(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/))
(Part 5: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l9rjn5/boss_of_me_part_5/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l9rjn5/boss_of_me_part_5/))
You lean down and kiss my lips softly, caressing my cheeks and inspiring me to burrow deeper into the mattress with a soft sigh. Tenderness crosses your face, foolishly lulling me into a relaxed state for the moment of peace you allow before striking again. You straddle my thighs, pinning me into place as you fasten my hands to the top corners of the bed once more. A devilish gleam lights your eyes, making me shiver slightly.
“S—Sir?” I can’t help but stammer.
“Yes, Brat?” Your tone is casual as you retrieve a turquoise marker from the nightstand and uncap it, pressing the wet tip to the bare skin just beneath my neck and allowing a smug smile to cross your lips.
That has me sputtering angrily, since one of this week’s Brattiest deeds involved me telling you quite snottily that nobody would *ever* write degrading comments on my skin. I’d gone a step further and forbidden you to even *think* about doing that to me. Of course, since I hadn’t made it a hard limit, that had been like waving a red flag in front of a bull. The fact you choose my favorite color for marking me doesn’t escape my notice. And I know full well it hasn’t escaped yours.
“Sir!” I say again, this time in a warning tone.
“Yes, Brat?” You repeat mockingly. “Have you got something relevant to say, or are you simply pretending to be a broken record?”
“I told you that Hell would freeze over before I allowed someone to write on me.”
You tilt your head and continue smiling down at me. “Well then, it would appear Lucifer is ice skating tonight, because I am *most definitely* writing on you. Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. And I must thank you for giving me the inspiration for this particular punishment.”
I start to make a snide comment, but your free hand flashes to the side and then stuffs my panties in my mouth again. Outrage causes my cheeks to redden, and I wriggle to knock you over, but it’s no use. You barely budge, although my movement causes the marker to leave a swirly line across my skin instead of whatever word you’d planned. That has you pursing your lips in annoyance and grabbing a wet wipe from the nightstand. You roughly scrub the line off, making me wince, and then you slowly and deliberately write the word “Brat” in large letters just beneath my clavicle.
“There. One down. Six more to go.”
I’m torn between frustration and curiosity, a captive audience as you move the marker to etch “Sir’s” across my right breast and “Slut” across the left. Unexpected pleasure stirs at the visual reminder that I belong to you. Something that annoys the hell out of me given that I’d forbidden you from doing this. You must have noticed that in my expression because your smile becomes knowing as you move the marker to my abdomen. “Naughty Girl” appears upon my stomach, and then you shift just slightly so you can write on each thigh. You scrawl “Fuck” on the right and “Toy” on the left. Then you add an arrow pointing to my pussy on one side and an arrow pointing toward my ass on the other.
My breath hitches as you recap the marker and toss it aside. Your eyes lock onto mine as you reach over for something I don’t see, since my attention is too captivated by the intensity of your gaze to look away. A choked gasp is muffled by the makeshift gag when you thrust our largest dildo into my pussy. A flick of your finger turns its vibrating feature on, and my teeth clench as you start thrusting the toy out and back in with slow but harsh force. I’m sopping wet in mere moments, something you take advantage of to lubricate your cock. My eyes widen when I realize your intent just seconds before you shove my legs up so you can slowly slide inside my ass with your dick while you continue fucking me with the dildo.
Shuddering gasps escape my lips, although they’re muffled by the panties. Your cock thrusts out and back into my ass in the same slow but forceful pace as the dildo penetrates my pussy. My eyes roll as waves of pleasure pulse inside. The sensations become too much, and a tear rolls down my cheek.
You lean down and lick the tear away with a smile gone soft and sweet. Lulling me into a relaxed state once more—until you murmur, “That’s a good fuck toy. Cry for Sir as he makes you cum again and again. You thought the edging drove you crazy? Just you wait, my Bratty little slut. You’ve only seen the barest *edge* of insanity.”
That has me steeling myself, but it does me little good. You fuck both my holes with dildo and cock until I cum. Rather than allowing yourself to orgasm as well, you pull out of my ass and replace your dick with the large butt plug. You continue fucking me with the dildo, randomly changing its vibration speed and pattern, making it impossible for me to predict and thus impossible to stop each inevitable orgasm. Even so, I’m able to resist shedding any more tears for the first three orgasms, but that only makes you more determined. You pull the wand back out and use both it and the dildo, and the pleasure becomes more than I can bear. Tears pool in my eyes, and you lick each one away as you continue forcing me to orgasm one after another. I have long since lost count before you finally stop.
“Ahhh, your tears taste so sweet, minx. Are you ready to beg for my forgiveness yet? Oh. Silly me! I forgot to remove your gag.” You pull the panties out of my mouth and tilt your head expectantly. “Well, Brat? Ready to beg?”
The condescending smugness in your tone has me stiffening my spine and glaring. “I’m glad you loved the taste of my tears, *Sir*, because those are the only liquid from me that you’re going to taste any time soon.”
You shake your head and wave a finger in admonishment. “You really shouldn’t make threats you’re in no position to enforce, pet. I realize I said I wouldn’t be the one sucking today, but you’ve inspired the idea for another punishment. And *technically* I can taste your juices without actually sucking…”
I shake my head for a different reason as you slide your body down my legs until your mouth poises above my drenched pussy. Normally I’d be all about you eating me out, but the minutes—hours?—of forced orgasms have taken their toll. I begin to beg you to stop. That of course makes you even more determined. Your talented tongue begins to stroke against my clit as your fingers tease my pussy. I writhe beneath you, moaning and gasping in pleasure every time you bring me to another orgasm even as tears roll down my cheeks. It feels like another eternity passes before you take mercy, pushing up to stare into my wild eyes.
“Let me ask you one more time, Brat. You ready to beg for my forgiveness?”
Every ounce of rebellion has been tormented out of me. I can only nod emphatically, earning a pleased smile as you lean down and lick away my last few tears. “Excellent to hear. Just hold onto that thought a little longer. After all, that penance only concludes Day Six. You can beg for forgiveness once you’ve atoned for Day Seven…”
Assuming I *survive* one more day’s worth of penance…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lnbqqf/boss_of_me_part_6
So good! As always!