The Bully And The Brat Sassy

Imagination Station.

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"Put your fucking hands behind your back, little girl. I am not telling you again!"

With a hard yank, Jeff swung her arms away and grabbed her curly hair. His jaw tightened with a charming grin as he pulled her head back, calming every anxious emotion running through her core.

In the depths of his hell, Anna had no fear, only thrill.

"This time, I want my cock in the back of your throat. Do you understand me?" He continued his rant while her sparkling eyes looked lovingly back at him, "Answer me, Brat!"

Anna couldn't speak and was too caught up with the powerless sensations. Her eyes closed to savor it before it went blank and a sharp slap stung her cheek. Her eyes drifted to his stern expression, and she took a deep breath before he shoved his cock in her mouth.

With a hard hand, Jeff positioned her head, guiding his shaft across her tongue, "That's my good girl," he rasped, giving praise where praise laid.

Craving to touch, Anna held his hairy thighs, unable to keep her arms behind her back. His eyes grew darker. In a frightening roar, he rebuked her disobedience and vengefully sent his cock to suffocate.

Anna took it without a beat, shoving her face into his lap. His leaking tip was so deep in her throat and she didn't even feel the need to gag. Impressed by her newfound skill, she massaged his balls and continued coaching the rest in her mouth until his swinging, hairy nutsack swept across her chin. She didn't make a sound as he face fucked her to ecstacy. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she slipped her fingers down to rub her gushy pussy.

"You are MY Cock sucking whore." Jeff growled, throwing his hips, "You thought you could leave me, huh? You thought someone else could make you feel this way. I am the only person who makes you feel this."

Anna withdrew his hold to cry her apology, "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I want you back. Why did you leave me?"

"You know why. It's all your fault. You didn't want to be my good girl."

Jeff hurried his palm around his cock and jerked out, painting a picture on her forehead. She wanted a taste and flew back to his tip but he caught her sharply by the head, forcing her to glimpse the hurt in his eyes.

"You're a selfish bitch to keep disobeying me. Tell me who the fuck owns you!"

"You," Anna declared with passion sweeping from her loins, "You, Daddy, I am yours."

Rubbing harder at her sticky folds, Anna moaned as his shaft smeared spittle and cum across her cheeks. She slurped him back into her mouth and savored his sweet taste. His palm was comforting against her scalp, urging her to confess it.

Anna pulled away, shivering with devotion, "I love you, Daddy. I love you. I love it when you get rough and take my little pussy. I love it when you Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me, please. I love it when you hurt me."

Her fingers toiled over time with no thoughts of cumming. She witnessed his thick frame vanishing out into the darkness, but still, she rubbed herself to the images deep in her unconscious mind. The numbness blocked out the tension. She was so horny it hurt, in dire need of his cock but was slowly falling.

-Dada, da da, Dada, Da, Da-

Anna heard the striking alarm on her phone and woke up from her dream. Her heart pounded enough to give her the shivers in the hot car. Every night, these dreams came like fantasies, but they ended the same way each time with no release. Subtle moisture arose in her drowsy slump, but she was too weak to play with herself. She was tired of masturbating, tired of thinking about him.

Anna looked out into the parking lot of Grayson University and grabbed her bag from the back seat. It had been two days since she left and Every morning since, she had driven back to his house to feed and get snuggles from her best friend, Butler. He would wag his tail and lick her cheeks before she returned to school. This was her life now, sleeping in the parking lot on campus. She hadn't received a call from Jeff in 23 hrs and was sure he didn't care.

There had to be a cure for the sex dreams and she planned today to release her sexual desires.

-

Stepping out of her work clothes, Anna left them in a pile on the floor. She was previously dressed in a crop top and jeans, wearing no bra or panties. Now naked, she tried to apply a confidence hidden deep in her nervous gut. Eric was delicious, six foot, athletic build and held the same tanned complexion as her. His young brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued to walk over to the bed.

Eric had planned a date with flowers and reservations at Olive Garden but Anna had suggested she come to his house. He lived with his grandmother near Jeff's store and accepted her self-invite.

When Anna approached the bed, Eric traced a finger over her bare hips. She giggled at the soft touch and grabbed his hand, lifting it to her neck.

"You don't have to be gentle with me."

Eric smirked and lightly grazed her neck, "You're not ready for this."

Anna pushed him back on the bed and pulled his arm above his head, "You have no idea what I am ready for."

