Page 9 of Taming His Brat

“Couldn’t hurt. Sometimes I just don’t think you put your best effort into things, Charlie.” It was a struggle not to grin along with her. Instead, he tossed the birch onto the bed and stripped out of his clothes.

He got comfortable on his back, head on the pillows, and motioned for her to move over to his left side. She settled there on her hands and knees, ass wiggling teasingly as she leaned down to lick at his hard shaft. Her hair shielded her face like a dark curtain, and he reached out to tuck it back behind her ears. He wanted to see her expressions during this.

He wanted to watch as she took him into her mouth. But she was back to teasing, taunting him to use the birch as she hinted at the pleasures waiting for him. She got comfortable, spread her knees wide for balance and lowered herself to her elbows as she tasted and licked. Her mouth would dip over the head of his shaft but then she’d let it slip free.

He knew what she wanted. He picked up the birch and snapped it across her bare ass and thighs. Since his erection was in no danger from her teeth, he didn’t bother to be gentle and it was a hard stroke.

She jumped with a gasp, and gave him a pouting look, but it got the message across. When she leaned back in, she took him in her mouth and began to suck.

The short break had given him a little more endurance, but he knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to the edge. Her tongue stroked him as her head bobbed, taking his length deeper each time. The wet heat felt like home and he groaned as his head fell back. For a second, he just let himself enjoy the way her mouth collapsed around his erection, so the wet heat hugged the shaft.

He hadn’t gotten out the birch for nothing. Once he’d adjusted enough to catch his breath, he began to use it. It was gentler than before, but enough to sting. He could encourage her towards what he liked that way, and did, though there wasn’t much about a blow job that he didn’t like.

It wasn’t all that different from having sex, except that it was more intense in ways he couldn’t entirely explain. Her mouth was more reactive, adapting to his movements as his hips slowly rocked upwards. She had a little more control this way, which was why there was nothing quite like being sucked off.

But there was more to it than that. With all the work on her side he could lay back and let himself drift into the sensations. Swinging the birch occasionally was no effort at all and getting to enjoy the look on her face as she concentrated on his cock heightened everything for him.

It made it hard to focus, especially when he was so close, but he enjoyed watching the way she gave the task all her focus. Her eyes closed as she immersed herself in the act of lavishing attention on his cock. The birch swung slow and steady, encouragement but no unexpected pain while he was nestled so vulnerably between her teeth.

It was just enough burn to keep her going and each time it whooshed across her ass she’d put a little more enthusiasm into what she was doing. It was like a reward for spanking her, and he loved it. It took effort to keep from increasing the speed and force of each strike just to get to the end, but he wanted to draw it out as long as possible.

“Fuck, Charlie… if you always used your mouth likethisyou’d never get in trouble.” The growled words seemed barely human.

She made a sound of garbled laughter, and the feel of it around the head of his cock made his balls tighten. Tension ran the length of his body as he tried to hold out, but it was too much. There was the usual pushing/pulling inside as his body hurtled desperately towards orgasm. His cock demanded to come, while his mind tried to pull it back to make the goodness continue just alittlelonger. It was always a losing battle.

There was a gathering sensation in his middle, a feeling of everything being pulled to the center. He barely had time to warn her before his hips bucked andthen he was emptying himself into her mouth one jerk at a time. Her rapid swallowing drew out the pleasure for an endless moment while he hovered there.

He heard a shout and realized it was his. His breath sounded loud and ragged in his own ears. And her throat gagging around the tip as she tried to swallow down every drop suddenly shifted from wonderful to way-too-sensitive and it balanced on being so good it actually hurt.

For a second, he understood her desire for pain mixed with pleasure, because that endless torment as her mouth worked at his overly sensitive cock was both. It hit a threshold where he could no longer stand it, and he reached out to bury his hand in her hair, dragging her back.

She resisted at first, then slowly let him slide from her mouth but even that was intense. The feel of her teeth lightly grazing along the still semi-hard shaft had his hands clenching the sheets as his ass left the bed. Then he was free, and he slumped back down. A loud whoosh of air left his lungs with an explosive curse at the end.

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand with a ladylike primness and gave him a smug look. “Well, Daddy, was I a good girl?” She looked so pleased with herself that he couldn’t resist snapping the birch across the middle of her thighs one more time. She yelped and sat back on her heels quickly to protect her ass.

He made it good and hard on purpose; it was his turn to look smug. “Hell yeah, you were.” He stopped to clear his raspy throat. The shouting had made it rough. “You did such a good job that you’re going to have to give me a minute to recover though.”

A look of consternation crossed her face as she realized that he was in no shape to give her the immediate pleasure she needed so badly. He let her think that for a second before he offered her the solution he’d decided on in advance.

“Of course, if you come sit on my face … I imagine I have enough energy to handle that.” There was a little teasing to the tone, but there was a hungry edge there too. He wanted to taste her. Wanted to feel her dancing against his lips as he drove his tongue into her.

It was one position Charlie was shy about. She seemed to feel that she might be too heavy, or that he wouldn’t be able to breathe under her. But she was wound tight enough now that he thought she might be able to get beyond that.

He was right. She was eager enough, and after changing positions, she eased herself down over his mouth. The way she kept checking to make sure he was okay was adorable. But the third time she tried to get up, he gripped her hips in both hands, dragged her back down and held her there so he could explore her dripping heat.

There was something so satisfying about driving her to lose control until she forgot to be worried about him or the fact that she was straddling his face. He kept her there as he swept his tongue through the slippery folds, stroking and teasing until he found her clit.

She was perfectly positioned for him to lavish the hard little nub with attention and he did so with enthusiasm; her loud moans and gasps could be heard even with her thighs covering his ears. It was almost enough to make him hard all over again and his cock twitched and stirred valiantly.

It was harder to hold her in place when he was putting all his effort into licking and sucking her clit. Her hips rolled until she was grinding down against his tongue and he buried his mouth between the spread pussy lips to lap up the flowing juices.

He wanted to devour her, wanted to drive her over the edge until she screamed his name, and he wasn’t going to be satisfied by anything less. He drove her there and it didn’t take long. When she finally came his name echoed through the room. Only then did he let her roll off of him, panting and whimpering with sensory overload. His face glistened with her juices. He settled back feeling pleased and satisfied with himself and pulled her trembling body up against his.

It was a good night, one of the best he could remember. The memory of her entire body shuddering and shaking as she rode his face and came against his tongue over and over would be locked in his mind forever. His jaw ached and his tongue had a cramp in it, but it had all been worth it to push her past the edge of control.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you ride my face,” he said.

She let out a breathy snort. “You couldn’t even see anything!”

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