I woke up in a bratty mood and have been slightly bratty all day. Honestly, I'm not that big of a brat, even though sometimes I wish I could be. I do have a tendency to poke at the Bear, especially when I want a reaction out of Daddy. Today just happens to be one of the days and I can't seem to listen, no matter what I do.
"Let's go, Kitten. There's a small liquor store I want to check out. Make sure you grab your coat, it's going to be chilly tonight."
My coat? He knows I hate wearing that damn thing. The only reason I bought it was because he told me to. Fine, it was out of concern for my health but that's not the point here. I'm not bringing it; a hoodie will do just fine. I smile to myself knowing this will get a rise from him.
He's never really punished me. In fact, I can think of only one time. I refused to put my seatbelt on, the incessant dinging ratting me out. After ignoring his multiple reminders, he reached over and pinched my nipple, hard, twisting it until I cried out. Needless to say, I put my seatbelt on quickly and pouted but only for a few moments. I can never stay angry at Daddy. I reminded myself once again, this is for my benefit. He cares about me and is concerned for my safety. I should've done what I was told, be the good little girl he adores so much. Not today, however.
Daddy opens the door for me and I slide in, buckling my seatbelt. When he enters the car I smile at him sweetly, my hoodie in my lap. He looks down at it and then back up at me, his eyes giving me fair warning as the familiar heat creeps into them. I instantly cast my eyes downward, avoiding his gaze. Shit. I know that look.
"It's not going to be
that
bad tonight. The hoodie is perfect for this weather and you know I rarely get cold." I try to sound bratty but it comes out sounding like a pouty child. I look up into his eyes and smile again. He doesn't smile back. He just continues to stare at me and it makes me squirm in my seat, like a fugitive under an intense spotlight. Shit.
"Okay Kitten."
I know that tone instantly and look out the window, rolling my eyes, knowing he can't see. Well, that didn't work. That "okay Kitten" is him ending the conversation. He's not going to fight with me on this. Looks like I'll have to take a different approach. Daddy-1. Kitten-0.
We arrive an hour later, getting there with 30 minutes left to look around. Daddy likes it when I stay near him so he can touch me whenever he likes. He randomly pulls me against him and smells my hair, giving me loving kisses on my forehead and lips. Whenever I look at him he smiles so big and I'm left surrounded by adoration, feeling all of his love directed at me like I'm the only person in the room. It almost makes me forget my bratty plan.
I drag my eyes away from him and lean into his arms, burying my face into his chest, my hand rubbing up and down his shirt, hiding his chest hair I'm aching to touch. Slowly, my hand drifts downward and I start lightly playing with him through his jeans. I feel him suck in his breath and he mumbles into my hair, "Kitten, be a good girl for Daddy. This is a small store. The owners can see you. Don't get us kicked out." I don't care. I continue my attempts to distract him, feeling his body betray him, cock growing under my palm. He gives me another quick kiss on my head and takes my mischievous hand in his, leading me farther down the aisle.
I sigh and continue to walk with him, looking at different bourbons crowding the shelves. Time to try a new tactic. I remove my hand from his and take off in the opposite direction, not announcing where I'm going. I fight the urge to look back and keep walking.
"Kitten? Where are you going?" his tone is firm but curious.
"Don't worry about it" I quip back over my shoulder. I'm headed to a different aisle, away from him, not asking for permission. Now he can't touch me. He's not going to be happy with me. I might actually get punished for my continuous defiance today. What's the matter with me? I don't want to be punished. Or do I?
I settle into an aisle two down from his, pacing along the same path he does so I can occasionally look up and catch his eye, smirking at him each time. Yep, he doesn't look amused. His eyes hold an intensity, promising regret if I keep up this behavior. His jaw is set in a hard line, clenching every now and again. I want to nibble my way down it. Even like this, he starts a fire deep in my belly causing me to clench and I can feel wetness starting to form.
He beckons me with his finger and I shake my head at him and pretend to be interested in the bottle in front of me. He clears his throat, trying to not make it obvious to the owners that he's trying to get my attention. I maintain my post, not looking up which is killing me by the way. I always give in to him, almost immediately. I rarely resist. I want so desperately to please him all the time. So, this behavior is unexpected for me and I'm pushing buttons I've ever pushed before. Shit.