Her seductive grind sent a grin across his handsome face, and she bent to nibble his neck. She needed this more than him. Her mind raced, but she blocked out all the scenes with Jeff and focused on Eric.

Seeing he wouldn't spin her and take control, Anna led his cock inside her warmth and delighted in the stretch.

Eric gripped the black sheets on his bed and looked at the LED lights streaming across his ceiling. Her sex was valid. He put little effort into thrusting, allowing her to work her tight box against his inches.

"Ooh, Shit," he twitched.

Anna shivered with excitement. Cheating on Jeff was only fitting. He deserved it all and probably more. She rolled her torso in gear, riding the young man into his creaking bed. He was a relatively quiet lover, and she aimed to encourage him.

"You like this?" Anna asked, slowing her rock, "Do You like this little slutty pussy?"

His eyes widened while a pleasure tingled up her spine. Boldly, she hurried up and down as his moans came in huffs below. She bent to tower him and grabbed his jaw.

"Tell me how good it feels to fuck me," she growled against his lips, "Fuck me like a dirty slut. Ah, fuck me harder."

Eric was shocked but aroused by the sweet girl's beauty and raunchy talk. He held her hips with grace and gritted his teeth. Her pussy was on level ten, milking his shaft with detailed pounces. He grabbed her waist. Lifting her, he used his palm to expel his seed, splashing warm drops against the crack of her ass. He reached for a kiss, but Anna turned her head and hopped from his twin bed.

Pitifully, he watched her grab her shirt and stood ashamed of his early release, "Maybe we can Try again. What are you doing after-"

"Eric, I am going through a lot right now. So, it's probably best if we just be friends. I need a friend."

He rubbed his scarcely haired jaw, "Maybe? I mean. We've been talking for so long."

"I love talking to you."

"I do, too, but It's like you're leading me. I hope you are not just using me for sex?" Eric chuckled to hide his hurt feelings.

Anna paused, buttoning her jeans, and stood ashamed of her actions. An apology was on the tip of her tongue, but she brushed it off to smile.

"Just give me a few weeks to figure things out."

Eric nodded, dropping back into the mattress, "When will I see you again?"

Anna checked her messages for the 1000 time that day, assuring one from Jeff would appear out of thin air. Again she was met with nothing but disappointment.

"Sweetheart. Are you okay?" Eric asked.

"Uh. Yeah," Anna giggled, "Do you want to hang out Tomorrow?"

His ears perked up, and he sat up to smile, "Yeah, sure. Whenever you want."

Anna walked over with a smile and planted a kiss against his lips. It held no passion even when his tongue ventured softly into her mouth. She held his jaws, hoping a spark would appear, but it failed to deliver. Keeping her smile, she broke and examined his youthful glow.

"I like you," she whispered.

"I like you too," he grinned, caressing her jeaned-donned hips, "Too fucking much."

Anna bit her lip and looked away, fearing her eyes would show the truth. Her heart was still alive, beating for another lost soul. Feeling she would suffocate if she stayed there another minute, she hurried out the door.

-

Two days later.

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Jeff laughed and joked with Craig in the passenger seat of his car as he approached his home. He was focused on his business for the first few days in Houston, but then Vegas called his name. He had enjoyed two days of gambling with an occasional break for pussy. On the ride back home, he held a whiskey buzz. He was nervous but instantly relieved when he saw her teal car in the driveway.

"Oh Shit," Craig announced with amusement once he pulled up closer, "We could never get away with that in my neighborhood."

"What?"

"Anna left her keys on the hood. The perks Of a gated community," he continued, "couldn't pull that off in my neck of the woods; I've had my windows broken in so much I just leave my fucking doors unlocked."

Jeff had already exited the car and was inspecting the mishap. He knew for sure she wasn't inside the house.

"That little bitch, thinks she can leave me," he bitterly chuckled.

Jeff reached for the phone in his pocket and dialed her number. Walking across the yard, he anxiously awaited her voicemail. He stepped on a piece of paper and picked it up. The note was wet and dirty. It read 'GOODBYE' with fake eyes on the two O's. The ink had dripped down around the bottom, and the word asshole was barely visible.

"Don't leave yet," Jeff called to Craig, "She might need a ride to the emergency room," he laughed.

Losing weight wasn't his goal, but food was the last thing Jeff thought about most days. Walking ahead, he adjusted himself, pulling at his sagging navy dress pants. He knocked hard on his neighbor's door and stepped back to take a sip from his flask.

Cindy walked out with her wide eyes glued to his angered face, thinking he had finally come around to fucking her again.

