The Bully And The Brat Quality

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go," Jeff chanted.

Standing at the sink, Anna looked at his large hands clasped to the door. He was upset, making his features more handsome than usual. With annoyance, he waved the door back and forth, creating a gust In the guest bathroom.

"Cowboys so weird," Anna chuckled, waving for him to disappear.

His deep voice continued in a nag, "Let's go, let's go, let's go.... Come on."

Anna turned her nose up to the forty-year-old's tantrum. He gave her a matching look and snapped his fingers.

"Don't just stand there, get ready."

"Go away."

"Come on, little girl. Hurry up and do what the fuck you need to do. I don't want to be late. I haven't been to a Dallas game all season."

The game that caused his rush started at four thirty in the afternoon. It was only eight-thirty, and she was sure the Cowboys stadium was empty.

Anna had been in her bed amidst a deep sleep when his body fell against her small frame at dawn. Jeff rambled off something about a football game. She was annoyed that he woke her up early and far from upset that he was forcing her to tag along. She had never been to an NFL game before. Raised in Texas, her father had also been a Dallas Cowboys fan.

Although football was beyond her interest, Anna couldn't pass up the chance to brag on social media. She wanted to look cute for the event.

Anna prepped her face with moisturizer as he looked on with annoyance. She didn't like him watching her and shooed him away, "Go."

"I want to watch the magic happen."

"Go give Butler his treats and toys." Anna tried pushing his shoulder, "Go."

"Stop," he pushed her hand away, "Stop worrying about me and get ready."

Anna grabbed her tinted cream with a huff, attaining nervous butterflies from his bold stare. Instead of his jockey masculine frame, she focused on the mirror and dotted different creams on her face. Her acne was clearing up thanks to her diet change, and she was glowing without the glam.

Dressed in a number ** jersey to represent his favorite former player, Jeff leaned against the doorframe. He focused on her fresh face and fought the urge to bend her over the sink and fuck her.

"You look pretty the way you are," Jeff smiled, hoping to win her over to a quick fuck.

Anna chuckled and tossed her middle finger, assuming he was mocking her. She thought her morning face wasn't attractive. A boost would help, and she planned to get pretty before she left home.

"Hurry up." Jeff folded his arms.

Ignoring him, Anna hummed a tune and rocked her hips to the music in her head.

"Come on. It's already 8:56. You can't fix what's already broken in 4 minutes."

Anna turned to face him with an upturned nose and waved for him to go away, "Who are you calling broken? You're broken. I'm a Baddie."

He laughed at her annoyance. Wanting to push her buttons, he continued his chant. Her angry face was the sexiest he had seen, and his dark jeans fought to keep his print concealed.

"Alright, that's enough," he clapped, "Let's go."

"Give me a friggin minute," Anna whined.

"I gave you 10 minutes. You've put enough creams on that pretty face already," Jeff looked disgusted when she pulled lashes from her bag, "No, God, No, don't put the caterpillars on. You look-"

"Get out!" Anna tried to touch the door.

Jeff held it in place, peering over the edge with a laugh, "Don't yell at me." He playfully sniffed, "You'll make me cry."

"You're getting on my nerves," Anna huffed a breath and grabbed her eyeliner.

"What's with the pencil?"

Anna answered by carefully applying it under her lids. He stepped up to examine, "What Did that do? It looks the same as the other-"

"Hush." Anna glared at him, "I can't focus when you're asking me questions.."

Jeff kept quiet momentarily to watch her apply eyeliner to her other doe eye. Then, his voice retreated in a thunder that made her jump.

"Let's go!" He roared, "Faster, faster, faster...."

"Staph!" Anna squealed, "Go do something and let me get ready."

"I'm doing something right now. Watching you play Picasso on that masterpiece." He pinched her cheek.

"Move," Anna fumed, tapping a pink blot against her cheek.

"What's that?"

"Blush."

"You don't need that. I can make you blush," he grabbed his crotch.

"Ew."

"It wasn't 'ew' when you were slobbering on it last night."

Anna blushed, and he beamed, stepping up to press his hair-rimmed mouth across her neck, "Do You Want Another shot at getting Daddy's big cock in your throat," he huskily inquired with his hands on her hips.

"Get the fuck off me."

Backing up, he continued his chant, "Let's go, let's go, let's go...."

"If you stop watching me, maybe I'll get ready faster. Have you ever thought about that?"

"I think if you hurry the fuck up, you could probably suck my cock before we have to get on the road."

"No. I'm not rushing the process to suck your dick."

