My husband, Mr S has been nagging me to write this story for some time. I have finally got to it, so happy birthday to the love of my life.
This is the final story in the trilogy (Taming the brat and The brat gets benched) so to speak. The first two stories are primarily from his point of view and he is very much the dominant in our relationship. However, this one is set from my vantage point, his totally bratty and sometimes a little less than submissive wife!
I have done some burlesque dancing in the past and Mr S often enjoys being a little spoilt with an evening of private dances. This is followed by a totally gratuitous lap dance where I get to writhe and grind all over him. Often this culminates in what can only be described as a total fuck fest on the lounge room floor. After some rather bratty and naughty behaviour that resulted in me being pulled across his lap and having my butt well and truly spanked he demanded that I arrange an evenings entertainment for him. He always gives me a couple of weeks to plan and of course obtain a suitable outfit. This story is about that evenings entertainment.
Mr S returned from work promptly at 6pm. I had left written instructions in the hall. He was make himself comfortable on the corner sofa in the lounge. I had already set the lighting and music. On the small table was his favourite beer and a little bowel of snacks. Letting him get settled and relaxed I finished getting ready. Beside the snack I left a blindfold and after a bit of time I called down suggesting it was time to put it on.
I entered the room quietly, my black sky high fuck me boots making no noise on the carpet. Standing between his spread legs I leaned forward, gently running my finger down his cheek, neck, and chest. His nose slightly flaring as he breathed in my perfume. I knew he would recognise it immediately as I am strictly a Black Opium girl. His hand stretched out to try and caress my leg, gently sliding upward. I let him go a little way and then returned his hand to the sofa. Taking the crop I was holding I stroked it across the side of his neck. Then lower toward his groin stopping just short of the bulge in Mr S' trousers. I slowly raked the crop up his left inner thigh, lightly across the groin and down his right thigh.
A slight moan escaped his lips. Using my crop I stroked over his body lightly. Puting the crop to one side and using my fingernails I stroked up and down his thighs avoiding the ever increasing bulge that was begging for some attention. I may be a bratty submissive but I love to tease and I know exactly how to tease and torment my husband. Letting my hands wander at will over his torso I began to straddle his thighs. Gently letting each leg brush against his cock as I settled each side of his hips. I slowly began to lower myself onto his lap lightly before rising to brush my tits against his chest and face. Eventually I sat on his lap rocking gently back and forth over his hard cock. I then removed the blindfold. Mr S groaned in appreciation, biting his lip I could already see all the possibilities he was imagining flicking through his mind.
'You like?' I asked a little coyly.