My Brat [M -Dom F -Brat]

I answered the fourth or fifth time you called in a row.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m bored and hungry,” you said, with enough attitude to sink a boat.

“We’ve talked about this. I told you work was going to be crazy today. If I can possibly answer the phone I will in the first call or call you back as soon as I can. If you call more than twice it had better be an emergency.”

“But I …”

“Didn’t we talk about it?”

“Yes,” you said petulantly.

“Yes what?” I asked, my voice stern and demanding.

“Yes sirrrr,” you drawled.

I softened my tone. “Babe, I want to talk to you. I do. But I’ve got to get this stuff done today. People are waiting on me.”

“But can’t you just talk to me for a little while, while you work?”

“No babe. You know you’re distracting as hell. And the longer it takes me to get this done the longer I have to stay here which means the longer till I get to come home to you.”

“Fine,” you said and I heard the click of the phone disconnect.

I felt my blood pressure rising. I called you back immediately but you didn’t answer. I text you, my fingers punching the phone harshly, “Did you just hang up on me?!?” I waited a couple minutes but when you didn’t respond I sent a second text, “ANSWER ME.”

A minute later you text me back, “I’m going to the store” followed by a second text. This one was a picture of you. You were wearing a tight, white tank top shirt enough to see just a little skin beneath them hem and thin enough to show a hint of the black bra beneath. You had on a short, plaid skirt that barely covered your ass and fishnet stockings that came to mid thigh. You had pulled your hair into two braided ponytails and wore the necklace I’d given you around your neck, the pendant resting between the curves of your breasts.

Immediately I text you back, “The fuck you are”

“Yes I am.” You replied.

“Not like that you aren’t! You are not leaving the house like that! I’m the only one that gets to see you like that.”

“I’m so boooreeed” you text back, and I could almost hear the whine in your voice.

“Stay there. I’ll be home in 15 minutes.” I replied furiously.

I didn’t even bother shutting down my computer or closing up the office. I just left everything how it was and stormed toward the parking lot. Thirteen minutes later I opened our front door and saw you standing in the hallway. You had this smug, self-satisfied smile on your face

I stalked toward you, slamming the door behind me. I grasped you by the neck roughly, not choking the air out of you but cutting off the blood flowing through the arteries there. You made this little gasping sigh of excitement and I saw the tension leave your body.

“You know better than to let people see you like this, don’t you? You are mine and mine alone.”

The corners of your mouth twitched into a little smile and nodded slowly. I pushed you up against the wall and leaned in to kiss you. You returned my kiss, your mouth hot, your kiss drawing me in.

You wrapped your arms around my head, pulling me in to you. I eased my grip from your throat and slid my hand around the back of your head. My other hand ran up the back of your leg, up yo ur skirt, and grasped the smooth skin of your ass. I growled into your mouth, realizing you weren’t wearing panties. You knew how that drove me crazy. You knew what you were doing.

I pulled your leg up and you wrapped it around me. I felt myself growing almost painfully hard against my pants as I ground myself into you. I jerked your head back by your hair and clamped my mouth on your neck, biting hard enough to make you gasp. I ran my hands up your sides, lifting your shirt up and over your breasts.

I pulled back far enough to lift your shirt over your head. I can’t even explain the excitement I feel every time you raise your arms to make it easier for me to take your shirt off.

I kissed you furiously while I tried to unclasp your bra. I was so excited, in such a rush to have less clothing between us, that my fingers kept fumbling at the clasp. Impatient, I spun you around, your chest against the wall, and finally undid the clasp. The bra slipped to the floor as my arms wrapped around you. I grabbed your tits, massaging them roughly – needing to feel you and wanting to make you feel the frustration you caused me.

“Who does this body belong to?” I growled into your ear.

You rocked your hips back, grinding your ass against me and said “You sir.”

“God damn right it does”

I slid a hand down your waist, lifting your skirt, sliding down between your legs. You were already so wet. I could fee you dripping down your legs. My fingers played with your clit and you let out a little purr.

“You’re a needy little bitch, aren’t you?”

You just grunted a response. I slid a couple fingers inside you, my other hand again rising to grab your throat. “Say it!” I demanded.

“Yes sir,” you gasped.

I slammed my fingers in you roughly, finger fucking your soppy little cunt for all it was worth. “Say it!” I demanded again.

“I’m a needy little bitch, sir”

I spun you around again and dropped my head to your tits. I took first one then the other into my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Biting.

You started unbuttoning my shirt, but just have felt the same frustration I felt with your bra. Buttons went flying when you ripped my shirt open and pulled it off my shoulders.

I leaned my head against yours and looked you square in the eyes. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you sir. I need to feel you inside me.” You purred. You started fumbling at my belt as I kicked my socks and shoes off. You knelt, pulling my pants and boxers off in the same motion. I stepped out of my clothes as you took my cock in your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around the head of my dick then started bobbing your head up and down on me.

“Fuck. That’s a good girl,” I moaned.

I felt my dick hit the back of your throat. I grabbed the back of your head and pulled you down further until you’d taken all of me. I held you here for several moments and when I pulled out you gasped for air.

“Up,” I commanded.

You stood, wrapped your arms around my neck and one leg around my waist. You rolled your hips forward, rubbing yourself against my cock.

“Ask me,” I instructed.

“Please”

“Again” I said as I pulled my lower body away from you.

“Please sir” you whined

“Please what?”

A mischievous little smile rugged at your lips. “Fuck me. Please fuck me sir. Fuck me now. Please sir, I need it.”

I lowered my hips and pushed myself inside of you. You gasped as I entered you. You pulled me tight against you with your leg wrapped around you. Our skin met and we stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feel of each other.

Simultaneously we started grinding our hips together, our bodies sliding over each other. Your hands slid to my back, your nails digging into my skin.

I planted my hands on the wall on either side of you and increased my pace, thrusting myself inside you.

“Fuck me sir,” you whispered into my ear. “I need this. I need you to fuck me hard.”

“God damn you feel so good,” I growled.

I reached down and lifted your other leg so both were wrapped around me. I pinned you against the wall and held you up by your thighs. I thrust myself inside you. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

“Oh god,” you cried. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your body tensed and you pulled me tight against you, our bodies almost becoming one as you let out a loud, exalted moan. An instant later I exploded inside you , releasing all my desire and frustration and need into you.

A few minutes later we were curled up on the couch, your back to me. Our breaths still deep and heavy, our skin glistening with sweat.

“Thank you sir,” you purred softly.

I pulled a strand of hair from your face and stroked your cheek softy.

“But don’t you have to get back to work?” You asked, irony dripping from every syllable. “You have all those people waiting on you, after all.”

Your ass gave a little shake, rubbing up against me pleasantly. I felt myself getting hard again.

“They can wait,” I said.

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