One shots

Caught (gxbxb)

Nina pov

My boyfriend's call me a brat all the time. Maybe it's because I love to disobey them or because I love pushing them over the edge so they'll choke me into submission and fuck me til I'm a whining mess. Either way. I am a brat. All the way.

I've never found a man who made me feel valid for my brattiness, it was always, "you're too much."
"Why do you act like that so much?"
"You're annoying."
"I like brats but you are just worse than a brat."

It made me hide that part of me. I never felt more unloved in my life. Now, I will admit, I will do some things just to tick my partners off so they will end up face-fucking me or tie my legs apart and use my pussy....like this one time, I may have started teasing an old partner when we were out one night. I subtly touched his dick through his pants, wore an outfit that if I bet over a certain way he could see my ass and holes, texted and whispered dirty words to him. But then when we got home. He got upset and didn't like it. I knew it was not going to work after that, but damn it was fun.

Luckily I met James and Harvey. They're so so perfect for me. They love when I act out and it's rare that I hit a limit of disobeying. They accept me and care for me the way I have always wanted. What more could I ask for?

****

"You're not allowed to touch for the next week." James states. I roll my eyes at his words.

"A week...seriously?" Harvey sits in the arm-seat across from us, right leg placed over his left knee. He smirks, knowing that's going to be a challenge.

"Yes, seriously Nina. And you will do it." I plop back against the couch and cross my arms.

"Yeah, whatever you say." I retorted.
James scoots closer to me, his body moves so he's hovering over me.

"Be a good girl for us princess. You won't regret it." He kisses my forehead. I still love praises even though I'm a brat.

They're both going on a trip for work for the week, hence why they decided to torture me while they're gone. That's totally fine. I can do it.

****

Not easy at-fucking-all. It's been 5 days. I've been making myself busy as much as I could but every night, I lay in bed and the temptation just gets worse and worse. I thought it would have been a piece of cake the first night but by the next night...I was soaking for something.

We've called and texted a bunch. Them asking if I've touched my pussy at all or how much I want to, also not forgetting their occasional teases that didn't help. I got my revenge back though, sending them photos or teasing messages of what I'd do when they get back. Until then I'm fucked....or am I?

Its late at night currently and my mind has been running. They don't come back for 2 days so they shouldn't know anything
...right? Right.

I decided I'm just going to give myself a little relief, I will just shower it off and go about the next two days. I grab my favorite blue vibrator from the drawer before laying down on the bed. My mind racing as I think of all the sex we've had. How many times they've punished me or fucked me so hard I almost passed out. God I love those men.

With that thought I find my hand with the vibrator slithering down into my underwear. I turn it to the 3rd highest setting before pressing it against my pulsing clit. My other hand goes to pinch and play with my nipples, my favorite and most sensitive area.

The sensation hits me right away. I don't hide my whimpers, since no one is here either. I'm so needy, my hips buck against the vibe. It does get a little too much and I'll pull away from it repeatedly.