Binding His Brat (pt 4 Brat Series)

Eve

It had been a few days since I received my belting. It had put me in a submissive mind-set and I was able to just go with the flow so to speak. Scott wasn't a very demanding man so we mostly just fucked and he spanked me a bit but it was only for fun.

"Scott, we're running low on food," I called to him from the kitchen. He was sitting on the couch playing one of his games.

I frowned when I didn't get a response and shut the fridge. It was completely empty and Scott was usually the one who did all the grocery shopping. I trudged through the kitchen and into the living room. It was a semi-open plan so he should have heard me, easily.

"Did you hear me?" I asked. "You need to go grocery shopping, we're really running low."

Scott paused his game then turned to face me. He gave me this look like I had grown three heads.

"Why would I go grocery shopping?"

"That has always been your chore," I told him.

Scott chuckled like he knew something I didn't know. He put his hand up and made a gesture telling me to come to him. I walked across the room and sat on the couch beside him.

"I think we forgot to discuss new household responsibilities," Scott said.

"I thought things would stay the same, except for my always cooking and doing all the dishes...naked," I added on, my face tinting red. Scott held that up. He didn't always fuck me now when I did the dishes, but I always did them naked.

"Well, don't you think it would make more sense for you to go grocery shopping as a stay at home wife?" He raised a brow.

I don't know why I forgot about that one little detail. I did have a lot of free time now. "You're right, I wasn't thinking. I guess not much has changed in that department."

Scott looked at me like he was trying to put together pieces of a puzzle. "Evie, do you know what a stay at home wife does?"

"She cooks and cleans. But, we never did things that way," I said.

"But now, you're a stay at home wife," Scott said, slower, as if he was trying to make me understand something.

I placed a hand over my mouth in a dramatic gesture before dropping it. "So you do want to make me your 1950s housewife," I shrieked.

Scott rolled his eyes at me.

"I think we just need to do what makes sense for our individual circumstances," he said with a small chuckle.

Perhaps I was being dramatic.

"Okay I'll go tomorrow then," I said.

Scott nodded. I was about to stand when his hand wrapped around my throat and his expression changed. "Now, about your attitude."

"My attitude?"

"Yelling at me across the house, telling me what to do? We'll need to fix that, quickly."

I laughed, I couldn't help it. Scott's hand squeezed around my throat and I laughed harder. "I think this is a thin excuse for you to have your way with me."

Scott didn't dignify me with a response, just shot me a wicked grin. "I bought some rope on my way home from work yesterday," he told me.

My eyes widened. "What're you planning on doing with that?"

"What's rope used for, Evie?"

"I don't know, Scott."

He let go of my throat and stood up. My eyes followed his movements, I was transfixed. What was he going to do to me? Scott disappeared through the house. I followed him and realised he went upstairs. I scurried up and heard him in our bedroom.

When I entered our bedroom, Scott was rifling through the closet. He stood up then with a bag that looked heavy with stuff inside it. I knew it was the rope. Scotts eyes landed on mine, full of lust. Sometimes I liked the fact that rather than commanding me, he would simply manhandle me. At times like this when my mind went blank, it was far preferable.

"So, you've been looking for an excuse to use that rope, huh?" I teased.

"I don't need an excuse," Scott said.

"Are you saying you can do whatever you want to me?" my tone was still light and airy. In all honesty, he could've done whatever he wanted to me even before. I'd always been a sexual person and I'd always loved having sex with Scott. The only thing that really ever stopped us was work or sickness.

"Have you ever heard of a concept called free use?"

I shook my head.

"Well, it means I get to bend you over and fuck you whenever I want however I want. It means your body is at my disposal."

I shouldn't have been as turned on as I was I knew that much. But the idea of Scott just bending me over in the middle of the day and taking me over the arm of the couch or over the table... or even just dragging me to bed like a fucking caveman had me reeling. I bit my lip trying to compose myself but I was struggling.

Scott eyed me with a heavy gaze. I was done teasing for the moment I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my lipstick against his kissing him taking him off guard. Usually Scott was the one initiating even before. I loved it when he initiated. I wanted him to initiate all the time and I almost never said no to him. It was not one of those things where the man wants you to initiate and you don't. Scott really didn't care. In fact I think he somewhat liked the fact that I deferred to him at least in one aspect of our lives.

