*Brat's POV*
She knows. Don't ask me how. Shes a witch or something, but she always knows. I'm making pasta salad... her favorite? I hope so because it's the only actual meal I can possibly make right now. God I need to go shopping. I hear the door open as I'm plating the food, and my head whips around to the clock above the oven and she's an hour early. Witch. I look in the mirror and make sure I look good. Of course I'm fabulous as always.
"Mistress!" I say dropping to my knees. I rest my hands on my thighs and stare at the floor waiting for permission to stand. My heart thumps, pounding like a drum in my ears and I can't quite decide if it's anticipation and excitement or trepidation and excitement. While being a brat is seriously fun, I do enjoy lounging around and that might get a bit uncomfortable if my ass has the complexion of a fucking stop sign.
"Spread your legs." She orders and I obey... reluctantly. I never know why the moment I'm told to do something my immediate reaction is to whine and do the opposite. Unless of course that thing is to come, I'm always happy to serve her in that aspect. The heel of her blood red heels digs into the base of my cock through my sweat pants, and a whimper crawls out of my mouth dancing around us in the silence of the house. "Such a dirty little whore, aren't you?" She says so sweet and gentle it wraps around me like comfort.
*Mistress's POV*
My dirty little fuck whore. I grin down at him. He can't see me of course. My sluts only obedient when he knows a punishment is coming or when he thinks he's going to be coming. I press harder when he doesn't answer. He gasps out a choking sound, breaths fanning over my leg. "Y...yes Mistress... I'm a whore..." his hair flops in his eyes as he bows his head more, attempting to lessen his punishment with his submission. Awww... he's so naïve. I grin, exited for what I have planned for my dirty come slut.
*Brat's POV*
She's totally calming down. She silently runs her fingers through my hair and I lean into the touch. Once the pain fades dull I test her by rocking my hips into her heel. She grabs my chin roughly forcing eye contact. She's wearing her signature sadistic grin and I know I fucked up. "Naughty little slut." Her sickly sweet voice floods my senses as fear courses through me, but we all know I live for it, thrive on it even. "Undress." She orders sharply and sinks into one of our dining room chairs.
I stand on shaky knees. I fucked up royally. Or maybe she's just feeling extra sadistic, regardless I wouldn't change a thing. I grin at her, regaining my idiocy knowing my obedient act won't grant me mercy. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my sweats I attempt to sexily slide them off but atrociously fail. She laughs, a mocking laugh but she's wearing her bright happy smile which she quickly covers, but that smile is mine nonetheless. She tugs me forward to peel my boxers off. "Who does this belong to?" She grabs my cock staring into the depths of my soul that she owns every single piece of.
"You, Mistress..." I whisper lightly thrusting into her palm. "I belong to you and you only. I am your property..."
"And you think you're allowed to touch my property slut?"
"No Mistress..." I all but whimper. She stand and walks me back by the cock into the wall. We're about the same height so she stares into my eyes full of all the things she wants to do to me. She kisses me pressing her soft lips to mine as she tongues my mouth and I open for her. She takes her hand off my throbbing dick and I whimper. She threads her fingers through my hair and her other hand rests around my neck. I grown into the kiss leaning forward, craving the pressure as she sucks gently on my lower lip. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she applies more pressure contrasting the softness of the kiss. I'm hers, completely and irrevocably.
