The Bully And The Brat Perv

Jeff entered his guest room, which was reserved for his little wife when she misbehaved. Two dozen stuffed animals set out on a bookshelf in her room, and a princess bed set in the middle. He was always surprised by a new toy collectible. But tonight, he was stunned by her petite frame in a two-piece swimsuit.

The tight black cotton fabric hiked up on the bottom, giving a V-shaped angle to her sharp curves. On the top, two sheets of yellow material covered her perky cups, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"My damn, girl," he commented with a raspy chuckle.

Anna tossed her eyes, "Don't you knock?"

"Not in my house," he replied, chewing hard on a piece of gum, "Are you wearing that for me?"

"No. I'm taking Josh swimming."

"And you thought you could wear that?"

"I can wear whatever I want."

Jeff stared lustily at her curves, and Anna turned around, giving him an excellent eye at her plump backside. Her nipples cut into her top from his watch.

"Get out of my room and knock next time."

Jeff shook his head, venturing further into the room. She had posters on the wall, but His eyes focused on her flesh, bringing an intense aura to her bare shoulders. He came closer and grabbed her hips. His touch was gentle, but she refused to be taken advantage of again.

"No."

"I didn't say anything," Jeff stepped up, backing her into the wall.

Anna was sure he could sense her desires and clenched her bare thighs together, suppressing the heat in her loins that danced around the room. She turned to face him, looking at his long beard engulfing his pink lips.

"What's on your mind, little one?" Jeff inquired, throwing her need to sass.

The innocent flush in her cheeks made him smile. Holding her nape, he bent for a kiss that she quickly broke.

"No," she wiped her mouth, "you said no cuddles and no kisses, Remember?"

"I changed my mind about the kissing part." Jeff smiled, "Give Daddy a kiss."

"No," Anna huffed, pushing his hand away, "Get out."

"You are butthurt over this punishment, huh?"

"No. I don't want to kiss or cuddle you either. "

"Is that so?" Jeff tickled her chin, "That's too bad. You know, I was going to bring you back into my bed tonight."

"No, you weren't," she folded her arms.

"I swear, I was just coming in here to tell you that you could sleep with me tonight."

Anna stayed stoic, rightfully so. His mischievous smile let her know she shouldn't fall for his pranks. He rubbed her head with a loving touch that made her swoon.

"Me, you and your stuffies, all comfy. Isn't that what you want, baby girl?"

Jeff snickered before Anna could soften to smile, introducing a mocking laugh. Playing tough as if his ruse didn't give her false hope, she shunned his pranks with a hand wave.

"Go somewhere else with your games, Jeffery."

"Jeffery," he mocked with an eye roll, "You think calling me by my full name will make me bow to you, little princess?"

"You're going to bow to me anyway."

"I'll send you to your knees like always, little brat." He warned with a wink.

Anna shuffled her hair to one shoulder and posed for him, "You're the one coming in here begging for it."

"I.... I didn't come in here to see your sports-illustrated photoshoot. I wanted to know when you planned to put that food away."

"I haven't eaten yet, so I'll get it when I get back."

"I don't mind putting it away. It just needs to be put up before Butler jumps on the counter and eats it. He's done that with me when I leave food out."

"Butler never does that with me. Actually, He wouldn't do that with me." Anna smirked, "I have trained him to be a good boy."

"And I haven't?"

Anna shrugged.

"Are you serious?"

"You said you were a bad trainer, not me," Anna hiked her narrow shoulders.

"So what you're saying is I need to start training my animals? Should I start with you, little piggy?"

In a swift motion, Jeff grabbed her arms, hauling her against the wall. Anna squirmed from his hold, using her arms as leverage.

"Jeff, No." she struggled to slide down the wall.

There was a thrill from dominating her little body that urged his primal instinct. Pinning her to the wall, Jeff sniffed at her neckline, admiring her feminine glow.

"No! Jeff, stop," she whined as his teeth sunk into her neck, sending a message to her needy pussy.

"I know you want lots of kisses, little one, but I've got to train you and this little pussy to behave."

Jeff caught her by the ass cheeks and lifted. Her bare flesh jiggled in his palm. While dodging slaps, he pinned her thighs back against the wall.

Anna was out of breath, and her face and neck were sweaty from her feat, "Hm, ugh, stop."

In the awkward position, only the thin bikini material covered the sticky pot between her legs.

"Stop moving before I drop you." That got her attention, and Jeff bit his lip, taking in her bronze pose. Her crotch held a heat and her chest heaved. He kissed her lips and she bit down on his bottom lip.

"What did I tell you about putting up a fight, little brat?"

"Ugh, I don't want to play with you." Anna wiggled.

