Brat | Tamer

Brat | Tamer

By Seki

DISCLAIMER

This story is separated into three parts (Morning, Noon and Night) If you love the character buildup and chemistry, then please enjoy from A to Z! If you'd like the sexual content now, please skip to part three (Night)

Everyone depicted in this story is above 21 years of age.

WARNING: This story contains sensitive subject matter and certain triggers. Please avoid reading if you are uncomfortable with: degradation, humiliation, impact play causing bruising, intense domination, name calling, use of faggot slur once, bondage, cum play, CNC, sounding, ass to mouth, spitting, slapping, anal fisting, mention of piss play

Thank you <3

Morning...

Like clockwork, he abruptly burst into my classroom an hour after I started my lesson. Ignoring the other student's glares and mine, he smiled, bowing at an attempt of acting apologetic and then made his way to one of the free seats. He took off his hood, looked straight at me and gave me a thumbs up... I remained composed although my annoyance caused me to bite down on my inner cheek harder than I wanted to. I sighed and continued my class as a professor should, for the sake of the other students.

In the next few hours, as expected, he stayed quiet, yet his unrelenting pleas for attention were oh so obvious to no one else but me. It had grown into a somewhat of a tedious little ritual every Friday.

"Everyone, this assignment will roughly be 15% of your mark for this semester, I suggest you get to work as soon as possible. If you have any questions regarding sub groups or lazy evaluation, please do not hesitate to reach out. Have a great weekend, I'll see you next week." I dismissed my class and started packing up.

"Mister Sullivan, a word please," I mentioned aloud, not even bothering to look up as I put my things in my bag.

While a sea of students stood, putting their jackets on, gathering their things to then walk up to the exit, some waving and wishing me a nice weekend, one pair of legs was lazily making their way to the base of the stairs, to the front of the class. I could feel him nonchalantly lean on my desk and watch as the others left. I pulled up the projector screen and placed whatever remained of my effects in my bag and coat. Finally being the last two in class I looked up, meeting his gaze, which held that same daring smile from when he came in.

"You couldn't at least have waited until I finished my class this time, Liam?" I smiled mockingly.

"Now what kind of student would I be if I didn't interrupt you,

Dominic

?" he purred back with his usual cheeky tone.

"A good one," I answered dryly. "Even

as

my student, your only constant was arriving late..."

"I'm incorrigible, I guess..." Liam bit his lip.

Brat...

"Liam, you haven't

been

my student since last August. It is now January. Can't you go bother any other one of your new professors?

"They aren't as fun as you. Plus it's exactly

why

I come and annoy you every week, Dom..." His smile became a flirty one as he whispered near me, which unwillingly shot a wave of shivers down my spine.

"Because

I'm not your student anymore..." he breathed out, his tongue clicking in my ear.

"Which makes me wonder why I haven't had you escorted out yet."

"C'mon Dom, you know why. Deep down you love it. You love this game we have going. You love seeing me every Friday, taunting you... must be the highlight of your week, really. But how you haven't snapped yet is beyond me. Your composure is unbelievable! Or maybe I'm losing my touch? Nah that's not it..." he replied to himself with grandeur.

"It's disruptive to my actual students," I objected. "It was cute for the first couple of weeks. Now it's just getting desperate," I lied...

"What you call desperate I call tenacious... And I think... I may be wearing you down. Am I wrong?"

I clenched my jaw and stared at him. He didn't look away, his honey coloured eyes almost piercing through me, daring me to say anything that would lean towards him being right. I slowly shook my head, trying to come up with anything worthy of an argument. Nothing came up.

"You just love pushing my buttons, don't you..."

"Just seeing how far I can push. You know, for research," he chuckled to himself. "And there must be something I'm doing right. My button pushing fingers must be scratching an itch somewhere, Dom... Yet, in all these years, you keep saying you don't want to push back."

"For many reasons you know of."

"But none of which is because you just don't want to, right?" I clenched my jaw again.

"After all this time with you, student or not, I learned some things, you know."

"Oh? Enlighten me." I ordered, a bit peeved. He was getting under my skin but I couldn't find a reason to shut myself up.