Anna pushed a mascara brush over her natural lashes, making them as thick as the falsies. While Jeff watched, she searched her bag for a lip gloss stain. He continued to chant low and deep in her ear.

Anna flipped her long curly locks over her shoulder and ignored his need to burden her on what she thought would be a peaceful Sunday.

His eyes narrowed on her as she casually parted her hair into sections. He grabbed her wrist and a hair bow from the sink.

"I want it up. Put it up. I like it like that."

Rolling her eyes, Anna snatched her hair bow and mushed her hair up, grabbing a brush to smooth her flyaways.

"Stop doing all that extra shit. It looks alright. Your hair is fine. It's hairy. Let's go," Jeff groaned when she carefully applied a wet gel to her edges, "Seriously. You look fine, woman. You don't need-"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Anna cut in on his praise, bringing a smirk to his hairy lips.

Jeff lightly popped her jaw and grinned when she smacked his hand, "I have all the time in the world for a spanking," he warned.

"Stop being stupid."

"Do you think I am bullshitting? I'll bring out the power tools."

Anna pressed a gloss against her lips and smiled at her reflection as he threatened discipline. His fingers clawed at her plump ass, and she wiggled from his touch.

"Give me a reason to punish you," His tone dripped with the sensuality that hyped her need to rebel.

"You won't. It will only make us later."

"If I had time, I'd leave some bruises."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," she mumbled, fussing with loose curls running down her nape.

After another look over, Anna grabbed her bag from the sink and nudged his brick body on her way out. She went into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Swiftly, Jeff opened her room door, "What did I tell you about slamming doors?"

Anna walked to him with her bag over her shoulder and rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "I'd barely call that a slam," she retreated, slamming the door in his face for emphasis.

Jeff rushed it open with a smile, "Brat all you want, little girl, because when the Cowboys crush San Francisco, I'll be the happiest man in the world."

Anna ignored his excitement and pushed down her purple tube top, "Do I look okay?"

"Did you lose weight?" Jeff asked, examining the camel toe peeking from her tight cut-off shorts.

"Yup," Anna giggled excitedly, "6 pounds since last week."

"Turn around."

Anna twirled, proud of her developing hot body.

"Oh-mm." Jeff snorted.

Anna paused her twirl, "What?"

"What are you going to do about your small tits?" Jeff snatched her top and stretched it out, revealing her breasts, "There they are. My little puppies."

"Quit stretching my friggin' clothes," Anna glared, popping his hand.

"If you are going to be with me all day, you aren't wearing that. I have something for you to wear," Jeff hurried into his room, returning with a shirt.

"Oh," she commented on the matching jersey, "We will be twins," she chuckled, shaking her head, "No thanks. I'll wear this."

"Anna, don't fight me on this," His threatening tone retreated, and she snatched the oversized shirt, assuming it would be dress length on her small frame.

"Twins. I like that. Little twin." Jeff patted her shoulder.

Anna rolled her eyes and stepped into the living room, tossing the shirt on the couch. Bending over, she petted her dog and gasped from his sharp slap across her ass.

"Stop."

"What did I tell you about teasing me?"

"I am not teasing you," she whined, giving Butler another rub, "What time will we be back? I promised Butler treats and cuddles after I clip his nails."

"I don't know. Sometime tonight."

Anna dropped to her knees and nurtured her dog in her upcoming absence. Her fingers massaged his paws, and she soothed him with kisses.

"My god, it's one afternoon. He'll be okay." Jeff grabbed the shirt from the couch and groaned, envious of her affection for his dog, "Put this on."

Anna stood to her feet. Sighing, she lifted her arms in the air. He helped her into the jersey, ensuring her bun was kept intact. As expected, the material stopped past her thighs.

"It's too big. Can I just wear it at the game?" Anna stared down at her bare legs, "Why did you get it so big?"

"It's a small."

"It's probably a men's size," she whined.

"It's not my fault you are too short," he chuckled. "Do they sell makeup for short people to make them taller?"

Anna frowned at his insult, "You're not going to be mean to me all day," she bumped, sidestepping him to the kitchen, "But-but, come get your treat," she called.

Jeff laughed at his dog's moniker, "These nicknames are out of hand. The old dog won't know what to answer to."

"Butler is a degrading name for him. He's not a butler. He is the King of this house."

Jeff scoffed, "I'm the fucking King of this house," he patted his chest, "And you're my Queen."

Anna beamed.

"My cuckquean," Jeff laughed, "Dirty cuck bitch."

"Wow." Anna dropped her smile to roll her eyes.