"I don't want to play with you either, mean bitch. I want to fuck you just like this." Raising her thighs, he dry-humped against her with an example, "That's what you want, isn't it?"

Anna sighed as his hard-on pressed against her heat, "No. I don't want to."

Jeff wielded his hips repeatedly, stirring her needs, "I don't believe that. I think you want it. Just Like This."

Anna pleaded, wanting to prove a point. No meant no, even if her body was calling for it, even if she had been teasing him all afternoon. She looked into his eyes and tried not to fall for his charming sights.

"Put me down."

Jeff unleashed his hold, and she dropped and screamed, expecting to fall. With solid arms, he caught her in time and positioned her back. Amused from her fear, he dropped her low, conjuring another squeal.

"Stop! You're friggin' scaring me."

"Scared little pussy," he chuckled.

"No, I'm not. You're trying to kill me, I almost died."

"You are so goddamn dramatic," Jeff laughed.

"It's not funny," she whined, "Hold me tighter or put me down."

"Keep yourself up, fat girl," he teased, lowering one thigh.

"Stop!" Anna squealed before he placed his hand back on her side.

"Relax. You know I am not going to drop your fat ass."

"Stop being mean to me," Anna growled.

"Hush!" Jeff sneered, "What did I tell you about raising your voice at me."

"Shut up!"

Jeff touched her pussy and her tough girl persona vanished for a moment. The tingles as his fingers toyed with her covered clit sent her sagging.

"Ah, stop, uh, Mmm," she breathed deeply as his fingers shifted the fabric to the side, "Stop. I told you no."

"Why can't I play with this fat pussy?" Jeff mocked, pressing his thumb on her sticky clit, "You want Daddy's cock?"

"Ah, oh, no, no, oh." She panted as his fingers played her body.

"There you go, little mean girl," Jeff pressed his face against the wide valley between her pert breasts, "Feed me these little tits."

Anna was fuming at his insults, but his sensuality provoked a sigh. His lips roamed over the bikini top, and his beard tickled her chest, making her bite her lip. He used his tongue to search, finding her chocolate nipple. He bit down on her tender bud before flicking over to soothe her. Each tongue twirl made her droop down.

"Ah-ha, oh," she purred.

With her nipple in his mouth, Jeff kept her in place and somehow unleashed his cock. He was focused and pressed it against her cunt.

"Oh, mm, gosh," she gasped and winced from the first warm stretch.

"You want more?" Jeff asked.

"No," Anna whined, unwilling to give herself to his sex.

"No, Daddy does not like that word," Jeff pressed, utilizing her craving.

With his cock, he stirred her pot, backing in and out with a tease. Her moisture increased as he took it away, knowing she wanted more.

"Do You want more of this cock?"

His cock pulsed inside her cunt, and she squeezed her eyes shut, "Mmmhmm, fuck."

"Good girl," he praised, inching deeper, "I knew you'd let Daddy get this wet pussy."

Taking his eyes off her awed expression, Jeff looked down to watch his cock push on between her pussy lips, "Hmm, you've been one dirty tease today, haven't you, baby girl?"

Anna shook her head. Anna heard the sounds of her arousal sloppy below. Her pussy was ready, but having lost another battle, she whined as his cock rocked slowly in and out.

"Stop, Stop, uh, no," she struggled from a powerful orgasm.

"You're One stubborn little bitch," Jeff grabbed her face, pressing her head against the wall. Her rejection fueled his sadistic thoughts. His grip spread to her neck.

Anna welcomed the choke with a deep breath and lost herself in his eyes.

"Ugh, Daddy," she whined as hot squirt poured down on her carpet.

"You are such a fucking nasty bitch," Jeff smiled, squeezing her neck, "Did I tell you to cum?"

His hips twitched, and she turned her eyes over to a pleasured roll. She was lightheaded and powerless, but why did it have to feel so good?

Jeff shoved his hips into the hilt and watched her mouth drop, "You like me right here?"

"Uh, stop. Stop, Oh, gosh, ah, my gosh, you're so deep."

"You don't like when my cock hurts?" Jeff asked in a husky breath across her nose, proceeding to fuck the defiance out of her cunt.

Wanting to push her over the edge, Jeff sat on the bed and yanked into her with short strokes that were determined to make her fold. He slapped her face when she leaned over to moan.

"I know you're not about to tap out on me girl."

"Uh, Uhm."

"What was that little brat?" Jeff slapped her ass.

"Uhm, oh, my god!"

"No. You better not come on my fucking cock," he grunted, "You didn't want it, remember?"

"Ah, god. Mm, oh, fuck," she announced the forced pleasure and kneaded her breasts.