He pressed his hands to my ass and pulled me to him until my legs were wrapped around his waist and he was carrying me to the bed. I moaned into our kiss. Scott was devouring me now. His tongue was inside my mouth.

When he finally pulled his lips from mine and I almost bit him. He stared down at me with hungry eyes, his face hovering above mine.

"Stay," he breathed in a gravely tone.

I nodded with fervour. Scott lifted off me and disappeared into the room for a few moments. When he came back, he was pulling the rope out of the bag right in front of my eyes. It was a woven sort of rope, but the material looked much softer than the normal rope you bought at the hardware store. The other thing that tipped me off was the fact that it was red, not whatever colour rope was meant to be, like brown or beige.

He brought the rope over my body, taunting me with it. Almost my eyes followed as he took it towards my wrists. He grabbed them and wrapped the rope around them before securing me to the bed frame. We had a metal bed frame with decorative pieces, perfect for tying a person to. He then came down to my ankles, making me spread eagle before he tied me off to the bottom of the bed. I felt completely vulnerable in that position.

Scott looked at me with lustful eyes. He was standing at the end of the bed admiring his handiwork. I felt like an object or a toy laying there for his use. He gave me one last look before turning on his heel on leaving the room. I didn't know whether to call out to him. And when I tried it was like my voice became stuck in my throat.

"Scott," I finally called out a minute later. Had he left me here indefinitely? Surely not. Wasn't the whole point of tying me up to do something to me?

"Scott," I cried. My voice was starting to sound desperate now.

Scott waltzed back into the room. My brief anxiety settled into a low rumble inside my stomach. Scott had an ice cube tray in one hand and a candle in the other.

"I thought today we could play with some sensations. We could see how hot or how cold things could get."

My eyes narrowed in on him. I knew what he was thinking. Where was he going to put that ice? He didn't have a couple pieces he had the whole tray.

Scott approached me with the ice first he popped out a few cubes and landed them on my belly. The cold sensation seat through me. I wasn't sure how I felt about ice. Then he took the two that landed on me leaving one behind. He pressed them against my nipples making the arch my back. It was so cold there that it hurt. My nipples puckered into hard little balls.

I moaned, letting my head tip back. He pressed the coldness into me, forcing me to acclimate to the feeling.

Scott let the two ice cubes sit on my nipples falling as he walks away. He grabbed a fresh one from the tray then hover over my clit.

"Scott please," I begged.

"Please what?" his eyes sparkled with this sadistic glint that I wasn't used to seeing.

As I open my mouth to beg some more, he shoved the ice cube against my clit. I bucked as much as I could in my restraints. Scott bent down close to me. He let the ice cube come up an inch before pulling back the hood then press it down on my sensitive little nub.

I cried out moving as much as I could in my restraints. No wonder he tied me down for this. Without warning, he removed the ice cube then pushed it against my entrance. I whimpered.

"Please I can't handle this," I begged.

"You know your safe word," Scott reminded me.

For some reason I wasn't planning on using my safe word. I wanted to allow Scott to push me. I wanted to let him have complete control. I wanted to beg for my release while allowing him to be as cruel as he wanted.

Scott pushed the ice cube all the way up inside me. The sensation was so foreign I felt cold from the inside out. He let it sit there and grabbed the ice cube tray and popped a few more out onto my belly. Coldness spread through me. He grabbed one then pushed inside me with the other one. I cried out. I wasn't sure why the cold was getting to me so much.

He picked up his third one then push that inside as well. He pushed his two fingers into my entrance. It moved the ice cubes around. Nothing about what had just happened was predictable. Then Scott started fingering the ice cubes into me. The ice cubes are falling in and out fucking me. I was completely utterly humiliated.

I was cold from the inside out. No part of it was pleasurable. The only thing I could relish in was the fact that Scott seemed to be enjoying himself, dominating me completely.

One thing I had realised with Scott being in charge is that most of the time I agreed with what he was telling me to do. I felt his dominance in a way but to completely feel it. It was during the times he subjected his will onto me when I completely disagreed. Those times like now were when I felt the full force of his dominance. Now that I had completely lost all semblance of control

Scott stopped shoving the ice into me.