"I was joking," Jeff smiled, grabbing her hand, "You're my Queen. How about you, you bow down to this cock and-"

"Move. I've got to get Butter's toys," she hurried past him.

Jeff caught her before she could escape. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he hauled her up, knocking her back into his chest.

"Jeff-"

"Shut up. We are leaving."

"No. Wait, put me down," Anna clawed at his enormous arms to release her, but he walked them to the door. "Jeff! I have to give him his treats."

"Butler will have to suffer. You are mine today, little lady," he announced in a heightened southern draw and opened the door to a fresh Texas morning.

Anna huffed until he brought her to her feet at the passenger side. Jeff opened the door for her and gave a curtsy that made her giggle. He was a mix of sweet and sour that she had come to like.

"Come on, little beauty queen." Jeff tapped her ass as she crawled inside.

Kneeling, he pulled the seat belt over her tummy and grabbed her ankles, situating her to his liking. With softened eyes, Anna gave a small smile. She enjoyed being pampered and lightened up when he kissed her forehead.

"I don't want no bullshit out of you today, Brat," Jeff explained once he was settled in the driver's seat.

"I won't do anything crazy." Anna giggled, "I know how to act in public."

"Well.... We will be in Ray's booth at the game. Kate will be there, too."

"And? I ain't scared of her," she hissed, "I bet she won't talk all of that tough shit when I get there."

"And what will you do if she does, little Gangster?"

"If she steps to me, she knows what it is. I'll have to put my hands on her. I'm not a gangster, but I will not take her disrespect." Anna glared, folding her arms over her bust.

"Disrespect. Such a long word for a short bitch." Jeff shook with laughter when she punched his arm.

"Keep talking shit, and I'll put my hands on you too."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Jeff laughed, "I'd barely call you a fighter. You get in a punch every now and then, but they are no match for the whips and chains I have. You are up for a rough night this week. I want to use your new toys."

Anna roamed the thoughts of being bound and felt her nature rise from his baritone threats.

Jeff was sure to comment on her silence, enticing her with his fantasy.

"What? Are you scared of that butt plug? I should have made you wear it today." She remained quiet, and he beamed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thinking."

"About what? Getting fucked in every hole?"

"NO," she lied, hiding a smile, "I'd tie you up and use all your holes. Even that bald spot coming in."

"You need to start wearing your glasses. I've got no bald spot on me. Try again." Jeff scoffed, "Like I said, I bet that little pussy is creamy thinking about it."

Anna turned her head to blush as his hand pressed against her kneecap.

"Are you ready to be tied up? Ready for Daddy to use you again, little one?"

Her first instinct was to close her thighs, but the tingles she felt were too good to resist. His fingers danced over her thigh, both twitching with anticipation.

"You're not going to tap out like last time. I will take it slow, then get rougher and rougher."

Anna bit her lip from his illustration.

Jeff pinched the sensitive skin on her thighs, "Yeah, I know you can't wait to be my fuck toy."

"Whatever."

"Don't whatever me. Who's Daddy's favorite slut?" Jeff smiled, rubbing up her thigh.

"Me," she sighed as his fingers pressed against her valley, leaking with craving.

Jeff removed his hand and placed it on the steering wheel, leaving her sprung momentarily. She wanted more and grabbed his arm.

"I'm driving. I don't have time to play in your dirty little cunt."

Anna flipped her long shirt, and he shook his head.

"Don't even think about it. You wouldn't let me get my rocks off. You sit there and think about your actions and how they have consequences. Had you been a good girl this morning, you would have been"

"Jeff shut up," she giggled, moving her fingers down to her clit, "You are all talk and no action."

"Stop touching my property, greedy slut," Jeff laughed, pushing her hand away, "You're lucky I am driving."

"You're right," Anna zipped up her jeans and buttoned them back, "Sorry, I'll be a good girl."

Jeff glanced at her bluff. "Really?"

"Yes." Anna grinned, "Can we stop at Starbucks on the way."

"You'll be good for food, won't you, big girl."

"You'll be good for pussy, won't you, little boy?" Anna matched his smirk.

Jeff had had enough teasing. Her body quivered when he pulled off the highway. He stopped behind an abandoned gas station and unfastened his seat belt.

Her hopes vanished when he hurried from the car and shut the door. She looked around as he approached her side of the vehicle. He stood at her door for a moment before opening it.

Anna giggled, met with his cock in her face, "Put that thing away," she looked behind him.

"Come on. You were talking all that shit. I want you to use your mouth for a good cause."

Jeff pushed her head into his crotch. She wiggled her face before pushing his tip into her mouth.