"What are you doing here?" Cindy smiled.

Bursting her bubble, Jeff hardened his already tight features, "You know why the fuck I am here."

"I don't know."

"Don't play dumb with me. Tell her to come out here before I drag her out." Jeff rubbed his head while Cindy looked back, confused, "Anna!"

"Anna's not here. I haven't spoken to her in weeks, not since....

"Shit!" Jeff smacked his head.

"Is she okay?" Cindy stepped onto the porch, "I'm going to call her."

She rushed her phone out to dial, but Jeff grabbed it and searched her contacts for the number. He backed up onto the lawn, awaiting her answer.

Anna answered on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Where are you, Baby girl?" Jeff spoke, "I'm not upset anymore. You shouldn't be either. We will get through this. I am not doing anything anymore. Me and you..." Upon hearing the dead silence, Jeff looked at the phone and clenched it in his palm, "Fuck!"

"Wait," Cindy stepped into the yard, "talk to me, what happened?

"She's," he waved, "I just need to find her."

Cindy grabbed his arm, wanting to take him under her bust. He looked unwell, and his hair was slicked over his brow. He still looked handsome, but a vulnerability was weighing his eyes down.

"Hey, Calm down, okay."

"No," Jeff pulled from her grasp, "I... Call her back, and tell her I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Just fucking do it," Jeff urged, growing annoyed by her constant touching.

Cindy rubbed his bicep, "Anna is young, Jeff. She doesn't know what she wants yet, and you rushed into it...." she stopped to brush the hair on his arm, "I could have told you you were making a big mistake. Anna isn't like us, you know. She's... she was raised differently, in a broken home. She doesn't understand a lot of things."

Jeff wanted to slap her but settled on moving his arm from her touch, "I love her. I love her way more than You do."

"Excuse me?" Cindy stepped back, "I love her too, Jeff. And she loves me. We are family. Everything was fine with us before you decided to play these sex games."

"If your husband would have kept his tongue in his mouth, things would have been fine."

"Rod isn't 100% responsible for that. Anna is a tease, Jeff. She doesn't love you. She is playing you like YOU tried to play my husband for a fool."

"What the fuck are you talking about my girl doesn't want him. She loves me."

"She doesn't love you. You are both childish. I know you were lying about bets Rod made when he was drunk. He doesn't owe you a dime," she shook her head, "You're a bully. And she's just as bad."

Jeff laughed, and Cindy shook with anger, calling at his back when he turned to walk away.

"You two deserve each other!"

-

Frustrated, Jeff spent his first wife less night in the Red Room, blocking thoughts of her with a new toy. The blonde had the exact figure as Anna, and he lost himself with her, underwhelmed when she called him Daddy in the private room.

The prostitute, however beautiful, wasn't coming back to his house. Jeff couldn't rely on her to give him those fussy feelings he had with Anna. She was his addiction, and he couldn't battle this vice.

Obsession brought him outside Grayson University at 7 am. He scanned the parking lot with bloodshot eyes and was fooled at times by a few short Hispanic girls. He finally eyed one with her phone glued to her ear. He didn't need to see her face, her big messy bun and plump rear in a pair of tight sweats caught his eye, and he knew that ass very well.

"Anna!"

Anna twirled to face him and felt her soul leaving her body. His brown gray beard was unkempt along with his shaggy hair but he was irritated and that was enough to encourage her to silence. He stepped up and she continued to talk into the device, unphased by his confronting walk.

Jeff stirred with rage but calmed himself enough to speak, "Come back home, Anna." he breathed, winded from his sprint."

Resting her phone on her shoulder, Anna smirked, "Do I know you?"

"I'm sorry, baby girl, for whatever I did to make you leave."

Unamused by the apology, Anna continued her walk down the hall. He followed behind until they came to her classroom door. Her professor stood guard, an unusual act, but she was thankful for the distraction.

Jeff leaned against the wall as the woman handed her a pamphlet, "I'll Be here when you finish," he announced to her and the dozen other people in the hallway, who assumed him to be her father.

Anna twirled her eyes and stepped into the classroom. Two hours passed, and he stood firm with his arms folded across his chest.

"Anna." he tailed her down the hallway, "Anna, talk to me, please."

Jeff had never begged for a woman before and wasn't sure he knew how. Despite his ego, he thought nothing of doing so, "Anna. Come on. You've made your point."

"I'm not making a point. It's over."

He followed her into the parking lot, squinting from the bright sun, "Anna.

