Bratty in the Basement [MF]

Bratty in the Basement

“I fucking love it when you do that,” I said as I smiled and looked up at him.

“What, this?” he replied as he tightened his hand around my throat and kissed me a little bit harder. I nodded, still smiling a little bit as his lips pressed into mine. I closed my eyes and submitted to the feeling of his calloused hand wrapped around my throat, commanding my head up just enough to meet his. I could feel my nipples harden as he squeezed just a little tighter. I’m going to make him make me his bitch tonight, I thought to myself. My inner deviant was about to run rampant. He started unbuttoning my shirt as I rubbed his growing dick through his jeans. I loved feeling it get harder against my hand; knowing that I have that power over someone else’s body drives me crazy. I could already feel myself getting wet.

We continued the undressing game, peeling layer after layer off each other’s bodies until we were skin to skin, lying on the huge sectional in the center of the room. It was our playground for the night. He was playing with my tits, gripping them firmly and telling me how good they felt in his hand. One of his hands was tangled in the back of my hair and knowing that he controlled me turned me on even more. I was his toy to play with. He kissed me hard and gripped the fistful of hair a little tighter, giving me goosebumps and making my pussy flush with warmth.

“You wanna suck daddy’s dick?” he asked after pulling my face away from his. A grin spread across my face as I nodded and I started to climb on top of him. I straddled his hips, making sure I didn’t touch his swollen dick at all. He didn’t deserve that satisfaction yet. I wanted to make him wait. I kissed his lips as he regained hold of the fistful of hair. I went lower. To his cheek, his neck, his chest, trailing my way down to his erection. I kissed the base of his shaft and slowly, ever so slowly traced the tip of my tongue up the underside of his throbbing penis, the taste of it instantly making me wetter. I took the tip in my mouth and massaged it gently with my lips at first, making small circles with my tongue like you’d do to a lollipop. Sometimes I’d flick my tongue a little like I do when I eat pussy. I took more of him in my mouth, pushing my lips down further and further until he hit the back of my throat. I loved feeling the smooth skin of him against my wet tongue as I stroked up and down. He gripped my hair a little tighter and not so subtly encouraged me to try and take his dick deeper. I wanted to. And I was going to. I pushed my mouth down around him as far as I could, and then I kept going. He pushed the back of my head down and I felt his head slide into the back of my throat and gag me. Fuck, hot, I thought to myself. I pulled my head back a little and felt my eyes water. Also hot. I did it again, less gag this time. I was listening to him groan and cuss under his breath as I deepthroated him and caressed his balls ever so gently.

“You like that?” I asked as I looked up at him, a strand of spit still connecting his dick to my mouth.
“Yeah, I want to fuck you so bad,” he replied.
“Then fuck me,” I challenged back as I bent down to take him in my mouth again. But he stopped me by gripping my hair harder and before I even knew what was happening, he had me flipped on my back, pinned down to the bed. He pushed my legs open and reached down to take himself in his hand, slapping my clit a few times with his tip before slowly easing it into me. After teasing me like that for a minute, he slid all the way into my tight, dripping pussy that was begging to be fucked. I always gasp on the first thrust. He filled me so well and my lips gripped around his dick so tightly. He was giving me long, hard thrusts as he reached down and grabbed my leg behind the knee and pushed it up to my chest, resting my calf on his shoulder.

“This is my favorite. It lets me get so fucking deep,” he said through groans as he pumped deeper and harder. Daddy gets what daddy wants, I thought. I was looking up at him, up at his almost eerily amber colored eyes. The look in them said one thing — you’re mine. He could tell I was loving every second of it. I closed my eyes and felt him wrap his rough hand around my throat again, making my body flush with warmth and adrenaline. I adore feeling helpless. He looked down in between our legs, watching himself fuck me senseless. I liked watching him watch our bodies move together.

“Fuck, flip over and get on your knees,” he commanded me. I did as I was told. Now I was kneeling but upright with my back to him. He tangled his fingers up in my hair again, gripping so tightly that it almost hurt. After grabbing a strong handful of my ass cheek, he pushed my head down into the pillows, still gripping the back of my head by my hair. With his other hand, he guided his dick to my begging pussy and slammed into me from the back. I moaned out and he slapped my ass harder than its been slapped before — making sure to grab it extra hard before letting go. The sting felt so fucking good. He slapped it again and I groaned in adoration. He knew exactly what I wanted.

“Bitch, you’ll wear my mark for days,” he said as he flogged my other cheek with his palm.
“Am I your bitch?” I snapped back. Brat, I thought.
“You?” he scoffed.
“You, are… my… little… fucking… bitch…” he said, punctuating each word with a singular, punishing thrust into me. He relinquished his fistful of hair and grabbed both cheeks as he stroked deep and long. I was secretly hoping the people upstairs could hear my whimpering and the echoes of his hand striking me. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was getting close to finishing. I was given one final, relentlessly punishing slap on the ass as he thrust into me harder than he had all night.

“Cum for me,” I said. Works every time, I thought just as he was starting to really groan. After a few final thrusts, he pulled out, coating my lower back and ass with warm cum.

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