Brat & Tamer 1
Brat & Tamer 1 [M/F] [oral] [orgasm control] [spanking] from eroticliterature
Brat & Tamer 2
Brat & Tamer 2 [M/F] [orgasm control] [oral] [squirting] [spanking] from eroticliterature
She went to get up and about fell over her legs were so wobbly. They had just had the best morning together making love over and over again, she was exhausted and hungry… starving actually. It was definitely going to be a Waffle House kind of morning, since she wanted to be lazy enough to not cook. So, she was headed to the master bath to pee, and shower and get ready for the day, or at least ready enough to be seen at Waffle House.
He laughed at her nearly falling over as she struggled to walk to the restroom only a few feet away. It was the prideful smirk laugh that most men have when they’ve “worn out” their woman. He was rather impressed with himself… until he went to get out of bed and fell over himself, because his legs gave out from under him. He looked up toward her direction to see if she noticed and caught her laughing so hard she was bent over holding her stomach. Then he started laughing. It was a funny moment to share and a good laugh for both of them to start their day. It has been one of the best starts to their days since they’ve been married. The joy they shared together was contagious and overflowing all parts of their relationship, even silly sexy moments like this.
When he finally got his footing, and walked into the bathroom, she was sitting on the pot peeing. He walked over to his side of the double vanity and started brushing his teeth. He hated the feeling of fuzzy teeth and taste of bad breath in the morning, but he wasn’t foolish enough to stop what she started. It was a delicious way to be woken up. Who was he to deny her the pleasure of sucking his cock? Who was he to stop himself from enjoying it too? He smiled to himself remembering the last couple hours in their bed…. then he remembered his last words spoken to her… “you didn’t have permission, sweetheart,” for her last orgasm.
He got that wicked grin on his face and she winced when she saw it forming on his lips as she looked at him in the mirror. He was brushing his teeth, but there was no hiding that mischievous grin he gets when he is planning something wicked for her. “What is he up to?” She wondered in thought. He caught her staring at him through the mirror and she quickly looked away. Damn it! She gets lost in staring at him, and he catches her more often than not when she does it. He’s just so handsome, she can’t help it. She is mesmerized by this man. Not just because she thinks he is easy on the eyes, but she truly loves his heart, his strong hands, his twisted mind, and delicious body. Mmmmm… she could stare at him aaaalllll day long.
“You like what you see?” He asked, catching her off guard again as she was staring at him. Damn it! She thought by now she’s be used to seeing him, standing there stark naked. It’s his presence… his commanding presence that captivates her. He is so damn confident of himself that she is free to just be herself putting all her worries and cares aside to fully trust him to protect her, lead her, and command her as he sees fit for her benefit… which usually works out to be for his benefit as well… that sneaky bastard! But she loves every bit of him for it, because she knows he also loves every bit of her as well.
“Yes, sir! I do!” She said with a satisfying sigh full of confidence that he belonged to her and she could look with her eyes and her hands as much as she wanted. She giggled to herself, as she caught sight of his cock rising revealing his hidden approval for the staring she was doing. She knew he liked to act tough, knowing deep down that he was a softy on the inside, at least for her.
“Come here,” he said with a smile. She had finished her business long ago, but never bothered to get up since she was enjoying the view. She hopped up and sashayed toward him, letting her sexy hips sway a little extra for his viewing pleasure. She was rewarded to see his cock hardening as she strutted toward him. As soon as she was within arms reach, he took her into his arms and planted a minty fresh kiss fully on her lips, claiming them for himself and inserting his tongue to conquer his territory. She liked the minty fresh kisses he gives her first thing in the morning… well, most mornings, with today as an exception. She had thrown off the emperor’s groove, and he didn’t mind her doing so at all.
She was all wrapped up in this kiss with him. He reached down with his right hand to cup her ass and then let his hand trace down the back of her thigh to draw up her knee to his hip so she was left balancing on one foot with his muscular thigh firmly standing between her legs. She liked his legs, his strong legs. She could feel herself getting wet all over again. She could feel his cock caught between them. His left arm was supporting her around her back and pulling her into him. She had her arms wrapped around him, clutching him for support and pulling him into her with all the desire she had. He was starting a fire she was hoping he was going to put out soon, so they could go eat.
“Oh!” She gasped as he deftly turned her around and bent her over away from him and she grabbed the vanity for support. She looked up into the mirror in front of her to see that wicked grin reappearing. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the wet slit of her pussy and her ass. “Wider” he ordered. She quickly scooted her legs to about shoulder with apart. “OW!” She squeaked! He smacked her bare ass. “Wider!” He spoke a little more forcibly. She quickly complied spreading her legs wider, so that her pussy was in the perfect height for him to ram rod her from behind. She could feel her pussy quivering with heat and soaking his cock as her juices began to drip down the inside of her thighs. She was mesmerized by him again, getting lost in watching him through the mirror handle her was like an outer body experience, where she could feel every minute detail of touch that she was watching happening to the couple in the mirror. Fuck! She was on fire, with every nerve attentive to his touch, only his touch.
