Boss of Me – Part 4

(Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kg192n/boss_of_me_part_1_nsfw/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kg192n/boss_of_me_part_1_nsfw/))

(Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kj0cov/boss_of_me_part_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kj0cov/boss_of_me_part_2/))

(Part 3: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kr36x2/boss_of_me_part_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kr36x2/boss_of_me_part_3/))

I pant wildly to catch my breath and glare over my shoulder into your smug eyes. “But I don’t *want* to play the same game again.” My voice sounds whiny even to myself, but you deserve far worse than whininess.

You give a sardonic eyebrow raise that makes my teeth clench. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter, pet. You had your chance to behave. Many more than one, as a matter of fact. Now it’s time to pay the piper.”

“Yeah, well, this piper sucks!” The petulant words fly from my lips before I can stop them, and after the torment you’ve already put me through, I don’t really care.

A sadistic chuckle passes your lips as you caress mine with the panties I just spat out. “Oh, I’m not the one who will be sucking today.” My mouth opens to give more sass, but you shove the silky fabric inside before words can escape. You laugh again at my outraged sounds that are too muffled to *quite* make out. My neck begins to ache from trying to see what you’re doing behind me, and eventually my head falls back to the pillow in defeat.

You strike so quickly I don’t expect it, powerful hand smacking my already tender ass several times and making my body jerk with each blow. I gasp and bite down on the panties, helpless to do anything but ride the sensations sweeping my body. This time you shake up the game, barely giving me time to recover from the previous round before starting the next. You wield a flogger the second time and a cane the third. Rounds four through six you fuck my ass with progressively larger toys. I’m struggling not to spit out the panties and scream by the time you give me more than a few seconds to recuperate. I’ve long since lost track of time so have no idea how much longer I must endure.

Unexpectedly, you stretch out on the bed next to me and begin stroking my bare skin with feather-soft caresses. “Poor little minx. Lying their naked and bruised and helpless. Coming so close to *cumming* over and over again but powerless to actually make it over that edge. Speaking of edging. You *could* just spit those sexy panties out and admit defeat. Would one more round of edging really be *that* bad?”

I wordlessly snarl against the panties and twist my face to the side so you can see the evil eye I’m now shooting at you. This only inspires a smirk from you, something that makes me snarl again. That smirk grows a little bigger as you stretch out your arm so I can see the timer on your smart watch. My heart sinks when I note that only thirty minutes have passed. I have another half-hour to endure.

“Sure you don’t want to spit those out, sweetheart?”

The condescending pity in your voice has me narrowing my eyes and shaking my head in determination. An emotion that fires me up enough to make it through the next half-hour of alternating spanks and fucks. By the time your smart watch chimes softly, my body is shuddering and sweating, and my mind is once again a wreck. I feel a sense of triumph all the same. The panties remain inside my mouth, and I haven’t screamed or used the safeword. I’ve won.

You settle next to me on the bed a second time, gently tilting my face to stare into your own. “I’m sure you’re laying there thinking that you’ve won.” Sudden nerves dance inside my belly, because the pregnant pause behind that sentence reverberates with promise. “That’s only half-true, my Bratty dear. You made it through the first part of Day Four’s atonement. Now we start part two.”

Outrage has me squirming as I struggle to spit out the panties. Once successful, I barely manage to bite back the angry curses that bubble beneath my lips. Only when I’ve gotten my Inner Brat at least somewhat under control do I let myself speak. “You said that the same game was going to be Day Four’s atonement! I never spat out the panties, so I *did* win!”

Another smirk appears on your sexy but treacherous lips. “Oh Bratty Queen of the Loopholes, you should know better than that. I said we were going to *repeat* the same game for Day Four’s atonement. I never said that it *was* Day Four’s atonement.”

I jerk against my bonds even though I know it’s pointless. “No fair, Sir. You are *not* playing fair!”

Laughter echoes in the air as you lean forward and place an affectionate kiss on my head before I can squirm away; knowing that doing so will make me that much feistier. “I’ve told you several times that I do *not* play fair. I play to win. And you should know by now that I *always* win.”

“You do *not* always win, you cocky bastard.”

“First of all, thank you for the compliment. And second, when it comes to you and me? I *always* win. And you *love* it.”

My mouth opens out of reflex to argue, but my innate sense of honesty has me staying silent. Something you very much notice, judging by the gleam in your eyes. “Now for part two. Another game. This one much simpler. All you must do is lie completely still for the next 10 minutes. You can make as much noise as you like, provided you keep a civil tongue, but move from where I place you and your time starts over. Fail to stay still and you earn that eighth round of edging after all.”

Annoyance with your machinations has me blurting out before thinking again. “You want me to stay still for 10 measly minutes? Easy as fucking pie, Sir. Do your worst.”

“Oh Brat, I very much shall.”

You uncuff my arms and flip me over, leaving my legs stretched out between the spreader as you position me in the center of the bed once more, this time on my back. You place a pillow beneath my hips, elevating my pussy in the air and making me tense in anticipation. I begin to regret my rash words the moment you take up the wand in one hand and most especially when you take out my favorite vibrator in the other. Staying still—especially when you’ve uncuffed my hands and left them loose—is *not* going to be easy. In fact, I’m fairly sure we’re headed for an eighth round of edging.

But damned if I’m going to give up without a fight.

You place the wand against my clit gently, not yet turning it on, intense eyes focusing on mine as you watch me bite my lip uncertainly. That has you smile as you just-as-gently insert the vibrator into my soaking wet pussy. Both toys remain unpowered. Our eyes remain locked upon each other. The silent battle of wills remains in full force.

Although not for long.

You switch both toys on in the same instant, and a gasp passes my lips as waves of pleasure begin to throb both inside and out. The urge to squirm hits, but I manage to fight it off by biting my lip harder. Your smile increases as I continue letting out choked little gasps, fingers clenching as I somehow manage not to writhe beneath your magic touch.

I nearly cum within the first minutes of your gentle but insistent manipulation with the toys, but somehow, I fight back the orgasm. Not because I *want* to, but because I *need* to. This is going to be the round where I turn the tables on you. Even if just barely by the skin of my teeth. Or by sinking my teeth into the skin of my lips.

You actually *do* make me cum a few minutes later, but I find enough willpower to stay as motionless as possible; taking full advantage of your permission to be vocal by screaming my head off. This has you starting to breathe more heavily, and I see drops of precum beading along the tip of your cock. That gives me enough smugness of my own to stay strong and, more importantly, completely still.

I nearly cum again before your timer chimes out the tenth minute but just manage to hold out. You let out a soft chuckle as I start squirming the second the time expires. “Adorable little slut. I didn’t think you had it in you to win that second round. But win it you did.”

My eyes narrow. “You better not be going to add a *but* in there, Sir.”

“No, I think your *butt* has had quite enough for one evening. But your pussy certainly hasn’t. And I find myself wanting to sink my cock into that luscious pussy again. Consider Day Four atoned for, Brat. And now the really *fun* part begins…”

My pulse picks up speed at the same time nerves strike. I’m 100% sure you don’t intend the next part to be fun for *me…*

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