(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/))
(Part 4: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kyfjqv/boss_of_me_part_4/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kyfjqv/boss_of_me_part_4/))
You grab both my hands with yours, forcing them atop my head and holding them in place with just your dominant one. I let out a choked gasp as your other hand moves to my right nipple and squeezes it painfully. You take advantage of my gasp to kiss me possessively, branding me before your teeth nibble my tongue to the point of pain. This inspires an outright moan, something that has your eyes glinting with satisfaction.
I squirm against you, arms struggling to break free of your hand to no effect. You laugh softly before moving your free hand to my other nipple, squeezing just as hard and earning another gasp.
“Stop that!” I order, but the words come out much more softly than intended.
Your eyebrow arches. “What was that, Brat? Couldn’t quite make it out.”
“I s—said stop that!”
“Oh, isn’t that adorable? You still think you have any say at all in today’s activities.”
Your eyes latch onto mine as you methodically pinch one nipple and then the other, making me shudder in both pleasure and pain. The temptation to protest hits, but I force it aside, knowing that will only prolong the nipple torture. Something I would normally enjoy, but not when we’re locked in this dance of wills.
Not that staying silent gets me anywhere.
“I *do* love listening to you make those sexy little sounds as you writhe beneath me. Now what can I do to make this even better?”
You reach over to grab something outside my field of vision, but sharp stings at one nipple and then the other have me glancing down to see you’ve clamped them both. Seconds later you attach a silver chain to connect the clamps. My eyes widen because I know what comes next.
“Ah yes, this is *much* better. Now you’ll *really* sing for Sir.”
I bite down on my lip, stubbornly determined to do the exact opposite. And I succeed, too, at least for the first moments of you pulling on the chain. The pain is soft and almost gentle at first. But then a sadistic gleam lights your eyes, and you apply steadily increasing pressure. My lips tremble as I fight the urge to gasp, but that only makes you tug harder. At last, I can take it no longer, and I let out a groan that’s equal parts pained and aroused.
“Ah, there we go. My favorite part of the song.”
“S—Sir. Please!” I plead despite my best intentions.
You tilt your head and peer down with a satisfied smirk that makes my fingers itch to scratch you. Not that I can do anything with them since you’re still restraining me with one hand and tormenting me with the other. “Please, what, little slut? Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pull harder?”
Your hand pulls the chain sharply one more time, and my back arches with a violent jerk. “Yes. No. Oh god, I don’t know!”
Another soft chuckle as you press my hands down warningly. “Keep these *here* or you’ll regret it.” Your dominant hand then traces a teasing path along my skin while your other hand rhythmically tugs on the chain hard enough to earn more gasps. My body tenses as your dominant hand brushes against the juncture where my thighs meet before shoving them apart and moving to skim my clit. A gasp passes my lips as your fingers touch my sensitive bud, but it becomes a frustrated groan when you move lower to delve inside my pussy instead.
You ask in a knowing tone, “Problem, Brat?”
*Fuck you, Sir!* is what I *want* to say, but I settle for shaking my head stubbornly. “N—no, no problem at all. *Sir.*” I growl the last without any hint of respect.
Something that makes you smirk more. “You sure about that?”
“Absolutely. Positively. Sure.” You jerk on the chain to punctuate each word as I grit them out, earning an indrawn breath as my entire body shudders when your fingers suddenly dart out and into my pussy with harsh force. You finger fuck me for several long moments as you torment my nipples. Goosebumps break out along my flesh as pain and pleasure mingle. The sensations become too much to bear, which you realize judging by the way your fingers move to stroke my clit with even more pressure than you tease my nipples. “S—sir! Oh, god.”
“That’s it, Brat. Do you want to cum for Sir?”
Choked gasps are all I manage in reply until you suddenly remove your fingers and release the chain. My eyes flash to your own, and I catch you giving me The Look. “I asked you a question. Do. You. Want. To. Cum. For. Sir?”
My lips tremble as stubbornness wars with desire. Ultimately the second wins, and I give a jerky nod.
Your smirk returns as you begin rubbing your cock, watching my eyes widen as you place it against my pussy and your other hand against my throbbing clit. “Then beg me for it.”
An outraged gasp followed by the words “I will do *no such thing*!” passes my Bratty lips before I can stop them.
“Oh, Brat. We both know that’s not true. Beg for it now or pay for it later with that eighth round of edging. And then you’ll beg to cum anyway.”
I’d like to argue, but damn you for being right. My eyes flutter when you thrust your cock against my inner thighs but fail to penetrate. Wetness pools even more thickly inside me. My body is practically vibrating from the sensations you’ve inspired. Stubbornness isn’t going to get me anything but needless suffering, whereas a little begging is going to get me just what I want. What we both want.
“P—please, Sir.”
My words are plenty loud enough, but you tilt your head and pretend otherwise. “What was that, pet? I couldn’t quite hear.”
“You. Know. I. Said. Please, Sir!”
Your cock presses against my heat firmly but again without penetrating, and your hand takes up the silver chain to tug gently. “Please what, Brat? Beg me prettily enough if you want me to sink this cock inside you. Or else I’m going to show you how to *suck* the piper.”
My voice trembles as I give you my most pleading expression. “Please, Sir. Fuck me. Make me cum. Please, I need it so bad.”
You smile and let out a slight shiver. “There you go, little slut. Now *keep* begging or I stop.”
A moan escapes when you slam inside my body, one hand bracing against the bed while the other settles around my throat. Not yet squeezing, just placed there possessively as you rock against me with growing speed. I know you don’t make empty threats, so I keep up a litany of pleas for you not to stop. Any time my voice falls silent, you slow just enough to remind me of your order. You fuck me hard and fast, slowing slightly only when my voice fades, until my body begins to shudder, and my pleas become barely audible whimpers.
Only then do you stroke my clit once more, rubbing it just the right way as you slam into my pussy that I immediately begin to cum. I can’t help but moan loudly and let out a choked scream, which has you orgasming a moment later. Sending wave after wave of cum inside my body and inspiring another smirk on your face as you push back and stare down at me. “Check and mate, Brat. And we’ll call that Day Five atoned for. Only two more to go.”
My voice, gone raspy from all the begging, fails me as I stare up into your sweetly sadistic face and try to imagine what else could lie in store. Knowing that whatever it is, I adore having you be the boss of me.
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