Brat Mouth

Message from the author: Firstly, thank you for taking the time to read my writing. I am still growing and learning as a writer, and I am loving every step of the journey. Secondly, a massive shout out to the people on Fetlife who have been messaging me and helping me understand more about Doms, Subs and Brats - without you, this writing would suck. Thirdly, this part is dedicated to two people: Lazer (<3) and EM - You both gave me so much inspiration and support writing this.

Now I present to you Part 2 of 4 of Bratty Mouth! ~ Enjooooy ;)

Part 2 Context: The two people in this story have been in a long-term and D's relationship for over 3 years.

I turn my head towards him. He knows I love it when he cums. Just seeing, feeling or tasting his cum drives me wild. I move quickly, scrambling to be on my knees before him. He watched me scramble over, and I could have sworn he smirked. I sit up in front of him, bum on my knees, just the way he likes. His right hand lifts and I'm already starting to get excited.

I look up into his brown eyes and feel so safe with him. His hand shifts to his index finger, and he softly strokes the left side of my head, from my temple down to my chin, where he catches it between the knuckle of his index finger and his thumb.

A smirk spreads across his lips as he says, "You desperately want Daddy's cock don't you, my Kitten?"

I swallow hard and nod, putting as much emotion in my eyes as possible. I'm so lost in my desire for him that I don't feel his left hand undoing the gag until it falls out of my mouth. Oh wow, my jaw is killing me, and my mouth feels so dry. He must have noticed because he let my chin go, so I quickly pursed my lips a few times and smacked them to make them feel better, and he chuckled softly. I look back at him, smiling at him and raise both of my hands towards his crotch.

Despite my desire for his cock and how quickly I thought I moved, he moved faster. Just before my fingertips grazed the material of his work pants, his right hand managed to grab both of my wrists in one swift movement and pin them above my head. My eyes widened in shock, heat rose to my face, and my mouth popped open. Before I know what's happening, he's pushing me down onto the bed, hands still pinned above my head, and he is now straddling me, grinning like a cat who got the canary. His body is just hovering above mine, his arm muscles flexing despite me struggling against him. I know it's useless to fight against his strength but fuck me, it's fun. His grip is gentle but firm; I'm in no pain, just being pinned.

He softly growls at me in a primal way, leans down, and kisses me passionately on the lips. I feel the heat radiating from his body. He's in his element and enjoying every second of this. His soft lips fill me with desire, but they feel firm against mine. He uses his tongue to softly caress my top lip, asking permission to enter. I part my lips enough for his tongue to enter my mouth, and I immediately get lost in his passion. I feel his body pressing down harder against mine.

I go to move my arms. I'm desperate to feel his muscles under my hands, but they're still being held down, and I feel him smirk and softly growl into my mouth at the attempted movement. The growl makes me feel hotter; I can feel my face starting to flush and my toes curling.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, my back arches up, and I feel him flexing his muscles to pin me down again. Suddenly, I feel his other hand glide across and up my skin, under my hoodie and cup my right breast. His hands are like nipple-seeking missiles, finding their target and squeezing firmly.

His kisses deepen as I moan approvingly into his mouth, squeezing tighter, making my legs rub together and my toes curl in pleasure. As my eyes roll into the back of my head, he quickly pushes himself off me, pulling me up by my hoodie and taking it off me so I'm completely naked.

I suddenly felt how cold the room was, and the stinging cold felt amazing on my bare skin. He moves back, almost hopping off the mattress, taking my hoodie with him and throwing it across the room. He looks at me, sitting with my legs out and perched up on my elbows.

He tilts his head and calmly says, "Is Daddy's Kitten ready to be tied up?"

I can't control myself as I squeal excitedly and bite my bottom lip.

He smirks again and says, "Sit on your ass in the middle of the bed, facing the end of the bed, heels touching your ass as much as possible."

I move into position and wait patiently as he goes to the wardrobe to get our rope stash. I can feel my blood beginning to warm as I see it in his hands. He sees my face and nods at me, checking in with me. I trust him. He will not hurt me but care for and respect me, as always. He is worthy of my trust as my Daddy, Dom and my partner. I look at his face and nod in return. He moves forward and ties my legs to my ankles in the Frog Tie position. After he moves and ties both legs, he leans down and pulls out the underbed restraints. My eyes widen in excitement, and I wiggle my bum on my heels in excitement.

He sees my wiggle and chuckles softly and holds a hand out. He's asking permission. I smile at him and hold my arm out for him. He places the leather cuff around my wrist and puts it on my padlock. The black leather with pink stitching feels cool against my hot skin and almost arousing.