A loud snap pulls me from my thoughts and I instinctively lookup to locate the sound. Daddy mouths the word "Now" and tilts his head to the right, signaling that I better get my ass over there. Now I've done it. What on earth did I get myself into? This whole thing was probably not a good idea. However, I'm already invested and might as well continue down the unknown path my ridiculous plan is taking me.
I walk back over and stand just out of his reach. He holds his hand out for me and I cross my arms over my chest, cocking my hip to the side all the while smiling innocently. He drops his hand, turns, and walks away from me, grabbing a few bottles off the shelf. What is happening? I have no idea what to do. Is he mad at me? Am I going to get the silent treatment as punishment? No, that I can't handle. If that's what's waiting for me I don't want it. No amount of brattiness is worth silence.
I quickly catch up as he reaches the tall counter. I press into his back, smelling his delicious skin through his T-shirt. I take my hands and run them down his back and then wrap them around his waist, planting a kiss between his shoulder blades. I step to the side and he immediately wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I sigh and melt, listening to him talk about bourbon with the clerk while he checks out. He's not denying me touch. Maybe he isn't mad. Maybe I won't get punished.
For some reason, I decide to reach out and rub him through his jeans again, knowing the counter is hiding his crotch from view. I feel him start to grow in my hand just as the clerk announces he's headed home for the night and thanks us for our business. Daddy responds in the like, takes my hand, and leads me to the door as the clerk is turning off all the lights.
We get out to the dim parking lot and Daddy pops the trunk, placing the bag in back. He still isn't speaking to me. I'm starting to get worried again. Normally by now, he'd be talking about the selection, the prices, the clerk. He straightens himself and turns to face me. His gaze pierces me like a thousand knives and I know. I know and I'm terrified. However, towering over the fear is excitement. My mouth gets dry and my pussy wet. So much fire in his stare. Boy am I going to get it when we get home. Maybe the hour drive will cool him off. I stand there, still transfixed by his stare when I'm interrupted by the clerk driving around from behind the building. He rolls down the window and slowly drives past us. "Thanks again folks, have a good evening." We all wave to each other and he exits the parking lot.
I look around just now realizing how out of the way this liquor store is. We're literally in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of a small town. There's hardly any traffic passing by. It is a weeknight after all and the store closes at nine. It suddenly doesn't seem so ominous until I look back at Daddy. His eyes ablaze, his cock straining against his zipper, his breath ragged. He leaves the trunk open and reaches out grabbing a fistful of hair from the back of my head and pulls me up against him. His lips are achingly close to mine and I can feel his breath against my mouth. I whimper from need and pain. His hand slowly tugging harder on my hair, forcing me to look up at him.
"Get on your fucking knees whore." I've never heard this tone before. It's cold and demanding, closer to a snarl than a command. I poked the Bear too hard and now I'm going to pay for it. Shit. I know better than to fight now. I'm instantly demure, my head emptying of everything except him and how I can please him. I deserve this, whatever this turns into.
Without giving me time to respond, he yanks down on my hair and forces me to my knees. I lower myself quickly, putting my hands out to steady myself as I see he's already undoing his belt and jeans. My mouth has turned from as dry as a desert to as wet as an ocean and I'm salivating. My wetness stars soaking through my pants, no underwear to absorb it.
He bends down grabs my face, and kisses me roughly before standing up straight and slapping each side of my face with his throbbing cock. I gasped and immediately opened my mouth to receive him, desperate for him to bruise my throat. With both hands now tangled in my hair he rams his cock into my awaiting mouth. I gag, tears forming in my eyes. He pulls all the way out, allowing me one breath before he shoves his length all the way down again. He repeats this until tears are running down my cheeks and spit is dripping off my chin.
He bends down, putting his face into mine. "You can do better little girl. Open up."
I can't resist. I'm too far outside myself to question anything. I immediately obey and am rewarded by him spitting into my mouth, tearing a new moan from my throat. He rubs the head of his cock around my mouth and chin, gathering all of the saliva before driving in and out of me, fucking my face with so much force that if he didn't have his hands grasping my hair I would've fallen over.
