Originally posted to r/BDSMerotica (by me!). Hoping to be more active ’round here…and other, exciting, *auditory* places (hint, hint). Enjoy x
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Look, I get it. I was being cheeky. Bratty, even. And yes, maybe I was being bratty for four days straight, taking advantage of my slight head cold because I knew he wouldn’t punish me while I was sick. Maybe I got a little drunk on the prospect of being above the law.
Each time I acted out, he’d shoot me a look of warning and I would think, *Oh, he won’t forget this. This will get me in trouble.* Then I would contemplate amending my ways but ultimately decided against it. After all, I was sick and bored. What else is a girl to do but torment her daddy?
So, fine. I was being a brat too long and with too much enthusiasm, but…
‘But I was sick,’ I protest. I’m kneeling on the floor of our room, completely naked, my arms bound behind my back. Rope encircles my torso, digging into the soft flesh of my breasts. The cool air caresses my nipples and I wriggle in my bindings, staring up at him pleadingly. He made me wait two days after my sniffles were gone before playing and I’m already impatient. I want to be bent over and fucked already, not bound and berated. ‘I had immunity from being punished.’
He raises his eyebrows. ‘That’s definitely not how it works.’ He clears his throat and begins to list my transgressions, referring to a sheet of notebook paper. ‘“Got Daddy hard in the doctor’s waiting room, then giggled until she was called in for her appointment.”’
‘That was the cold medicine,’ I say defensively. His expression, halfway between unimpressed and businesslike, turns me on more than it should.
‘“Refused to adhere to bedtime three nights in a row, despite being sick and needing to rest.”’
I pout. ‘I’d slept all day. I wasn’t tired yet.’
‘“Ate stale cookies for dinner instead of the soup Daddy made. Twice.”’
Ugh.
‘“Snuck into Daddy’s toy box while he was working, stole a vibrator, and came three times without permission.”’
Yeah, that was naughty. I would *not* have confessed to that had I known I could be held liable for my actions.
‘“Said ‘make me’ six times—on average—per day.”’ He pauses and shakes his head. ‘I kept count.’
I grimace.
He tosses the paper and walks over slowly, leaning down to stroke my face. ‘Naughty little brat,’ he coos, in the same voice he uses to call me a good girl. The contrast between his tone and his words heralds what will no doubt be a night-long mind fuck. ‘And look at you now, all tied up and helpless. Poor baby. I’m going to make you regret being so naughty.’ He pats my cheek hard—not quite a slap, but forceful enough to sting. My pussy clenches and a soft moan escapes me. ‘You like that, huh? Dirty girl.’ He slaps my cheek again, then grabs my face in one hand as he crouches down.
Pink-cheeked and desperately turned on, I lean forward, hoping for a kiss. He laughs at me, holding my face still. ‘Don’t be silly. I’m not giving you what you want for a long while yet.’ He slides his boot between my knees and pushes them apart. ‘Oh, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Already so wet.’ He strokes the inside of my thigh, slick with my arousal, drawing lines of fire closer and closer and—
*Slap.*
Just as his fingers neared my pussy, he stopped and instead landed a stinging smack to the inside of my thigh.
My eyes water as the sensitive skin flushes red. ‘Rude,’ I mutter, earning myself another smack. ‘You stay right there, princess.’ He smirks, patting my stinging cheek.
He rises and disappears behind me. I’m breathing so heavily, flushed with arousal and frustration, I barely hear him rummaging around in a drawer. He returns with my vibrator and a short length of rope. I squirm in anticipation, but reality sets in quickly. If he were feeling generous, the sight of the vibrator would be a good one. But he’s not feeling generous tonight.
‘Let’s make a deal,’ I say, trying to sound imperious as he crouches down to bind the vibrator to my thigh. ‘You get this little power trip over and done with quickly and I’ll let you fuck me.’ My voice strains toward the end as he presses the vibrator firmly against my clit. He hasn’t even turned it on, but my hips rock against it automatically, desperate for some friction.
‘You’ll let me fuck you,’ he repeats. His smile is humourless and the sight of his steely eyes almost knocks the breath out of me. He’s very much in control here and I am very much in trouble. I swallow a moan. ‘Princess, you’re not letting me do anything. I can do whatever I want,’ he flicks the vibrator on and I cry out at the wave of sensation, ‘whenever I want,’ he turns it up a notch and my hands ball into fists behind my back, ‘however I want.’ It’s been so long since we’ve played and I was so turned on already that my orgasm approaches swiftly, heat spreading through my body as my hips rock shamelessly against the vibrator.
‘Oh—*oh*—Daddy, can I please—’
He turns it off.
I almost fall forward as my body sags, but he catches me and sits me upright. ‘You’re just a helpless little girl with no control,’ he tells me. His voice sounds muted as desperate indignation over my stolen orgasm floods through me. A needy whimper escapes me. ‘You don’t get to come unless I allow it.’ He leans closer, his thumb gently stroking my throat. ‘And I don’t allow it, because you’re a naughty brat who doesn’t deserve to come.’
‘No, Daddy, please—’
‘Did I say you could speak?’