He moves back around the other side and holds his hand out again, asking for permission. The respect he shows me is phenomenal. I continue to smile at him (feeling like a dork) as I hold my wrist up for him to cuff. I hear the click of the lock on the cuff, and I'm completely restrained.

I look at him excitedly, but instead, he moves to the base of the bed and begins to remove his work pants, setting his amazing cock free of its restrictive clothing. I feel myself get wetter at the sight of his cock. My mouth starts to water, my face goes red, and I lose all of my thoughts. All I want is his cock. His right hand immediately starts stroking it, and I bite my lip again. Seeing his hand pump his cock like that makes me thrash against my restraints, trying to get to him. I let out a frustrated growl, and he begins to chuckle again.

"Daddy loves it when you resist," he says whilst stroking his cock.

His head starts to tilt backwards, letting out a moan as he strokes the length of his shaft and plays with the head of his cock. I fight against the restraints, my pussy now dripping wet, trying to get to him.

I get frustrated and blurt out "PLEASE, GIVE ME YOUR COCK!"

His head straightens up, he smirks and raises that damn eyebrow again.

He tilts his head and says, "It's a shame Daddy's little cumslut was such a brat today."

He continues to groan, stroking his cock and meets her gaze. God fucking damn it. I shouldn't have been such a brat today. I knew I'd get punished, but masturbating in front of me like this is a new form of torture. I put as much emotion into my eyes as I can manage. I know words of begging won't work on him; they never have. 'Actions speak louder than words' is what he always reminds me of, especially when I'm being a PITA (Pain In The Ass).

But right now, right now, I fucking hate him for this punishment. All I can think about is how to get back at him for this. There are a million things I could do, but right now... Right now, the throbbing in my pussy is causing so much pain I can't think straight; seeing his cock has made it worse, and not being able to get to it is making it infinitely worse. He knows that. The mother fucker knows that. I begin to feel my eyes darken in anger. I look at him and just feel pure rage. He continues to smirk at me, holding my gaze, stroking his hard cock.

I remind myself to breathe and swallow. My mouth is dry. I take a big breath in and exhale, glaring at him. He begins to approach the mattress and kneels on top of it. That's right, come to me, give me what I want. Just get close enough for me to touch you, and you won't be able to resist me. Suddenly, he stops moving closer. I thrash against the restraints, trying to get to him, but he's JUST out of my reach. Fucking ASSHOLE.

He smiles at me, reaching forward, grabbing my chin with his left hand and looks me in the eyes and says, "You ignored Daddy all day; why do you think you deserve Daddy's cock?"

My heart almost drops into my stomach. THIS IS PUNISHMENT. He's never used shibari as a punishment before; he's always used it as a reward. And I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. MOTHER FUCKER.

My body automatically responds by sticking out my bottom lip, pouting at him. He drops his left hand, and my head slightly drops, letting me look down at his cock. My mouth is dry again, and I force myself to swallow. I see his right-hand stroke himself, forcing a bit of precum to ebb on his head. His right thumb smears it and lifts it to reach for me.

His thumb smears the precum across my lips, and he almost growls at me, "If you were a good girl today, Daddy's cock would be in your mouth."

My tongue immediately slides over my lips, and the taste is divine. He prides himself on making sure his cum tastes good for me. Then I remembered how he used shibari as a punishment. I smack my lips loudly; I know he hates that sound.

I tilt my head back, look him in the eyes and with a blasé attitude, I say, "Eh, I've tasted better," whilst shrugging my shoulders.

His hands drop to his side, and he moves back away from me, looking at the door. He rolls his shoulders as he walks around the side of the bed. He reaches under the bed for a bag and places it on the bed with a heavy thump.

The bag is roughly the size of a suitcase and has all our fun toys. I try to move to look over to see what he will pull out, but the restraint doesn't let me move. I softly whimper in excitement, a noise that ALWAYS gets his attention and his cock hard, but he ignores it and continues to dig through the bag. I whimper again, but louder, and he doesn't even look up. What the fuck? I begin to pout as he FINALLY looks up, and I see what's in his hands: a blindfold.

Oh shit. We had that blindfold custom-made for sensory deprivation, and we've only used it once for punishment. My eyes track him as he moves back around the other side of the bed and picks up the gag. I struggle against the restraints. No. Oh no. I open my mouth to plead not to do this, and he swiftly puts the gag in my mouth to silence me. I'm whimpering, a cheap tactic I know he can't resist, as he places the blindfold over my eyes. I struggle against the restraints again.

I always get a response out of him when I make cute, weak and sad noises, but I don't hear anything. My heart rate quickens as I whimper loudly and pull on the restraints. No response. Why isn't he responding? He should at least be chuckling.