“What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?” He asked mockingly. “Whatever the fuck you want to baby. I am yours, all yours” she answered in her best innocent temptress voice she could muster. “Good girl!” He responded. She felt the warm rush between her legs. That warm rush that she only gets from hearing him say “good girl,” in that sexy dominant approving way.
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“OW!” Her eyes watered as he reddened her ass with a strong swat to her backside. He caught her by surprise and she instantly felt the heat radiating from her smooth skin right in the sensitive area of her seat. That’s going to make it hard to sit at breakfast…
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He sent fire to her other cheek. She went to reach back with one hand to rub the fire out of her ass. She couldn’t reach back with both hands since she was holding her position by holding onto the vanity in front of her. “Ow ow! Babe, what was that for?! I’ve been a very good girl this morning,” she whined. Not daring to move just yet. “Because, Babe, you said I could do ‘whatever the fuck I want,’ and right now I want to spank your ass and give a nice glow. In fact, I want you count each spank you receive. If you miscount then we will start over. Understood?” he says in that commanding voice that makes her melt and get all warm and wet between her legs. “Yes, sir,” she says. Shit! She thought. This counting is only because one time… ONE time she couldn’t remember exactly how many orgasms she was allowed to have and NOW she has to be the one counting. Why does EVERYTHING have to turn into one of his twisted games? Why couldn’t he just be a normal guy who enjoys his girl and all that she is offering him?
Why…
SMACK
“OW!” That hurt. It actually hurt. He’s not making this a funishment at all. She could feel the sting of her skin and goosebumps rising..
“Mmmmm….” she hummed as he was rubbing her ass. She loved the feel of his strong hands on her body. He is toying with her… lighting a fire and rubbing it out. Her body was betraying her mind as she could feel her pussy spasming with every spank making her wetter.
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“OOOOUUUCH!” She rocked forward up on her toes. As she thrust her hips forward toward the sink she was holding trying to get her ass away from him and those damned stinging hands. His hand was stinging he spanked her so hard. Two red hand prints formed on the round globes of her ass. Her eyes were actually watering from the pain. She wasn’t sure how this made any sense after the morning they had just spent together in bed… but she was trusting him, or at least trying to trust him even if she didn’t understand how in the hell this benefited her? She was crying real tears, because of the confusion and her ass was really on fire…. “OOOOHHHHH!!!” She moaned as she felt his finger slide right inside her soaking wet pussy. “Damn! Sweetheart, you are soooo fucking wet. I think you like being spanked,” he said in his low growly dominating voice that makes a mess in her pants every time he uses that voice with her. “I like being spanked by YOU, and only you. I give myself to you, baby, for your pleasure. I trust you, and if… mmmmmm,” she moaned as he inserted a second finger. She was rocking her hips back toward him trying to ride his hand. The mix of the pain in her ass with the pleasure of his fingers slowly fucking her pussy, was turning her body against her mind, and she was beginning to see, hear, and FEEL the benefit of what he was doing to her.
“Sweetheart?” He called for her. She she hadn’t yet regained her position. “Sweetheart?” He called again. “Lift your head and look at me in the mirror.” He cooed. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, she was so focused on the pleasure she had shut her eyes and lowered her head to shut every distraction out, even him. He was always her distraction. She locked eyes with him, and she saw that hot smoldering look of intense primal heat as his eyes focused on his prey…her. She instantly felt a fresh warm rush between her legs, she felt her pussy grip his fingers. She swallowed hard trying to wet her mouth as it suddenly became dry because all her moisture was emanating from her pussy.
“I need you to count, sweetheart,” he said softly, with firm instruction as a reminder of the momentary task. Her eyes looked away in shame. She always looked away first whenever they would just stare at one another. She couldn’t hold his gaze for long without getting that goofy grin and feeling embarrassed. But, this time, she felt she had disappointed him, and that hurt her heart. “Honey, look at me. Lift your head and look at me, please,” he said coaxing her, calling to her, drawing her out of herself to follow his instructions. He saw the scrunching forehead and the flash of sadness wave across her face just as she looked away. He knew she was struggling internally. “Uuuughhh!” She whined as he removed his fingers from her honey pot coated in her delicious nectar. “Mmmmm,” he moaned as she looked up in time to see him licking his fingers clean. He chuckled, as she was bent over looking at him through the mirror waiting, because he just stopped pleasuring her… “I see I now have your full attention,” he said with a smirk. She stuck out her tongue, being a bit bratty. “Watch it darling!” He corrected her quickly, and she withdrew her tongue back into her mouth. “Damn! Can he not let her be playful for one damn minute?!” she thought.