"I'm going to let it melt inside you," Scott told me.

I didn't answer. I just watched him with wide eyes. He turned around and picked up the candle from where he had placed it on the nightstand. My eyes glistened with anxiety as he lit it up and then picked it up in front of me showing me how the wax was melting.

"What're you going to do with that?" I stared at him with wild eyes like an animal trying to escape their trap. "Scott!"

He chuckled at my outburst. His big hand came over my hair smoothing it back.

"It's made for this," he said. I nodded in understanding. "I would never hurt you. I take good care of my things."

The degradation shot right through my ears and into my pussy making me throb. Did he know what he was doing to me?

He angled the candle above my belly before tipping it. I watched in slow motion as the wax fell through the air and then onto my skin. The heat shocked me. I gasped, wide eyed, staring at the wax pooling on my stomach waiting for a burn to appear. Then it cooled and hardened against me. My body thought I was in pain until it settled and I realised it was just a trick of temperature manipulation.

Scott wasn't just playing with my body but with my mind.

"See, wasn't so bad," he said, chuckling. I scowled. The fear was still pulsating inside me.

Scott laughed as he pulled the candle up so it was dangling above my tits. He swirled the wax around before tipping the jar. The wax hit my nipple making me hiss. He moved to the other tit, pouring wax all over it as he missed my nipple so he had to try again.

Between the cold of the ice and the hot of the wax I was in a spin.

"One day when you're bad, I'll pour wax all over your ass and then beat you until it falls off," Scott told me in a tone that was heavy with lust. I locked eyes with him, I could tell he was turned on.

"You wouldn't," I said, teasing him.

Scott smirked and grabbed the lighter. He turned the candle on again, trying to make more wax. The anticipation was killing me. It couldn't have been more than a minute later when he picked it up and poured it in one long line from between my tits down to my navel. If I wasn't tied down I would have bucked and rolled right off the damn bed. The hot sensation spread through me making me gasp and curse. My head fell back and I groaned.

"Sir," I panted.

The fear, the sensations, it was all bubbling into arousal. A deep bubbling arousal. I was so exposed to my husband, so willing. He set the candle down and I watched him as he walked off into the room. What was he grabbing? He returned with my dildo. My cheeks tinted pink.

"This isn't the best one for the job but, it will do," he mumbled as he switched it to its highest setting. The buzzing was aggressive. He pressed it into my clit making me squirm in my restraints. My hips pushed up involuntarily into the vibrator. Scott gave me this evil little smile as he pressed it harder against me. He set it down then, propping it up so it was leaning against me. But it wasn't as good as when he was using it on me.

Scott picked up a piece of ice and swirled it over one nipple and then he poured wax over the other. The incongruent sensations along with the dildo on my pussy had my head in a spin. What was he doing to me? I was panting, squirming, moaning. He continued his hot and cold torture over my body. Pouring wax then running ice over it or icing a certain spot then heating it up with the wax.

I was going to explode.

"Sir, please," I begged. I didn't even know what I was begging for. He had just rendered my mind an empty spinning disaster.

"Please what?"

He grabbed the dildo and began to push it inside me, fucking me with it. I screamed out as all the sensations came crashing into each other.

"Please what?" he barked, his dominating tone piercing my mind even through the pleasure.

"Please Sir, I need to come," I finally said.

"You have ten seconds to come and if you don't, no coming today," he said. Scott continued to fuck me hard and fast. He began to count down from ten.

By eight I saw double and moaned as my orgasm overtook my body. He stopped counting and continued pressing the vibrator into me. Tears pricked my eyes as the sensations that were overwhelming me finally melted away.

My eyes found Scott's as he pulled the vibrator out.

"Are you going to untie me?" I asked, panting.

"How about you stay there while I order us some dinner. I'll be back to untie you," he said. I pouted but Scott just chuckled and grabbed a few more cubes of half melted ice and shoved them in my pussy, leaving me there to think about how I was completely at his whims now.