"There you go," he placed his hand on her scalp, leading her down.

Anna bobbed her head back and forth and worked the top half of his cock. She couldn't see his face but knew from his hold she was on the right path. He pulled from her mouth, and she gasped for fresh air.

Jeff stepped back, high off his dominance, "Get in the back seat on all fours."

Unhooking her seatbelt, she climbed back while he opened the back door.

Jeff rushed her shorts down, "Arch it," he snapped, adjusting her body.

"Uhm, wait. Ahm."

He seared her with a slap to her ass and entered her soaking pot with a violent jab that knocked her forward.

"OH, Ow," she whimpered, "Uh uh. Uh, god."

"Don't run from me, Smart mouth, bitch," Jeff chuckled.

Anna grunted from his rough thrusts. Her face was reddened with humiliation, and the car was becoming hotter.

Sweat rolled down her jaws when she opened her mouth to scream, "Ah! Dada, bahh...."

With both knees spread and riding to her chest, she hunched and grabbed her stuffed animal. The soft, squishy toy gave comfort to his rough pounding.

"Ah, " An ache came from his hard pull on her hair, and she reared her sweaty face up to groan, "Uhm hmm, uh, uh, uh, my god."

"You ain't talking all that shit anymore, huh?" Jeff grunted, slicing into her sticky slit, "Keep your goddamn ass up."

"Aye, Ah, Goh, Dadd-"

"Oh, I am Daddy now?"

"Yeah, oh, ow," Anna winced as his cockhead pushed closer to vanishing inside her. Her pussy was loose and easily accessible to fuck. He utilized his hips for a deeper stroke, and she tried to keep her arch.

Head down, Ass up, was his command, but the sensations felt so good her body leaned forward.

"Stay up, girl!" Jeff barked, pulling her head back.

"UH, uhh."

"You disobedient slut," Jeff snapped, pulling her up to his chest. Biting her ear, he palmed her small breasts, kneading them to an ache.

"Do you like being fucked out in the open like a whore?"

"Uh, yes, Daddy," she hissed, throwing her ass back on his cock.

Creeping into her shirt, he tugged at her dark nipples, keeping his hips in motion. He slapped her small tit and felt himself about to bust. Quickly, he shoved her back into the leather seats and lifted her hips.

"You best keep this fucking arch before I ram it in your asshole, little brat," Jeff spoke out.

"No, no. I Uhh mmm," Another pop stiffened her arch, along with a demand she take his long strides, "Oh oye, ah, I can't, take it, Daddy."

"Shut up that whining," Jeff growled, "Keep this fucking ass up."

Anna was distracted by an intense pleasure and barely heard his command. Her shoulders twitched as her fingers guided over her clit, creating a sticky pot.

"Ah, my god, Daddy."

"That's it. Cum on this cock, little cunt."

Despite his insults, a wave of peace pushed her face first into the leather seats. She wasn't sure of anything other than being exhausted and pleased. Breathing out in huffs, she dropped her arch and trembled when he quickly turned her on her back.

Anna looked up to see him fumbling with his pants. He slammed the back door and hurried to the driver's seat.

While she gathered her scrambled mind, he hauled ass into the side street. She sat up and pulled her shorts up as his deep chuckles filled the car.

"What happened?"

"I'm pretty sure that lady saw me." Jeff laughed harder.

"Oh my god, for real?" Anna giggled, "I'm glad she didn't see me."

"Yeah, that was close. Now, get your slutty ass up here and clean my cock if you want those overpriced Seattle Beans."

"What?"

"Starbucks." Jeff laughed, "You don't even drink coffee do you."

"I like the whip cream."

"Well if you want to waste my money on whipped topping you better get up here and suck the cream out of my cock first."

"Oh my god. You're gross," she giggled.

"It's not that gross is it little one?" Jeff smiled, "You said you love Daddy's cock."

"When did I say that?"

"It'd be hot if you said it right now."

Anna rolled her eyes at the rear view mirror, "I love Daddy's cock," she purred surprising him.

She then giggled, tickled by her confession while he shook his head with craving.

"I swear to God, baby girl, I'll get you three cups of whipped cream if you get your ass up here and prove it."

Anna climbed up front with every intention of milking his cock, not for the coffee but the joy of being his little girl.

-

Anna was all bark and no bite when she arrived at the stadium. Sucking on her Starbucks straw, she examined Kate dressed in a classic black dress highlighting her long, tanned legs. The woman wasn't a threat to her since Jeff kept her close by his side, holding her hand throughout the tour in their matching jerseys.