She stopped at a 2008 Honda and opened the door. Jeff saw evidence that she had been living in her car and groaned at her stupid decision. He grabbed her arm before she could get inside and take off.

"Anna, Please. I need you."

Anna giggled.

"It's not fucking funny. I'm serious. I'm not on drugs. I'm sober right now, and I am telling you, I need you so much. I can't live without you, little girl."

"You've Been doing just fine the past few days."

"I've been miserable."

"Sure you have."

"Anna, I fucked up with you. From the beginning, I did. It wasn't my plan. I don't know why I do stupid things."

Anna brightened up to hear him admit it.

"I don't know why I fuck up, but I do. I try not to. And I'll try harder for you, baby," he said and tried to touch her.

Jeff roughly grabbed the door, growing more annoyed by the second, "Anna, come on. You can't live in your car when you have a house at home."

"Your dog, your house. It's all yours."

His eyes rolled to the sky before he grabbed her shirt, dragging her to face him.

"You know good and fucking well I am not leaving this parking lot without you."

"We are in public," she warned, "So don't act crazy."

"I AM CRAZY!" Jeff scanned the parking lot as if he was putting on a show for the world, "I am crazy about you."

Anna grabbed his dirty shirt, a bit concerned about his well-being, "Will you shut up?"

"It's the truth, baby. I am crazy without you. I need you in our bed, in our house, in my life, baby girl

Anna smiled, "You are full of shit," she shook her head.

"HOW?" His eyes grew dark before he leaned in, "you know I fucking love you."

Her eyes scanned his bluff and she was ready for a comeback before a small voice interrupted their stare down.

"Is everything okay?" An overweight woman stepped to Anna.

Anna nodded, "Yeah-"

"My god woman," Jeff scoffed, noting the pepper spray in her hand, "I am her husband. Back the fuck up."

"Ex-husband," Anna smiled.

His eyes centered on her with a laugh, "Since when."

"I want a divorce."

Jeff grabbed her neck and dragged her closer. A small moan escaped her lips. The woman gasped at his attempt to choke the young girl. With her finger on the trigger, her eyes widened when he leaned in to kiss her.

Reluctantly, Anna closed her eyes as his tongue slithered over hers. Four days alone were enough to make her want to crawl back to his feet from a single kiss.

Jeff broke his kiss and waited for her eyes to open with a smirk, "Now, what were you saying?"

Anna giggled, "I want a divorce."

"Alright. I'll be your boyfriend if I can't be your husband."

"I don't want a boyfriend or a husband."

"You want me, though. I'm your first love."

"In your dreams." Anna tossed her eyes.

The woman stood uncertain from their interaction. Watching the man rub her cheek, she witnessed another kiss between the two that didn't look appropriate but filled her with a subtle passion.

His hands scoped to her waist as his tongue battled for dominance against her mouth.

"You miss me just as much as I miss you, don't you, little girl?" Jeff cupped her chin and smiled until he eyed the lady from the corner of his eye, "Nosy bitch, Get the fuck outta here!"

The woman jumped back from his loud voice, yelling again for her to leave. She hurried her bag over her shoulder and walked toward her parked car.

"You are such a Bully," Anna chuckled, pushing his chest, "She'll probably call the police."

"And tell them what? A crazed man is on campus scaring little girls?"

Anna tightened her hold on his shirt, "You don't scare me, mean ass."

Jeff shook his head, unable to hide his crush, "You're the mean ass for leaving me."

"You left me," she shrugged.

"I was... I was mad at you."

"And I'm not Mad? Dude, you..." Anna looked down at his shiny shoes, "I don't want to be with anyone who does Drugs."

"I quit. It's over. I promise," he raised his hands, "I had a hard run. I've been stressed out with my family and the move. But I'm done. You were right. I was weak."

Anna closed her eyes as his fingers crossed into her hair. Shaking off his embrace, she backed into the car.

"Let's go home." Jeff touched her shoulder, but she backed away.

"No. I'm making it on my own."

Jeff laughed, "Come on, little girl. You've been staying in a fucking car," he cupped her chin and sniffed, "When's the last time you've had a shower?"

Anna swatted his hand, "I took a shower this morning at the gym."

"What the hell have you been eating?" Jeff looked into the car, "Chips and cookies? Come on, let's go home. Let's get some real food. We can take a bubble bath and cuddle."

"No. I think you should go home, Jeff. You only want me when you want me," Anna tried to smile, "I'm figuring it out. Really. I have been saving my money and-"