“Did you hear what I said before I pulled out, sweetheart?” He asked honestly. Shit! Shit! Shit! “Noooo?” She asked hoping he would help her out. “No what? And I asked for an answer not a question,” he said firmly. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she bit her bottom lip. He started rubbing the small of her back, her ass, back of her thighs… she loved his touch. He is not making this easy to remember if he is going to keep distracting her like this. “Noooo, siiiiiiiirr,” she managed to get out, barely. She was focusing on his touch, she loved his hands on her body and in her body. “Last time I am going to say this, next time it will be a real punishment. I don’t like repeating myself, and you know that. But since you’ve been such a wonderfully good girl this morning, I’ll let it slide,” he spoke as he reinserted two fingers as he said the word “slide”. And he did, let it slide, all the way in. “Mmmmphhh,” she moaned biting her lip trying to maintain focus on his mouth so she could read his lips, trying to help her understand his instructions. “I need you to count, if you forget to count or miscount we will start over. Understand?” He asked clearly. “Y… yeess, siiiirr,” she breathed out as she began to rock her hips on his hand. “I tell you what, if you can tell me how many spanks you have had so far, then we can be done with this game,” he said with a smart ass smirk. Shit! She couldn’t concentrate with his hands working her over like this… but she didn’t want it to stop either… ok, ok, ok, she could do this… “Uuummm…. mmmmm,” she started to answer and he suddenly shoved his two fingers deeper into her hard. “Oooohhhh…. uuuhhh… mmmm… honey, I… ooohh” she was trying but his fingers started curling inside of her, and she felt her legs started shaking she was getting close… she could feel herself coating his hand and it running down her thigh. “Do you have an answer for me, sweetheart?” He asked knowing she was humming inside and finding it hard to concentrate on numbers. “Uuummm… I… I think… you… oooohhh… shit!… you have spanked me…. mmmmm… 3 times? Sir?!” She breathed out amongst her ragged breathing. “Uuugghhh! NOOOOO!!!” She whined as she felt him stop and pull out of her. She tried to grip his fingers to keep them inside her.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, that is incorrect.” He said with a wicked smile. She got that worried look, like she might be in trouble… knowing she was about endure more spanks. “So, now, we begin again and this time you must count every one. Understood?” He said firmly. “Yes… sir,” she sighed. She agreed to his rules, but that didn’t mean she always had to like them. She closed her eyes as she felt him begin to rub her ass, and could feel the goosebumps prickle here skin under his touch.
SMACK
“One,” she said plainly.
“Good girl,” he said pleasingly, as he rubbed her ass. She rocked into his hand.
SMACK
“Two,” she said breathy. She was warming up again. He rubbed her ass that he had just swatted. Not sure if he is rubbing it in or out, but either way she loved the feel of his hands on her bare skin.
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“Threeeee!” She squealed. That hurt more than the others and the sting was lingering a bit longer this time. Her eyes watered and she bit her lower lip as she felt his fingers sliding along her slit as he rubbed her ass. “Mmmm” she purred. “Eh emm” he cleared his throat loudly enough to make her pause in her thoughts. Shit! Was she forgetting something?!?!? “Oh… AND four,” she quickly called hoping it was in time to not be considered for starting over.
“Good girl,” he said with pleasure knowing he had just let her off the hook, but he truly didn’t care. He was enjoying their morning and extending that to this time was oh so good, he didn’t want to ruin it.
SMACK!!!!
“FUUUUUUCCCCKKK, BAAAAAABE!!!!” She yelled out, as his final spank was up between her legs on her pussy and the tip of his finger snapped on her clit. Her legs about buckled under the pain and pleasure, but he caught her under her waist to hold her in position. She tried to snap her legs together to help, but he stepped his foot in between so that she caught his muscular thigh in her between hers. “Oooooohhhh,” she moaned as she felt him forcing her to ride his thigh as he gripped the small of her back and drive her down his quad muscle with her soaking wet pussy leaving a happy trail of slime on his leg. (She liked to call it a snail trail.) Oh, his thigh felt sooooo goood. Skin on skin, gets her juices running. She felt… she needed… she…. “FIVE, sir, I’m sorry sir, please forgive me sir,” she pleaded looking at him through the mirror, hoping beyond hope she remembered in time…
“Good girl,” he said approvingly, “I forgive you.” “Thank you baby,” she said earnestly, not wanting to disappoint, but that last swat caught her off guard and then his thigh was feeling sooo goood rubbing the sting into her pussy that she was beginning to hum on the inside looking forward to the finish line that was just out of reach.
