(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/))
(Part 6: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lnbqqf/boss_of_me_part_6/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lnbqqf/boss_of_me_part_6/))
My Inner Brat may be temporarily subdued, but I can’t resist casting you my sweetest expression. “Sir, can’t I just beg you now? I mean technically, today *is* Day Seven. What if I go ahead and *suck* the piper? Can’t that count as today’s atonement?”
Your lips twist. “It’s almost like you can read my mind sometimes, Brat. Remember how I mentioned that *I* wouldn’t be the one doing the sucking today?”
Trepidation has me squirming beneath you, which only makes your smile grow. “Nervous, my pet? I wonder why…”
You slowly slide up my body and straddle my chest. My eyes widen in realization as you thrust your cock against my lips and reach behind. A gasp escapes me when you place the wand against my clit and power it on.
“S—Sir?” I ask through clenched teeth, not wanting to give you an opportunity to do what you so clearly want.
Laughter echoes as you push your dick more firmly against my mouth. “Open up, minx. We’ve got one last game to play. If *you* win, then I’ll declare Day Seven successfully completed. If *I* win, we’ll start everything over again tomorrow.”
My mouth drops open at this outrageous statement, but that’s just the opening you need. Before I can protest your exceptional unfairness, your cock slides past my lips and delves deeply into my throat. I gag slightly, and your eyes roll in obvious pleasure. Angry choked noises are all I can make with my mouth so full. You pick up my emotions, however, and your eyes flash open in amusement.
“Ah yes, I almost forgot the rules. They’re simple. Whichever of us makes the other cum first wins. You can use only your mouth and tongue—no hands—and I can use only the wand. No time limit, and I’ll even give you an advantage. I must make you come three times to win. You only need to make me come once. After all, it’s so fucking easy for me to make you sing, whereas you’re not nearly so talented.” When my eyes flash angrily, your free hand wags in the air. “Might want to channel those negative emotions into trying to win, sweetheart. There’s a lot on the line here. For you.”
When those words fade, you wield the wand with a deft touch, sending tingles spiraling along my lower body. I bite back a moan and narrow my eyes. Innate competitiveness flares, and I enthusiastically work your cock with my mouth and tongue. The speed with which I earn an indrawn breath from you has me smiling as I start to suck even harder. Unfortunately, you also view it as the challenge it is and increase the wand’s speed, moving it in the precise pattern you know drives me crazy. My breathing becomes more frantic, which makes it hard to concentrate on making you cum.
Panic flares as I remember what’s at stake. I channel sheer determination and manage to hold out against the intense pleasure for two whole minutes. I suck and lick as if my life—okay, more like my pride—depends on it. You let out a hiss and glance down at me, intensity burning in your eyes. My breath hitches when you click the wand’s power up one more level and press it directly against my most sensitive spot. An orgasm sweeps across me like a tsunami, causing my legs to shake and my eyes to roll back. My head smacks hard against the mattress, leaving your cock throbbing above my mouth.
Beads of pre-cum fall onto my tongue, sliding down my throat since I’m too busy moaning to do anything but swallow. Smugness flashes across your face. You chant in a chirpy singsong. “Sir: 1. Brat: 0!” I narrow my eyes and redouble my efforts. Unfortunately, you do the same.
It’s impossible to ignore the waves of ecstasy your talented fingers send across my body courtesy of the wand. I grit my teeth in frustration that I can’t use my own hands, since that would make winning this last game easy as pie. Then again, I never *did* like taking the easy way out. And this Brat has plenty of tricks up her sleeve.
A smile curves my lips and I slow my pace, concentrating on teasing the head of your cock with my tongue and mouth in long, drawn-out movements that have you shuddering. For a moment, you lose yourself in the sensations I inspire, and the wand eases its relentless pressure against my clit as your hand slackens. You let out a loud groan, and my body tenses in anticipation because I just *know* you’re seconds away from cumming.
Something you realize, too. Your eyes narrow as you begin pressing the wand against my clit more feverishly. I let out groans of my own as spasms undulate across my lower body, and I sound equal parts ecstatic and angry when I scream from the force of my second orgasm.
Your smugness resurges, practically dripping from your voice when you declare, “Sir: 2. Brat: 0!” You shake your head with false pity. “Oh dear, dear, dear. It looks like you’re going to be in for another long, *rough* day tomorrow!”
I pull back far enough to retort, “Don’t you know better than to count your eggs before they’re hatched, Sir?”
It becomes a bit easier to ignore the wand vibrating against my most sensitive area, especially when I ponder the ramifications of another day like today. Especially a mere 24 hours later. Neither my body (especially not my ass) nor pride are going to survive *that*, so I become a Brat possessed. My lips and tongue lap and suck your cock like never before. Soon enough, you’re the only one whose body shivers and mouth moans as I work. Your hand slackens against my clit once more, until you let out a sudden yell and begin to shake from the force of your orgasm. Cum flows into my mouth, and I don’t even mind swallowing up every bit of it this time. It tastes like sweet victory.
You roll off and over to my side, body still shuddering as you let the wand fall against the bed and look into my smug eyes. I bat my lashes exaggeratedly. “I believe that’s Sir: 2 and Brat: Winner Takes All!”
Your brow arches. “Don’t push your luck, Brat.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’ll stop pushing my luck just as soon as you say it.”
You give me the Look. “Care to rephrase that request?”
My breath hitches. “Um…can you please say it so that it’s official, Sir?”
“I’m a man of my word, minx. That’s Day Seven atoned for, but now you have something *you* need to say.”
My lashes flutter in feigned innocence once more. “I can’t imagine what on earth *that* might be.”
“I believe one of us made an outrageous claim earlier tonight that we both know is untrue. I’ll give you this one chance to correct that statement, or tomorrow we’ll repeat my favorite parts of today as punishment for you telling such a ridiculous lie.”
The sadistic tone in your voice has me gulping, especially when I think about my *least* favorite parts of the day, knowing those will undoubtedly be your *favorites.* “I…Sir…You are most definitely the Boss of Me.”
You pull me tightly to your side and wrap your arms around me. I sigh softly as I snuggle close, melting when you finally utter my two favorite words. “Good girl.”
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