"Hold it, Bitch. Don't you cum on my cock." His order came with back-to-back rolls against her pussy muscles.

Jeff stood up and pinned her back on the wall. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she huffed into his shoulder and waited for his takeoff.

"Little girl. You better not fucking cum." Jeff urged her cravings to rebel.

"Aye, hm, I can't, I can't, oh my gosh, Oh-mm..." Anna paused when she hit a pinnacle.

The pleasure made her slump, and Jeff brought her to her feet. She grabbed his arm to balance, dizzy and unsure of the tingles she felt. Before she could escape, he pushed her back onto the wall.

Jeff stood above her, his cock withstanding his violent jerk. "On your knees," he rasped.

He pushed her shoulder, and she fell to her knees. Backing up, he pulled her hair, twisting her head to face him.

"You wanted this. Now, Smile for me, pretty girl," he panted, mocking her in passion.

Anna gritted her teeth while his palm pumps nearly assaulted her nose. Her act turned him on. When she shifted away from his masturbation, he brought her back.

"Right there, right there, hold that tongue out." Jeff popped her jaw, but she refused to give him the satisfaction, "Uh, fuck fuck, open your goddamn mouth, sexy bitch."

With one hand, Jeff positioned her face, and reigned hot nut across her cheek.

"You're so fucking perfect," Thrilled from his conquest, Jeff breathed deeply, sliding his palm over her head, "Daddy's cum slut."

An adorable pout etched her plump lips. She hated being overpowered

"Aw, You wanted to taste it, didn't you, baby?" Jeff rubbed his seed into her lips.

Anna shook away, spitting out what got into her mouth. Drained, she stood up and adjusted her bikini, ready to voice her opinions.

"Get out of my room and don't come back in here. Never."

"Drama Queen." Jeff smirked.

"Let's get one thing straight. I am not dramatic. You came in here and took me without my consent."

"You said you wanted to get fucked."

"When? When did I ever say that? You are a liar."

"You wore that," he waved.

"I told you I was going swimming," Anna pulled at her sticky bottoms.

"You aren't wearing that over there." Jeff stated.

Her eyes darted to his smug face, "I can wear what I want."

Jeff backed her into the wall, "How about you put on some clothes before I fuck you again."

"You are so big and bad." Anna smirked, grabbing his limp cock.

The sensitivity sent him back with a groan and she followed his walk backwards out of her room. Once he was out, she slammed her door in his face.

Jeff lightly knocked, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. When I see you dressed up like that I just can't resist."

Anna opened up the door to his large frame above, "Did you say you're sorry?"

"Yeah, I sure did. I apologize. But you have to take blame. You tempted me."

Anna placed her hand on her hip.

"See? Now I want to fuck you again," Jeff laughed when she slammed the door in his face, "Open up, Annie," he knocked, "Come On little Annie. I need to talk to you."

Anna walked out with a large polo shirt on her short stack. The baby-blue print caught his eye and he walked up, grabbing the collar.

"This better not be one of my new shirts," he warned.

"New rules around here, buddy," Anna grinned, "If I wash it. I wear it."

"You want me to wear your ass out," Jeff arched his brow, "Take my shirt off. Iron it and put it back where I had it."

"Before or after you wore it?" Anna giggled, "I wash it, I wear it."

"I can wash my own fucking clothes. No one asked you to play maid over here honey."

Anna giggled and walked barefoot to the kitchen with his shirt hem Around her knees. Knowing he was growing annoyed only fueled her appetite. She made her a plate of food and sat down at the table to eat with Butler at her side to catch the scraps.

Jeff stood at the bar with his arms folded.

"Let ONE stain get on my shirt and see what happens," he nudged his shoulders to release some tension, "Take it off, Anna. I'm not fucking around."

Anna eased out of the large polo and tossed it on the table barely missing her plate.

Jeff grabbed it, keeping it safe in his arms, "You're trying to piss me off."

Anna ignored him and looked at her phone, taking a bite of food. He made a noise and she looked up to roll her eyes. Then he gave another pronounced 'Oink' that made her eyes flare with annoyance.

"Oink," Jeff laughed.

Instinctively, Anna tossed the chicken leg at him hoping to ruin him and his shirt.

"You are a fucking bully," Anna snapped, grabbing her food and bottled water.

"It was a joke." Jeff waved his hands in surrender.

His laughter at her anger only unsettled her. With her plate in hand she walked bikini clad to her room, slamming the door behind her. She was humiliated and rather eat alone than deal with his body shaming.

Jeff stood at her door. His laughter came louder and she shouted for him to shut up. His soft knock came on the door with an apology but his voice cracked with amusement.

