Page 8 of Taming His Brat

She watched the expression on his face as she wrapped her fingers around his erection and began to pump slowly up and down. She had in mind a long tease. It was only fair, that was what he’d been doing to her. But Sam had other ideas and he allowed her only a minute or two of slow stroking before one eyebrow went up.

“That your way of saying you don’t want to come tonight, girl?” There was no anger in his voice, no sign that he was having any emotion about her playing with him at all. There was just that firm warning that she was risking what she wanted most.

“Why would you say that?” She widened her eyes and tried to look confused.

“I said use your mouth. And if you’re talking then your mouth obviously isn’t full, now is it?”

Her bottom lip curled out and she sighed. “I was getting to it… I thought you liked starting off slow?”

His eyes narrowed. “Not seeing too many orgasms in your future, Charlie. Might want to rethink where you’re going with this.”

That did put things into a different perspective, and she decided to quit while she was ahead. She dropped her gaze to his lap and went to work. First, she used her tongue, licking like he was the most delicious candy she’d ever tasted, but when his hips begin to lift out of the seat, demanding more, she let her mouth slide over the head.

At first, she just held him there, teasing around the underside with the tip of her tongue. That was where most of the nerve endings were and he groaned as his hand fisted in her hair. The sound was loud in the quiet room.

She pulled him deeper inch by inch, moving slowly to caress and excite as she did. By the time she’d taken as much of him as her mouth could hold, he was prodding at the back of her throat. She settled her hands on his hips and began to bob her head, slowly at first, just getting a feel.

There was so much tension in his body as he fought the urge to fuck her mouth. He’d done that before and something about the way she gagged on the length of him drove him crazy, but it was something she needed prep to handle and he knew that.

She appreciated that he held himself back and let her go at her own pace. He was good about remembering her limits during sex, especially when they added in a little kink as they usually did.

While she’d chosen not to have safewords for punishment, they did use them for play, and she’d learned that even during sex they could be useful to keep things on the same page. When things got a little rough, and especially when Sam brought in the ropes, a quick ‘yellow’ could give her the seconds she needed to catch up to him.

She’d even used ‘red’ a few times when something had felt wrong, but in those cases, she usually found that Sam was already stopping to check on her before she even got the word out. He seemed attuned to her in some ways, hyper-aware of her body and her reactions. When a rope twisted and her arms started to go numb, he’d been there loosening them almost before she’d noticed herself.

He was equally attentive outside of the bedroom and when things got serious, they’d sat down together to work out her limits. When she said that she loved alittlebit of choking on his cock, but only with advance warning, he stuck with that. But oh, she could feel how desperately he wanted to thrust deep from the tension and the way he held his hips so still.

She dug her fingers into his thighs and began to move her head, hollowing her cheeks to give that extra bit of suck that he loved. She didn’t want to have to fight her gag reflex, so she didn’t try to deep-throat him. She liked the idea of it more than she actually liked doing it and Sam honestly didn’t seem to care as long as her mouth was on him.

With quick shallow movements she brought him close to the edge. She could hear his ragged breathing and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. But before he got there, he tugged at her hair and pulled her back. “Stop.”

She let his cock slide from her mouth with a little pop and looked up surprised. “You don’t want…”

“Nope, not yet. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He pushed the chair back and stood up, holding out a hand to help her up. Then, with a smack to the ass he sent her towards the bedroom. She laughed as she sprawled on the bed and waited for him to join her, but he made a quick stop first.

She watched, her whole body humming with excitement.

One of them needed to come soon or she was going to explode. A surprise though… that could be good or bad depending on his mood. Either way it was exciting.

Chapter Four

Now that she was his again and things had finally settled into a stable relationship, he sometimes had to hold himself back. Like a kid in a candy store he wanted to try everything. He wanted the stuff they’d already done and enjoyed, but also all of those exciting little games he’d planned but never had an outlet for.

They crowded in his mind and he pictured what it would be like to actually play them out with her. It was just starting to become less frantic and more relaxed between them. She was learning to accept the punishment aspect of the relationship she’d asked for, and she broke the rules less. Which meant they had time for more play.

While tonight had started with punishment, she hadn’t been especially naughty this time, and he saw no reason to dump the plans he’d made now that he’d corrected her mistake. But he did feel like she needed to pay for her share of the pleasure that was coming, just to make sure she did separate punishment from fun.

It also gave him an excuse to indulge in one of his favorite things: her mouth on his cock.She wouldn’t just be making up for her procrastination with a blow job though. He had an exciting little twist that would fit perfectly. It was something they had done once before, and he’d never forgotten how amazing it had been. It had figured heavily in his masturbation fantasies for years.

Oh yeah, this is going to be great. In the bedroom, he took a minute to dig around in a drawer. He pulled out a toy he’d had for a long time and swished it through the air. “Remember this, Darlin’?”

She squinted and then her eyes widened. “Oh, I do!”There was a mixture of excited anticipation and concern there. No doubt she was wondering if he’d decided to punish her more. A birch could be fearsome when used harshly, and this was similar, but he didn’t intend to be mean. The look on his face must have given her a clue.

He swished the implement through the air. It was long and flexible, basically a synthetic version of a birch. All the sting but without the mess of wood splinters to clean up after. He liked it because it was the perfect length to use on her while she had her mouth on him. Best of both worlds.

He knew exactly when she put two and two together and figured out what he had in mind because a slow grin spread across her lips.

She tilted her head, giving him an innocent look. “You think I need some encouraging, Daddy?” There was a purr to the word ‘Daddy’ and when she said it like that it made his cock jerk. There was nothing little-girlish about it in that moment.

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