I smile to myself as I begin to moan through the gag. I throw my head back as far as I can, pushing my chest out, making my tits jiggle and start moaning. I brace myself to be spanked or touched... but nothing. The door suddenly opens, and I hear footsteps shuffling down the hallway. Did he... Did he just leave me here? Thoughts begin to race through my head; what the hell was happening? Why has he left me here? My heart drops to my stomach again. My shoulders slouch inward, and my head drops. He's... left me here.

I feel the adrenaline dropping. This isn't fun anymore. I have always loved being punished and put back in my place, but this is different. He's left me. I immediately think of our code system- NO. That is only for emergencies.

I am just being pissy because I'm not getting attention. I am not in danger. The three-finger snaps are ONLY used in an emergency to say, 'Get me out; this is too much'. I growl slightly. Punishment indeed. Asshole. I sigh deeply, and it hits me how much this sucks. How long is he going to keep me here?

I don't notice the mattress shift before it's too late. His hand suddenly grab my left breast as a sharp but pleasurable pain is inflicted on my nipple. I gasp in ecstasy, arching my back again. The pain then shifts to my right breast, and I'm being pulled forward. I moan again, but the pain in my nipples increases.

I resist being pulled forward, but the pain increases, and I realise he's used the damn butterfly clamps on my nipples. I lean forward to lessen the pain until the only pain I can feel is the clamps. My legs are still tied, so I'm a bit unsteady. I try to ease back, but the clamps tighten, and the pain is leaning more towards uncomfortable. I re-centre myself and try to be as comfortable as possible. He's tied the clamps chain to the bedframe. Crap. I try to move, but it slightly tightens, causing me to groan a little. I wanted attention, BUT NOT THIS.

I'm now leaning my chest forward, my butt awkwardly positioned, toes barely touching the mattress to support me and my arms still restrained behind me. I can't move. If I do, the clamps will get worse. The position is uncomfortable, but at least I'm not cramping.

I feel his breath on my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine, and hear him mutter, "When you're ready to stop being a brat, I'll come back."

I feel the mattress even out and hear his feet shuffle down the hallway. What the absolute fuck. It's suddenly quiet, and I can hear my heartbeat. My rage rises, and I try to move, but the restraints aren't budging, and the nipple clamps are starting to frustrate me. I can feel my pussy getting sore; I need to orgasm soon, or I'll be walking like a cowgirl tomorrow. Letting him control my orgasms was supposed to take a load off my mind, not be an instrument for - oh. I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as I realise he's denying me because I was a brat.

I feel incredibly dumb and start to blush a little. I feel my legs begin to wobble, and I instinctively pull back to rebalance, but the nipple clamps tighten; my pussy quivers and I let a whimper slip out. I swear if I was a cat, my ears would flick as I tried to listen for him. Nothing. No movement. Just silence.

I purposely move the tiniest bit to make the clamps tighten again, and I begin to moan through the gag. I put all my effort into the moan and get louder. I try to listen out, but my moans are... being drowned out BY GUNFIRE?! HE'S SERIOUSLY PLAYING CALL OF DUTY RIGHT NOW?!

He starts yelling at someone on his game about coming from the left and splitting. I feel my blood boil and my face flush with anger as I just start screaming how much I'm going to kill him. I scream until my throat hurts, but I'm being drowned out by gunfire and cheers.

Well, fuck.

I can feel my body begin to slump again. I like the fun punishment, but this... This is a lot. I feel like he abandoned me, and my eyes water. It starts to feel like too much. My mind begins to swirl, thinking about being abandoned and left alone. I feel all my senses go numb.

Suddenly, I can move my arms again. Shit, I didn't even notice him enter the room, I was so lost in thought. The nipple clamps are released, and I feel an overwhelming pleasure as his tongue licks each nipple gently as if he's saying, 'I'm sorry'. I went to reach out to him but couldn't find him. I go to undo the blindfold, but his hands are behind my head, undoing the gag.

It plops onto the ground before me, and I immediately move my mouth to make it feel better. My jaw is killing me. I go to undo the blindfold, but his powerful hand grabs both of my wrists, and he pushes me back on the bed again. My legs are still bound, but landing on the bed gives me such relief from that god-awful position that I moan loudly. I can feel him lying next to me, holding my arms up above my head. Suddenly I feel my legs being released, and, holy shit, it feels so good to stretch them out. I smile and groan in thanks.

I hear him chuckle as he whispers, "Is Kitten ready to show Daddy how well she can behave?"

I immediately nod and smile. He would never abandon me. He was in the room the whole time.