"I'm more observant than you think. You loved when I behaved, when I was a good obedient student... but then I noticed that shift in your gaze when I misbehaved." He bit his lip in front of me again, holding my gaze. "It thrills you when I piss you off. And I know the reason why."

I said nothing. I couldn't, not unless I wanted to start blurting out things I'd regret. I let him go on, maybe he'd tire himself out.

"I was just annoying enough to keep your attention on me. I should know, I'm perfect at it," he teased, causing a slight grin to unwillingly appear on my lips, just for an instance.

Damn him.

"Dominic, look at me," he asked, pushing himself off my desk and taking a few steps back, presenting himself. His black hoodie was unzipped and I could see a bit of his chest from his tank which at a glance, seemed to be covered with the same beauty marks he showed on his face... I looked at him. And didn't stop.

"Aren't I the least bit attractive to you?" he asked innocently, hiding distinct depravity in the message. I could tell he was running on empty, his last attempt was his physique... I was running out of excuses for him. I didn't want to think about any of it and he was not making it easy. "I swear I'll be worth your time."

"Not the point..." I said a little faster than I wanted to. Closing my eyes, my mind started to race again, emptying every drawer, desperate to find anything worth spitting back at him. All it could find were images of that perfect naked body on his knees looking up at me, pleading. I shook off the thought with everything I had. I was about to rebuttal, but he spoke first, as if reading my mind:

"No. Not the age gap thing. Don't start that whole debate crap with me again," he argued, which was one of my obvious excuses we had spoken about in a previous weekly after class special. I sighed.

"There's nothing I can say that'll make you stop, is there?" I snarled, conflicted between my professionalism and how it was slowly making way for my dominant, frustrated side who wanted nothing more than to say yes and wipe that bratty smirk off his face... I hated how much I wanted it.

He slid his hoodie off, exposing more of his chest, but also his bare arms and shoulders, which I hadn't seen since Summer...

"I guess your only options would be to like you said... call security on me... or... just tell me to stop... but actually mean it," he uttered inches from my face, taunting me yet again.

Fucking... brat...

I kept going back to that gorgeous face covered in beauty marks that simply stared at me, trying to keep my never wavering composure in front of him, feeling I was finally facing a losing battle. A thought entered my mind for what I wanted it to be a fraction of a second, but it remained for longer and I let my guard down. My eyes darted to a small beauty mark next to his lower lip, then glazed over his full lips I had obviously never allowed myself to notice until now, but immediately regretted it when I noticed them being grazed by his tongue, then bitten down on. He knew where I was looking. I felt flushed. I was getting pissed at myself. I looked down momentarily.

"You want your hands on me so bad... just to put me in my place," Liam said.

Damn him.

He was cocky. He was unapologetic. The taunt had gotten to me. Who was I trying to kid, him or myself.

"You'd be begging for it," I muttered under my breath, against my better judgement.

"What was that?"

"You heard me..." I retorted, looking straight at him, my expression stern, unreadable. It caused uncertainty in his face, which I hadn't seen before. It felt good. He wasn't expecting the coldness. I believe it may have even pushed him to question if I was being for real. But the brat had worn me down...

"I would. You know I would," he replied quietly. "I beg... so well, Dom..." his pur lingered my ear, sending yet more unwelcomed shivers down my fucking spine.

Yeah

,

I bet you do...

My heart had inexplicably started to race faster.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," I warned. It was my last attempt at pushing him away... The greedy unhinged part of myself wanted to test him, break him, ruin him and have him beg for more.

"Leave the condescension for playtime, okay?

Dominic?

" he retorted, almost peeved. Yet the face he shot at me was nothing less than his own brand of condescension towards me. It almost made me grind my teeth in giddiness. I took a deep breath, my brain doing one final lap.

"Give me a sec..." I asked, my head deep in thought, collecting the rest of my papers on the desk.

"Please."

I said nothing.

"C'mon, just say yes."

"I said give me a fucking second."

"You're such a fuckin pus-"

I grabbed his slender throat before he could finish.

"Do I have to put a fucking muzzle on you? I said be quiet." My voice was deceptively soft, each syllable carefully enunciating, like the gentle click of a safety being taken off a gun.

My hand could feel his quickening heartbeat on his neck. He just stared at me. That look alone could have gotten me hard.

