”
She wanted to argue, but she knew he was right and she already felt guilty for being in here when her babies might be feeling anxious.
“And then, second, we’ll deal with your punishment. Ink made certain to tell me that this room is soundproof so we’ll take care of it in here. We don’t want to upset any of your babies with your cries.”
With her . . . with her what?
“My cries?”
“Yes. You’re being spanked, remember? I’m guessing you might make some noises and Tank, in particular, might get upset. So it’s best we take care of that in here.” He set her on her feet and stood.
She gaped after him as he moved to the door.
“Come on, Spitfire. Time to unpack.”
“You’re really going to spank me?” She didn’t know why she asked that. He’d said it and he wasn’t a person who said things he didn’t mean.
She guessed she just needed to make sure that was really going to happen.
He stared at her thoughtfully. “I’m being a bad Dominant, aren’t I?”
“Umm.” She wouldn’t know. She’d never been with a Dom before.
“I should be sitting you down and going through your limits with you. Is spanking a hard limit?”
“W-what?”
“A hard limit,” he repeated. “Something you absolutely do not want. You know what? I saw a pad and paper in the living room. You can sit down and write out your limits for me while I unpack.”
He walked back and grasped hold of her hand, leading her out of the room. To her surprise, Tank, Big Berry and Dougie were sitting in the hallway, waiting.
Oh no.
Now, she felt bad.
“Sorry, babies. Are you all right?” She gave each of them scratches. She was actually shocked that Tank hadn’t retreated into the bedroom where she’d set up his bed. They walked past it, but he didn’t head in there.
She might think he was feeling anxious and was sticking near her as his constant, but she got the feeling that it was something else. His tail and ears weren’t down and he wasn’t slinking around.
He almost seemed like he was full of purpose.
As they walked into the living room, she saw Gummy at the door. Princess Priss meowed at them from the back of the sofa.
Matthieu stopped to pat her and she preened under his attention. Yeah, that cat had decided that Matthieu was her favorite person now and the thing was that Maya couldn’t even blame her.
