She’d been bratting for a few days now. The distance between us gave her a slight air of safety that she could push buttons from afar and see what she could get away with. She had said, of course, that she brats so she can get her face slapped and fucked and put her in place.
I’m ready to oblige.
Admittedly I was slipping, caught up in the emotions of their quickly blooming relationship, focusing more on capturing her heart than keeping her hungry for my cock. Deep down I know that she wants me in all ways, but I had a habit of looking too deeply into things and taking control over shit I had zero business taking control over. Best to do what I’m best at and keep her needy for me, the rest will develop over time, as it certainly has.
Today was the day to get back on the saddle and remind her why she wants me. She doesn’t want to be exposed emotionally, she wants to be exposed physically. And I’m *fucking* here for it.
Despite her continued and consistency in pressing my buttons, one simple utterance of the words ‘good girl’ and she was right back to being that compliant, cum slut for me that she is. All she wants is for me to own her, and it’s my fucking pleasure.
“Strip,” I said simply.
She shuddered a “ffuckk” from her mouth as she immediately did as she was told. There was my good girl, ready to take the punishment that she’d been begging for for days now.
My eyes motioned for her to lie down and present her perfect little body for my inspection. Her ivory skin blushed on her cheeks at the unspoken dominance my face expressed filled the room. I was hungry for her, and she could feel it. The nipples atop her gorgeous, large tits pebbled from the heat from my looming over her. She let out a slight whimper as she suddenly became acutely aware at how exposed and vulnerable she’d now become.
I ran my calloused fingers along her thigh, past her hip to the side of her ribcage. She’d done her best to hide the fact that she was insanely ticklish there, and I couldn’t help myself at pressing slightly harder on my touch to disarm her further.
She giggled and jumped slightly away from the touch, but not without clenching her thighs together at the realization that I now had one more tool at my disposal to torture her with. She let out an adorable “hmmm” of satisfaction as she settled back into the bed for further inspection.
I drew my fingers upwards from her ribs towards her nipple, stopping for a pinching and pulling acknowledgment of their firmness. She arched her back slightly and pressed her tit into my hand, encouraging me to stop with the tease and grab it with the strength she’d been dying for for days.
“Not yet, princess. You don’t get to talk shit for days on end and then expect to get what you want from me without repercussion,” I growled.
Her frowning at my words turned into a lip bite; she was still egging me on to tear into her like an animal. I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted yet, she was going to *beg* for me to ravage her.
I was desperate to taste her, but refused to give her what she wanted, yet. I leaned down and opened my mouth and pressed my teeth into her neck as if to take a piece of her flesh, but only just that. A soft, wet kiss developed, allowing my teeth to scrape her skin reminding her that they were here, but not hers yet. Another shudder and whimper escaped her sweet lips as I withdrew my mouth from her neck.
“My sweet girl,” I said as I once more ran my open hand across her neck. She bit her lip again as her eyes widened with desire at the impending choke she was about to receive.
Or so she thought.
I pressed play on my phone, and Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” filled the room, the song that we’d designated for impact play. Her thighs pressed together in excitement, and her skin rippled in goosebumps at the thought of getting her ass beat.
“Are you hungry for my touch, kitten?”
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned.
Such a meek girl under my spell.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qbdlul/tease_part_1