“Aaaaahhh!” She gasped as she felt him slide an arm under her cupping her breast and the other hand grabbing a fistful if hair pulling her up and into him. Her shoulders were sore, and probably would be for days after holding that position for a bit without support. She laid her head back on his shoulder and watched in the mirror as his hands played with her body. He was groping her breast, and pinching her nipples rolling them between thumb and finger. She loved how his hands had a strong commanding grip when he grabbed her breasts. He owned her body. She felt taken by him whenever he manhandled her this way and she creaming between her legs and could feel it trickling down the inside of her thigh. Damn! She was a fucking soaking wet needy mess! She needed some relief. You’d think after all the fun they had in bed she’d be less needy, but he knows how to play her body like concert pianist knows how expertly stroke every key to play her melody. He was making music with her body, playing it just right to get her humming, moaning, purring, sloppy wet sex sounds to come from her body… all she needed now was to climax and let her body sing the finale! But that would be too easy for him to let her go. She could feel his hard cock resting against her ass and she ground back grabbing him with her hands reaching back to pull his hips into her, holding him close. “Mmmmm…good girl,” he moaned with a smile as they stared into each other’s eyes through the mirror.
His hands working her abused nipples. Pulling them away from her body and letting them snap back. “Ah!” She gasped. She loved the mixture of pleasure and pain. His hand traced down her valley, down over stomach, and down to her freshly shaved mound. He loved her smooth skin. He especially loved how she presents herself to him fully prepared for whatever decadently depraved idea he can come up with. She always said she’d try anything once. “Oooooohhhhh…. mmmmmm” she purred as he started circling her clit, applying just enough pressure to tease but not to please. Now she was tormented with a choice: keep grinding his cock with her ass, or rock forward away from his cock to get more pressure from his finger on her clit. He liked seeing the internal conversation playing across her face with twitching lips, clenching jaws, and scrunching forehead. He smirked knowingly.
She decided to rock forward… “Aaaahh,” she breathed as she was rewarded with more pressure on her clit and then… “Aaaahh…Nnnnggghh…mmmpphhh,” she gasped as he inserted two fingers hard and his thumb on her clit and picked her up by her pussy, just enough to get her on her tippy toes and all her weight was on his hand. It was pleasurably uncomfortable. When let her back down, he thrusted forward from behind as felt his cock nestling between her ass cheeks poking at her back door, as his fingers started working in and out of her love tunnel. Her body was reacting to all the stimulation at once, soaking his hand in her love juice and grinding back on his cock. She wondered what it would be like to have him up her ass. It may not be a “go to” position all the time, but she would like to feel him fill her ass at least once. He was working her clit, her breathing was becoming ragged… “I’m gonna cum, honey, I’m gonna cum… mmmmm, please… please let me cum, baby,” she was pleading. He loved it when she got this worked up. “No,” he said simply. No further instruction, nothing, he just kept toying with her clit, and ramming two fingers inside of her, while rimming her ass with his cock. She was clawing as his hips to pull him inside her, to do something to keep her from finishing. She was brimming on the edge waiting for the dam to burst. “Please, baby, OOOOHHH…. I’m going to cum if you don’t stop…PLEASE, let me cum, oh please, I’m gonna cum,” she was mumbling now trying to hold off and trying to let him know she was so close. “Do NOT FUCKING cum! You DO NOT have permission,” he growled in that low dominating commanding voice that makes her wetter and quiver inside. FUCK! she was close, so close, soooooo clooooossssee… “AAAHHH!!!! Babe, please, please, please, I’m gonna cum, please stop, please stoooop…. Oooooohhhh, uuuuuugggghhhh!!!… PLEEEEEAASSSSEE STTOOOPP MMEEEE!!!!” she was wailing and begging she was clawing as his flesh and trying to get away from his hand flicking her clit, she was brimming, she could feel the hot lava bubbling inside her fiery volcano, and she began to feel her body trembling to hold off….
“NOOOOOOO!! AAAAHHHH!!!” She screamed as suddenly pulled his fingers out and pulled his hips away and caught her under the arms as she collapsed to the floor clutching her legs together holding… holding…. focusing… and feeling the molten lava inside of her simmering down… slowly…soooo slowly. If he touched her, she would cum… she was sooooo clooose. He sat beside her with a hand lightly stroking her back, just letting her lay there in the bathroom floor for just a few moments as her breathing was steadying. She was a wreck, a cum needy wreck. She had not held out that hard before… but she didn’t want to disobey twice in one morning. She already came once today without permission. She wanted to please him soooo bad. He smiled down at her as he rubbed her back, she was settling. He leaned over an whispered in her ear, “Good girl. I am so proud of you.” He was so pleased with her. She amazes him in so many ways and this moment was just a small example of her commitment to him and to them. He was a blessed man to simply know her, and he was even more blessed to be with her. He definitely didn’t deserve her.
The story continues on in Brat & Tamer 4…
Brat & Tamer 4 [M/F] [orgasm control] [temperature play] [oral] from eroticliterature
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