***

After Scott and I tried bondage for the first time he had to go away for work for a few days. I was left to fend for myself in a way, since I didn't go to work any more. It was odd. The other big issue was how horny I became. I had got used to the frequent sex or at least frequent sexual activity. If we weren't literally fucking, Scott's fingers or cock were in one of my holes. Multiple times a day, we usually fucked once but did everything else at other times as well.

It had been two days since he returned and we still hadn't fucked yet. The first night he came back, he was just too exhausted. And then he had work again the next day and when he came home, it just didn't sort of happen. I was laying in bed and I couldn't sleep and I couldn't wait any longer.

I didn't want Scott to feel bad about it though and I wasn't going to sit and beg him to fuck me. I pulled out of bed, careful not to wake him. I went into the drawer where I kept my vibrating dildo. There was no way I could do it in bed with Scott right there next to me.

Arousal flooded my body. I was standing in the living room now like I was committing some sort of crime in my own house. I looked side to side before laying down on the couch. My fingers found my clit before I was ready to use the dildo. I rubbed circles on my sensitive bud. It didn't take long for me to grow wet, I slid a finger down my slit.

Fuck. I thought I was going to draw this process out a little bit and enjoy myself, but I couldn't. I turned the dildo to the highest setting. The vibration was so loud I tried to muffle it with my hand as I pressed it against my clit. I didn't even need to shove it inside me. I just let it touch my sensitive little pink bud and I knew I would come.

Thoughts of Scott dance through my mind. I was mostly playing scenarios of what I thought he would do to me in the future. He was starting to get creative. I enjoyed it. I pushed the dildo in circles. Struggling to stifle my moans, my head tipped back, my back arched.

Pleasure ran through my body spreading and circling filling me up completely. I was losing control of myself. I decided I wouldn't stop after just one orgasm I wanted at least three. My first one was nearing. I was at my peak of pleasure and ready to scream out. Instead I turned my face into the couch and muffled my moans against the pillow.

As I let my eyes open I saw stars like when a light is flashed at you for the first time.

The warm glow of a lamp came over the room. I looked up to see Scott standing there, he had turned the lamp on.

"What did you see?" I stammered.

"I saw everything. I saw you orgasm without my permission."

Arousal had turned my brain to mush. I hadn't even thought about what would happen if Scott found me. I didn't even think that was possible.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, my voice was still shaking, but now it grew worse.

" I'm going to make you regret touching that pretty little pussy of yours," Scott growled.

I was still laying there with the dildo halfway inside me. I didn't know whether to move. My instincts just had me staying still. Scott crossed the room and came up beside me. He pulled the dildo out of me then grabbed me by the hair.

"Sit up," he told me. I sat up while he was still holding onto my hair. Scott pulled me up and I stood. He grabbed the dildo with his other hand. Then he began to drag me, leading me through the house by the hair.

Soon we were in our bedroom once again. He closed the door behind us even though there was no one in the house with us. For some reason the enclosed space made a shiver run down my spine. Fear enveloped me as I wondered what my husband would do to me.

He let go of my hair and started pushing me towards the bed.

"Lay down in the centre," he commanded.

I scrambled onto the bed to do as I was told. I watched Scott go into the closet. I think he was visiting the sex shop when I wasn't around. I would have to ask him about it later.

When Scott came back to me, he had a pair of handcuffs. These weren't just a regular handcuffs. They were made of leather. He put one around my wrist and then tangled me around the bed post before closing it around my other wrist. With me restraining he came and sat between my legs. He pushed them apart until I was completely spread for him.

"This is my pussy," Scott ground out as he rendered a sharp slap against my dripping cunt.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered. I don't know what came over me, I shouldn't have been sorry. I was completely frustrated and I needed a release.

"I don't want to hear that I want to hear yes Sir," Scott told me. He delivered another harsh slap riding against my clit. I bucked my hips as the sensation flew through me.

"Scott please," I cried out.

"You're being punished. This isn't gonna make it any easier on you," he said.

"Why did you feel the need to do that?" Scott asked.

"You were gone for so many days and I was getting so frustrated. You came back and you didn't even touch me. I know you were tired but I really don't have a life outside of this now. My libido is just different. I have no distractions," I tried explaining to him.