Page 4 of Bartholomew
I wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing slightly until her eyes widened and sparkled with interest.
“So, what kind of mood are you in tonight?” She shrugged, playing coy. Perfect.
“It looks like I have a brat on my hands. Are you a brat?” I teased, my other hand wrapping around her head and threading into the masses of her dark brown hair.
“Oh, a brat indeed,” she chuckled lowly.
I fisted my hand in her hair and tugged.
“Fuck!” she gasped, and I chuckled right back.
“Looks like I have a brat who needs to be tamed.” I pushed her backwards by her throat until the back of her thighs hit the bed. She tried to sit, but I kept her upright, holding her pulse in my hand and feeling the way her breath trembled under my touch. “Are you going to behave tonight?”
This was a game we played often. Bratting. She didn’t push far, but it made things interesting, made things fun.
She shrugged at my question.
“Ah, ah, darling,” I chided. “You have had no problem sassing off with that mouth, so perhaps you should try words.”
Her eyes narrowed at me in mock defiance. So that was how we were going to play this.
“Very well, then. If you won’t put that mouth of yours to good use, then I will.” My voice was deeper, lower, and I pushed her down to her knees before me. That sparkle in her eyes danced with hunger. God, she was fun to play with.
As soon as she hit her knees, her hands were on the buckle of my belt, pulling it open and tearing open the fly to get to my cock.
“Fucking hell, you gorgeous little thing. That’s it. That’s it baby, nice and easy,” I groaned as her lips parted around the head of my cock, licking the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. Her tongue swirled and moved over me, tasting every part of the head of me before she moved lower, taking me deeper into her mouth.
“More,” I all but growled as that tongue played over the underside of my cock. Just a little more. Christ, this felt good.
“Do you like that, little brat? Do you like the way I taste?” She nodded her head, never stopping her ministrations for even a moment.
With my hand firmly in her hair, I tugged her off of me.
“Enough,” I murmured, tucking my cock back into my pants haphazardly with my free hand and kneeling down in front of her, still looming over her perfectly displayed body. “Let’s see just how messy that made you.”
My fingers found their way between her thighs, pulling her skirt up and sliding her panties to the side.
“What a messy little thing you are!” I praised, finding her wet, wanting, and needy little clit with the pads of my fingertips. Her eyes went wide and then fluttered closed as I played with the little nub, coaxing it from its hood and manipulating it as I saw fit.
“Tell me,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. “How attached to these panties are you?”
I pulled back just enough to see her face. Her smirk was as sinful as Venus or Aphrodite.
“Not at all, Mister,” she purred. That purr turned to a gasp, almost wretched from her body as I took hold of the flimsy fabric between her thighs and pulled until they ripped from her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the heady sensation, and I reveled in it.
Quickly my fingers found her pussy once more, sliding first one and then two fingers inside her molten heat and pressing against the spot that I knew would make her come apart for me.
“Oh god!” she screamed into the room, and I chuckled with sinister desire.
“There is no god here, lovely little pet. Only me. Only Mister.” With a hand around her body, I hoisted her up to a standing position and pressed against her chest until she fell back onto the bed.
My fingers left her sopping wet core to pull her top down, exposing her breasts, and lifted her skirt until she was bare before me for all the parts of her delicious little body that I wanted access to.
I slid my hands down her thighs, hiking them up and back until her knees met her armpits and she lay splayed open for me. Ready and available for what I had in store for her next.
“Keep your legs here or you will be punished. Do you understand?” I all but barked
“Yes, Mister,” she breathed wantonly. I could see the way her slit glistened for me, her sweet essence sliding down the crease of her pussy and lower.
