City Of Need

2 ❤️‍🔥 Brat

Roxy

God I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. Chained to this bloody boy of Jemima's - who is absolutely no fun - with men coming at me left right and centre.

I dreamed of this life once. But now I'm over it. It's all the same already. Men who think they're subs, but immediately try to top from the bottom. Bored husbands or wives, trying to spice things up, and scaring the shit out of themselves. Or doms, pretending to be subs, so that they can get into my pants.

I can spot every shade of nuisance now, and I've turned away about fifty shades of annoyance in the time it takes to drink my first whiskey.

I don't even like whiskey. It's just part of the show. The Madame Roxy, show. Fuck, I'd rather be at home in my pjamas watching Netflix.

I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I'm being watched. This feels different to the way I've been looked at all evening. Guys skimming their eyes across my latex clad body, ogling and leching. Whatever this feeling is, is making me feel like...prey. Fuck.

I turn to where the feeling is coming from, looking for a predator. The sight of him has my lips parting and my thighs pressing together. He looks like he just washed up on a beach in California. He has a healthy tan, sun bleached hair, and eyes the colour of... Nope I can't see from here.

He smiles and I turn away in disgust. God, what is wrong with me? He's the only guy in here not dressed as a dom, or a sub. He looks like he might actually be vanilla. Maybe that would be a nice change. Maybe vanilla could be my new kink for a while? God, what am I saying?

I look down at the man/child kneeling on the floor next to me pouting. I can't even be bothered to tell him off about it.

'Hello.'

'Fuck...' I screech, as I almost jump out of my skin. Someone is right next to me. I didn't  even see them coming. When am I ever going to get over what happened with my new found family? God, I wish I'd listened to my sister, Lilah, six months ago when she told me not to get involved with them. Will I ever not be scared of loud noises again?

'I'm Jack,' California boy says in a North London accent. Then holds his hands up in front of him saying, 'Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.'

I swallow my heart back down my throat and try and regulate my breathing.

'What do you want?' I snap. It comes out much harsher than I meant it to.

'Drink?'

'Vodka and tonic,' I say - I'm sick of whiskey, sick of pretending to be something I'm not.

One vodka and tonic in and I've told him all about my pet and Jemima and my ex. How is this possible? I never tell anyone anything. But when he tells me that I'm a brat, and he's a brat tamer, that's when I get really interested. And when I call him Sir without thinking and he calls me a Good Girl, that's when all my defenses melt away.

'How did you know I was a Good Girl?' I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.

'I could feel it, see it.'

'But... why do you think I'm a brat?' I ask. I'm not altogether pleased with this diagnosis to be honest.

'Because you are. Every single thing you've said lets me know you're a brat.'

I huff and look away, catch my reflection in the mirror pouting. Maybe he has a point. Does he have a point? Is this why everything's been going wrong? Is it maybe not everyone else's fault? Could it be to do with me... with the way I am?

I look back at him, he's smirking. I have no idea what to say.

'Roxy?'

'Yes?'

'It's not a bad thing you know.'

'What isn't?'

'Being a brat. It's not a bad thing. Personally I adore brats. And we could put it another way.'

'What do you mean?' I frown.

'My experience of brats is that they're intelligent, strong minded women, who like to get their own way. What does that sound like to you?'

I suck my cheeks in and say petulantly, 'I dunno, maybe every man I've ever met?'

He laughs, 'I guess that's true, but I was going to say, an alpha sub. A strong woman, who wants to be dominated. An intelligent woman who like to play the game.'

'Which game?'

'The pleasure game. The game of who can top the other with pleasure.'

Holy fuck. I just about manage to stop myself from crawling onto his lap, 'That's so fucking hot - the pleasure game.' Shit, I said that out loud.

He smirks and says, 'I'd win though,'  and leaves it hanging there between us. A dare...

And I just can't help myself. 'Don't bet on it Jack.'

'Jack?' He says and cocks his head to the side. 'Or Daddy? What's it going to be little Roxy?'

'I am not a little,' I hiss.

'Oh I know that darling.'

And somehow we're standing face to face, neither of us blinking. He's smiling, I'm glaring.

'Oh baby, this is going to be so much fun,' he says as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, and though he doesn't pull me towards him, somehow my lips are on his, and then our tongues are dancing and everything else melts away as I melt into him...

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Hi Wild Ones,
I hope you are enjoying the story so far! I've been a little delayed with this story as I've been finishing off Ocean Of Need. That one is completed now -
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