I

was aroused by how he had managed to trigger me. I believe

he

was aroused by finally seeing this side of me.

"I'm sorry... sir," he whispered through his constricted neck. Hearing those words come out of his mouth like he actually meant them made me dizzy. I let go soon after.

My mind spun at everything that had just occurred in the last ten minutes. I contemplated him for a moment. He cleared his throat, making sure to stay quiet as he was told.

Fuck.

"You really want this." I wasn't asking, I was confirming.

He only nodded, his eyes unwavering. My expression softened and I sighed.

"Then come have lunch with me," I simply replied, expecting no other answer than yes.

"Lunch, M.Reed?" his lips curled.

"We need to talk." I started walking to the door. He immediately grabbed his bag and followed.

Good boy

, I thought.

I was now wide awake. And switched on. Was I really doing this?

...Noon...

The corner Bistro at this time of day was quite busy, so we were led to the back of the restaurant per my request. After glasses of water and menus were placed in front of us, the waiter disappeared.

I assured Liam lunch was on me and he could take what he wanted, glancing at him as he read through the choices. The waiter came back and we ordered, Liam getting something resembling the price of my omelet.

"Considerate. I'm surprised you're not ordering the entire menu," I smiled, crossing my arms.

"I know when to be good," he replied with fake timidness, giving me yet another sass look.

"Unless you're being told no...repeatedly."

"Then I tend to lash out just a bit."

"For months..."

"Perhaps."

"

Then

get what you want."

"Yup."

"And here we are."

"And here we are," he repeated, content. I slowly shook my head, a hint of a grin showing. He was good, I'll give him that. I could have said he played his role quite well, but it wasn't an act. It's who he was. Seeing him across the table from me, having lunch, calmed me in a way, as if I had finally just decided to let go, and give in, if only for a meal. He had slowly but surely, with amazing tenacity, repaved all of the forked roads I had put up between us and had carefully traced his own decisive path towards me. It flattered me. It excited me. He had put his hoodie back on but I couldn't get his bare skin out of my mind.

Two iced americanos were placed in front of us and we both took a sip. I subtly stared at him, uncertain of how to start this particular conversation. Was it because it was him? I had done this dozens of times before effortlessly. But with him, my judgement and self control were on high alert. I felt the need to tread softly, even though that had never been our style. Was he that forbidden in my eyes?

"So I'll assume you've had these sessions before, given that natural brattiness of yours."

"I make extra efforts for you," he winked. I smiled, raising an eyebrow, letting him continue.

"I've had a few sessions," he grinned, playing with his straw.

"And?"

He shrugged.

"They were kind of boring, predictable. It felt like they either lacked experience, didn't want to push barriers or I was just too much for them."

That last one made me grin.

"You like to challenge them."

"I do."

"And they disappoint."

"They do."

"I may disappoint."

He chuckled. "Right..." he replied in mock surprise. I couldn't keep a straight face at that one either.

"You can't disappoint me. You wouldn't be able to. I know you. You put up a good amount of effort trying to push me away. For my safety I'm guessing. Which entices me even more. Kinda says a lot more about me than you if we're being blunt. Wiser people would have gotten the message at this point." His smile was mesmerizing. Chills crept on my nape just staring at it. I couldn't help but think of the word safety and how I knew it applied to both of us.

"I'm flattered, Liam."

"You should be." He sounded serious, which was a new one to me. Strange how he could never hold a straight face during a single one of my classes, yet here, with me, finally getting his opportunity to state his demands, had the seriousness of a surgeon about to perform an open heart operation.

"So apart from the obvious and imperative taming, what else could I provide you?"

"Degradation and humiliation, mostly. But so much more."

His answer took me aback, however obvious that statement would have seemed to anyone else listening in.

"Past dominants would spank me, and call me names, leave a few marks but it didn't feel like they knew how to handle me, or lacked the experience... and I want it rough.

Rough.

I think they were scared to push the boundaries even though we had talked about it. I want to feel worthless. I... I want-"

"To be used and abused. Without reservation." I spoke slowly, my tone cold.

His eyes seemed stunned. I could see his throat gulp. He then took his very Liam attitude:

"See, yes.