"I was just messing around baby," he shook the knob.

-

two hours later.

-

Jeff watched television, taking sips of liquor. The sharp tang calmed his mind for a split second, but he wanted something harder. He needed it, really. His mind contemplated an alternative to living here, not just the state of Texas, but the world itself. He hated when the drop made him think of destruction.

It was a reasonable thought. Jeff planned it out for a while. He had money and a newly drawn Will. The people on it would reap from his departure, mostly Anna and his beloved caretaker, Marla. Of course, he would look after his brother, Ray.

Jeff groaned, shaking his head at the idea. He wasn't killing himself over a bit of craving. That was the weakness talking. He knew he was tough shit. He stood and stretched his arms above his head, looking at his empty bed. Despite his petty pride and joy in bullying his wife, he couldn't sleep alone tonight.

Anna stirred awake at midnight and felt his large arm enveloping her. His palm pressed against her breasts, and his breath came in a warm gust across her nape.

"No," She squirmed from his arms onto her feet, "No. Hell no."

Flipping on the light switch, Anna took in his naked, hairy body sprawled in her bed. He was gorgeous, with bulks of muscle in his thighs that dipped into solid legs.

Jeff adjusted to the light, making himself comfortable. He also admired her curves. His cock lay limp but slowly awakened from her night attire, a short yellow nightie.

"Go to your room, Jeff," Anna spoke in a rasp, wiping her eyes to avoid looming over his nude body.

"Cut that fucking light off and get back in bed."

Anna slapped his foot. "Get up. You are NOT sleeping in my bed," she punched his arm, "Get up."

"What the fuck?" Jeff grabbed her wrist.

"Out," she pointed, "get out."

Jeff grabbed one of her stuffed animals and held it tight, "Come on. Daddy's sorry."

"Get out!" Anna dragged his arm over, "If I can't sleep in your bed, you can't sleep in mine. It's only fair."

"It's only fair," he mocked with a charming smile, "Come here, little one. I want to cuddle."

Jeff took the utmost space on her queen bed, and she folded her arms at the enticing suggestion. Just the sight made her bite her lip. He was stirring her desires, but she stood firm against her attraction.

"Jeff," Anna swallowed the lump in her throat, "Get up and go to your bed."

Moving to his side, he made a space for her to lie and patted the pink sheets, "I won't touch you, okay? I'm sorry about earlier. I should have stopped."

"You didn't."

"You loved it," he winked.

Anna slapped his bare foot, "You don't get to tell me how I felt."

Jeff laughed at her annoyance, "I said I was sorry. Don't kill me, okay?"

"Ugh," she huffed.

Anna cut off the light and used the moon's gaze to find her side, "Move over."

Jeff rubbed her head, massaging down her tense shoulders, "Relax. You get all worked up."

"You said you wouldn't touch me. Stop," Anna removed his hand from her thigh.

Jeff chuckled, "When did I say that?"

His touch placed a work of warmth on her task to be mad. He had taken her without her consent, and he should feel sorry, and her saddened at being ravished. Instead, she was boiling with need.

His fingers pressed against her pussy lips, and she gulped her want to protest. He rubbed the sensitive spot before coming back to her thigh.

"You are so soft."

"I don't want you to, hmm," she gasped as his fingers toyed over her mound.

Jeff leaned her head over to kiss her cheek, "Alright, little one. I won't mess with you," he said, pulling back from the heat in her loins.

Jeff backed up, reaching the edge of the bed, and adjusted a pillow below his head. She was both stunned by his actions and horny. She still held the slightest moisture on her cheek from his kiss and wanted to feel his lips. Lifting, she peered at his sleeping frame and wondered if she could get away with masturbating.

Anna looked toward his unmoved stiff back and merged her fingers between her lips. With a racing heart, she slowly rubbed, keeping her eyes on his head. He shifted, and she stopped suddenly, ashamed of herself.

"I know you are rubbing your pussy," Jeff laughed, creating extra blush to her cheeks.

"Shut up. I was not," she turned her back to his back and looked into the moonlit-hued room.

His smell assaulted her nose, driving her crazy. Why did she have to get horny for him? She felt his bumpy shift and heavy arm before his lips roamed her shoulders. She wanted to hold on to the rebellion, but he knocked the walls down with a tender suck against her neck.

"You want it. You just don't want me?"

"I..." Anna paused, too prideful to admit it, "I just want to go to sleep."

"You know what I want."

"Whatever it is, You won't get it from me."

"Is that so?"

Jeff sat up, tired of her theatrics. He wanted sex. She was his wife and his property. He gave her a chance to choose; now, he would take what he wanted.