City Of Need

3 ❤️‍🔥 Brat Tamer

Jack

Her mouth is beautiful. Perfect in fact. And even when we break the kiss I feel we are still connected.

She chews her lip, asses me with her eyes. She's thinking I've gone too far...Too fast... She may think I've blown it. She's reworking her memories, realizing she's a brat... She might not like that, but it's true.

She's frowning now. Fuck... She's overthinking, I can see it in the tilt of her head. I need to stop her train of thought in its tracks. She needs grounding. She needs me to do that for her.

'Dance,' I say and hold out my hand. My voice is low, a demand, not a question, that way she doesn't have to think. She responds immediately by taking my hand. 'Good Girl,' I smile and she smiles back.

I stand effortlessly from the bar stool as she clambers off hers. We face each other and I realise how small she is. Not just in comparison to me, but in comparison to every other female in the club.

She starts walking towards the dance floor, but winces with every step.

'What is it?' I ask.

'My shoes. They're killing me.'

I look down at her shoes. They're staggeringly tall with straps that wind around her ankles.

'Oh no, I am not having that,' I say and lift her by her waist, back to the barstool. I will not have her experiencing pain. Unless it's from me, and only if she begs for it and its hand in hand with pleasure. She yelps as I drop her onto the bar stool, then sits with her legs dangly off it and her hands clasping each side of it.

I drop to one knee and focus on unbuckling her shoe. I glance up at her as I unwind the straps from around her ankle. Her pupils have dilated, her lips are slightly open... That gorgeous fucking mouth.

I have all her attention as I lift her ankle to my lips and kiss the mark on her skin the buckle made, maintaining eye contact as I do.

Her chest rises and falls as she watches me. Does she know yet that she's a mouse in a trap and I'm the cat that will smile as he tortures her with pleasure?

I unbuckle her other shoe. Hold her gaze again as I unwind the strap, kiss her ankle, kiss her calf, the inside of her knee, then, fully standing, kiss her beautiful mouth again. I want to take all her mouth has to offer. All that she wants to give me. It's almost too easy.

'Now we dance,' I say, lifting her off the stool and placing her tiny body so that her feet land on the toes of my boots. With one hand around her waist and the other holding her hand, I slow waltz her across the floor on my feet, carrying her as easily as a rag doll.

Her eyes don't move from mine. The chemistry of us blankets us from the other dancers, making a cocoon for only us.

'Where did you come from?' She murmurs, and even above the music I can read her lips.

I lean down, close to her ear and say 'London, but I've been living in The States. I got back a couple of days ago.'

'Why did you leave?'

'Needed a bit of space.'

'Space from what? From a girl?'

She's already asking me about other girls. Giving away that she already cares. 'Work,' I say.

'You're a criminal?'

'What?' I laugh. 'No, I'm not a criminal. I'm in a band. Quite a successful one actually.'

'What's the name of the band?'

'Wolf,' I smile, waiting for the penny to drop, hoping her knickers will follow.

'Never heard of them,' she says dismissively. 'So why the need for space?'

What the actual fuck? I've just met the one girl on the planet who I want to have heard of me and she hasn't a clue who I am. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She clears her throat, is she about to tell me she's joking? At this point I could really do with some swooning. I'm giving my best moves here and as tiny as is she is, it's not easy dancing around a packed club with a girl on your toes. Even a tiny one.

'So, Jack. Why the need for space if you're in this so called "Quite successful band"?'

'We've become a bit too successful in The States and I needed some peace from all the damn questions.' I grit out between my teeth, then regret the harshness of my tone. I don't mind her asking me questions. Not really. It's just that I've got decision fatigue after all the vacuous interviews to promote our new album.

But what the fuck does she mean, "So called, successful band"? She is absolutely taking the piss. This girl is going to take more work than I thought. I need to disrupt this bratty attitude early on and let her know who's in charge. Even if it means putting her in a cage.

I lift her up towards my chest, and wrap her legs around my waist. This makes her easier to carry and means her ear is closer to my mouth so I don't have to keep shouting down at her. It means I'm closer to her mouth too. Jesus... that mouth.

'So why choose London?' She asks, completely unflustered at my harsh tone and the rearranging of her body onto mine.

'Because my manager said that me and Jamie would get some peace here. Just to be ourselves. He said that apparently, no-one this side of the pond has even heard of us.'

'Clearly,' she says, and rolls her eyes in a typical brat move. I let it slide... for now... but that's going to come back and bite her later.

'Hang on,' I say, taking a beat, 'Why did you ask if I was a criminal?'

'Oh..no reason,' she says with a smile and bats her lashes in an effort to distract me.

Fuck, this girl is not just trouble. She's illegal trouble. I really should be hot footing it out the door right now.

She presses her tits against me, reminding me that they're right there. They really are quite the most gorgeous tits and once again I start to feel uncomfortable in my pants.

What was it I was just asking her about? She smiles up at me, and licks her lips...That beautiful mouth... There was something I was just thinking... Oh yeah, 'Little Doll?' I rasp.

'Yes Daddy?' More eye lash batting as she looks up through them and presses herself to me... Jesus, the way she said "Yes Daddy" has my hand brushing her hair from her face in adoration.

I need to concentrate, get back on track. 'Little Doll...What kind of criminal are you?'

'A really bad one,' she murmurs so seductively it sounds like she's telling me she loves me. When I know full well that she's actually telling me she's going to bring trouble to my door. I know, I just know I should be backing off. I should be putting her down, turning around, and walking straight back out of the club.

But she's trouble wrapped in an adorable, intelligent package, and I desperately want to unwrap her. To get inside her mind. To see what her body can do. I want everything she has to offer. I want her to obey every order I give her. I want her to want to submit to me, even as she's on her knees. Even as I break her. I just can't help myself from gripping her tighter. I want to be the one to pick up her pieces and put her back together.

I will train the bratty attitude out of her, get her under control. Then everything will be easy like Sunday morning and sweet as cherry pie. After all, how hard can it be?

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