Page 226 of Papa's Bébé
But she wasn’t.
So with hands that shook slightly, she slid off her pajama pants and then her panties, stepping out of them. He held her in front of him, staring at her bare pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Come here.”
“My pajama bottoms,” she said, staring down at them as he lifted her onto his lap.
“You’re not going to wear them. That’s your punishment for putting on panties when they’re not allowed.”
Oh, dear Lord.
He ran his hands up her thighs as she straddled his legs. Then his thumbs met at the top of her mound.
He murmured something in French. She was really going to have to take French classes or something.
“Turn around.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Turn around. You can’t watch the movie like this,” he told her.
Oh. They were still going to watch the movie?
Huh.
She thought this was going in a different direction.
He helped turn her so she was still sitting on his lap, but this time, facing away from him. He drew her back so her ass was nestled against his cock and her legs fell on either side of his.
Then he grabbed the blanket and drew it over them before placing the popcorn next to him on the couch.
“Um, am I watching it like this?” she asked as he grabbed some popcorn.
“Yep.” He held some popcorn to her lips and she ate it. “Just like this.”
The movie started and she was immediately drawn in. Just as the axe-wielding murderer was about to chop into a victim, Matthieu put his hand over her pussy, cupping it.
She gasped.
“Shh,” he said. “Don’t want to upset your babies.”
But they were used to her watching horror movies. Well, maybe not Tank.
She squirmed as he ran his finger along her slit.
“Stay still,” he warned. “This is your punishment.”
“I thought my punishment was not getting to wear panties!”
He chuckled. “Poor Bébé, you really thought that was your punishment? No, you have to sit here and watch the movie while I do whatever I like to you. And I’ll only stop when I feel like it or you say your safeword.”
Oh, dear God, help her.
He widened his legs, pushing hers apart at the same time. And then the torture really began. He played with her clit until her breathing grew faster, until she couldn’t help but move.
But if she got too loud or moved too much, he’d stop.
She was so close to the edge as he teased her.