This.

This is why I need you," he expressed, gesturing his hands at me. I laughed. "You get it."

"I enjoy hearing you talk. Your straightforward needs. You're very endearing, Liam." I paused. " I'll admit it's quite hard not picturing you..." I trailed off and held my tongue as our food arrived, my eyes still on him. Liam barely waited until the waiter was out of ear reach.

"You seem so certain you'll frighten me away."

"I like to make sure. Hence why I'm now picky about who I choose to dom," I began to eat. "Now let's talk about soft and hard boundaries. I'd like to know more."

And on went our little tête-à-tête. Quiet yet to the point discussions of needs, wants, levels of comfort, hard boundaries, all were laid on the table. A few hours later, we were on our way out of the bistro and he walked with me to my car.

He was the perfect brat. Yet...

"Not quite convinced," I tested one final time, opening my car door. "Any final words?" I airily asked, my eyes glued to him.

He looked at the ground, then around as if in thought but already knowing what he wanted to say.

"I want to be used by you, Dom. And you are dying to use me. You just won't say it out loud."

"You still don't know my levels of deprava-" He slammed my door shut.

"And you don't know mine!" he yelled out, eyes glaring. His breathing had gotten heavier and desperate.

"I dare you to patronize me again, Dom." My dick twitched.

Or what,

is what I wanted to say so badly. He composed himself. I almost didn't want him to. I could have slammed him into the car and fucked him raw with everyone watching.

"I'm asking you... to ruin me, Dom. I

need

you...to ruin me." His voice was softer as he pleaded his last word. "Please." God, he was perfect.

I slowly approached him and made sure no one was around when I subtly grabbed the back of his hair and pulled. Hard. Making him wince, pulling him towards me.

"

Finally

... some actual begging," I growled in his ear, hearing an immediate gasp leave his throat.

...Night

I need you to ruin me... Dom...

His words were still burned into my head as I came out of the shower. His honey-like voice, filled with needy pleas, echoed through my ears. Thinking of any other thing while I got ready was a task in itself. Flashes of that imploring gaze had me lost in thought for the better part of my own prep for the evening. I composed myself as best I could and went to my wardrobe, choosing a chic yet casual style for the night including black pants and loafers, a simple dark gray shirt with my sleeves rolled up, open collar, no tie. I had decided to take off my watch after witnessing myself glancing at the damn thing every two minutes. No one had managed to get me this eager or excited for the past year.

My doorbell rang at 8:05 PM. I opened the door to a handsome man in a black leather jacket and an orange beanie hiding his brown head of hair, exposing his pierced gauged earrings.

"Good evening Liam," I smiled warmly, suppressing slight irritation.

"Good evening, Dominic."

"You're late."

"I know," he smirked. "I waited outside five minutes just to tick you off."

My eyes had already given their first glare of the night and he wasn't even past the entrance yet.

I let him in and took his jacket, revealing a surprising attire I had never seen him in. I was always used to the ripped black jeans with the vintage boots, but the deep green long sleeved rib knit shirt with a perfectly placed zipper going the entire length of the front yet stopping midway, exposing his chest a bit was what caught me off guard, almost making me lose face for a moment. It shaped his body so perfectly. I kept my comments to myself, although it didn't deter my eyes from lingering.

"No one ever told you it's rude to stare, Professor?" he teased. I bit my inner cheek as he looked around.

"Very nice place you got here, Dom. Very you."

I smiled, simply taking into account he had now said my first name twice. I ignored his little jab and gestured to the door on the right.

"No tour?" he asked.

"Are you here for a tour of my house, Liam?

He looked at me, tempted to push a button, but resisted.

"I guess not."

"Do you need to use the washroom before we start?"

"All good, Dom."

I then snickered, giving him a once over.

"Your phone," I gestured. He took it out from his jean pocket and handed it over. I placed it along with mine in my coat pocket, double checking both were on airplane mode.

"So are you ready? You remember everything from our talk today?"

"Yes, sir, I'm ready."

"Alright. The session will start once I step into that room. You will be taking your role as sub."

"Bratty sub," he corrected, a twinge of snark in his smile. I pursed my lips and he adjusted his answer.