I stare at him pleadingly but shut up. One hand grips a fistful of my hair so I can’t move my head, the other reaching between my legs. He shoves my thighs farther apart before turning the vibrator back on, turning it to the lowest setting. Just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to push me over.
‘You tease me all week by being a brat, now it’s my turn to tease you.’
He stands up, not releasing his handful of my hair, and presses my face into his crotch. The denim rubs against my skin and I feel the hard length of his cock through the material. He releases me to unzip his fly, and even though I’m slightly frantic at the prospect of not being allowed to come tonight, my eyes glaze at the sight of him.
‘Open up, princess.’
I obey, taking him into my mouth, and a moan escapes me, muffled by his cock. His thrusts are slow at first, but quickly pick up speed. I run my tongue along his length and the movement of my hips against the weakly-pulsing vibrator becomes more desperate as my desire increases. Soon he’s fucking my face, two hands in my hair, guiding my movements. Wetness trickles down the inside of my thigh.
‘Should I come in your mouth or on your face?’ he muses.
I panic. What?! This is supposed to be foreplay! His threat to not let me come was just that—a threat. *Right?*
My protests are muffled by his cock in my mouth and he laughs at me. ‘You thought I was bluffing, didn’t you? Silly girl.’ His voice is strained slightly, and I can tell he’s close to coming. I try to move away to prevent his release, but he shoves me back down. ‘Uh-uh. You can’t get out of it that easily.’ But he leans over to check my hands, making sure I don’t have three fingers up—our non-verbal safeword. I stick my middle fingers up defiantly instead.
‘Little brat,’ he growls. The tempo of his thrusts increases, his cock pulsing, and I gag slightly, which only serves to encourage him. I whine—he should be coming inside *me*—but his hand holds my head firm, not letting me go. Cum fills my mouth and I swallow, relishing the taste of him. He withdraws before he’s finished, and warmth spatters my face as his orgasm slowly subsides.
‘Please,’ I gasp, sagging forward slightly, his hand gripping my hair the only thing keeping me from face-planting. My thighs are soaked; all I want is to be fucked. The stupid vibrator continues shuddering against me, too faint and slow to be anything more than a tease. ‘Daddy, *please*.’
He crouches down so we’re face-to-face, his hand still fisting my hair. I’m helpless, entirely unable to move—I can’t even turn my head. A drop of cum falls from my chin, landing on my breast and trailing down toward my stiff nipple. ‘You’re a mess,’ he says sympathetically. ‘You look like an absolute whore, princess.’
I whimper. ‘Daddy…’
‘What is it, baby?’
I wriggle, my eyes misted with tears. I need to come. ‘Please. Please.’
‘You want to come, is that it? You’re a desperate little slut who wants to come?’
‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘Please! Please, Daddy, *please*.’
‘Please what?’ he asks coldly.
‘Please can I come,’ I beg. ‘Please—I’ll do anything, Daddy, please can I—’
‘Shh, shh.’ He lets go of my hair and trails a hand down my neck lovingly, moving down until he reaches my breast. He pinches my taut nipple, twisting roughly, and I groan. ‘You were such a good girl just now…I guess I can let you come.’ His mouth twists in a wicked smirk. ‘But you’ll regret it.’
He reaches down and turns the vibrator up. I’m too relieved to process his threat. The slight increase in vibrations tips me over the edge and a faint cry escapes me as I come hard, eyes shutting, my whole body going taut as waves and waves of pleasure wash through me. I shudder as the aftershocks slowly subside, slumping against his chest.
‘Good girl,’ he whispers, then reaches down to turn the vibrator off—but he presses a button and rather than stopping, its speed increases. I whine at the overload of sensation, another orgasm ripping through me almost immediately.
‘Did that feel good, baby?’ he coos. ‘Want another one?’
I shake my head, barely able to speak. My hips jerk, now trying to escape the vibrations. ‘Too much,’ I mumble.
‘Too bad,’ he says.
‘What?’
He doesn’t bother to answer. The vibrator continues its assault on my swollen clit, and my muscles ache from tensing all over. His hand trails down my chest, pinching and stroking and twisting my nipples, a welcome distraction from the fire between my legs. A particularly rough pinch has me whimpering and another orgasm, sudden and unexpected, crashes over me.
‘Daddy,’ I plead, but the word is garbled as I begin to float away, delicious fog clouding my thoughts My hips squirm, trying to get a break, but all the movement does is intensify the pressure from the vibrator. I shudder.
He moves away, gently laying my upper body on the floor so I’m face-down, my ass in the air. What a sight I must be—arms bound, thighs soaked with arousal, cum on my cheek. The new angle offers a bit of relief and I exhale shakily. His footsteps sound distant, muted, and I barely notice him rummaging in the drawer again.
I do notice the pressure of cold glass against my pussy and yelp in surprise as he pushes the curved toy inside me. My yelp turns to a moan, then to a whimper as the overstimulation overwhelms me once again.
He turns the vibrator up and I cry out.
‘Don’t move, princess,’ he tells me with a wicked grin, patting my head. ‘I’m going downstairs to get a beer.’
I come again, and again, and again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/oao5mo/brats_what_you_deserve_bdsm_mdom_brattaming