The Bully And The Brat Rascal

Sunday night.

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"Jeff is out of control," Kate loudly told her maid.

Jeff was her ex-boyfriend and former owner, and now her brother in law. Disgusted by him, Kate stood frustrated in the kitchenette of the downtown apartment she shared with her husband, Jeff's brother, Ray.

Kate hated her new small quarters. Realistically, the place was perfect for the two of them, but she was used to more than this. Jeff had always given her the best when they were together. But they were no longer, and she was his brother's keeper.

"Small quarters for a small man," Jeff had whispered to Kate when she expressed her need for a more spacious place.

Since Kate knew less about housekeeping than spending the Anderson family's money, she also pleaded with his maid, Marla, to accompany them to Texas. She expected a no and was surprised when the older woman agreed to come.

Marla cooked and cleaned as she always had. She always filled the house with fresh flowers and a homely aura. The downside of her being there came from her orders for Kate to destroy Jeff's marriage.

"See if you can talk to him this week. Maybe you two can hang out while Ray's at work."

"He won't answer any of my calls," Kate mumbled in annoyance.

"You two used to be attached at the hip," Marla commented, stirring a cup of tea, "Try that Email thing. Or um," she snapped her finger, "Text. Text him."

Kate took the cup and held it to her lips, "I can't do this, Marla," she sipped.

"You need him back, honey. If you two were together, he wouldn't have you living like this, remember?"

Kate frowned as images of Ray's bloody nose flashed in her mind, "I don't think I want him back after what he's done."

Marla frowned, deepening the wrinkles in her worried eyes, "I sure hope Anna is okay."

Kate rolled her eyes.

Marla loved Jeff like a son, but he was too old and far gone to raise. He was a broken man, kind-hearted when need be. She didn't, however, care for his love to corrupt young girls. She had never cared about his sexual exploits before. But he had crossed the line now, having sunk his sadistic claws into the sweet spirit that his new wife, Anna, possessed.

"Anna needs to get out of there before it's too late." Marla noted, remembering his past violent streaks.

"Trust me Anna isn't miserable. She likes it when he freaks out," Kate announced, "She is so disrespectful to him. She talks to him, like..."

"Like she should," she pointed, "I agree. She's got a mouth on her. But she puts him in his place."

"I think she's the problem. I could have sworn I saw her smile when he hit Ray. She's not as dumb as she lets on."

Marla snapped, "There is nothing Dumb about her. Poor girl is probably scared to death. She's too young to be with him, and you know that. She could do a whole lot better than a forty year old alcoholic."

"He's a nice looking man, Marla. Anna isn't up for beauty Queen."

Marla glared as Kate plopped on the cheap kitchen chair and then stood disgusted by the wobble.

"God I hate this place,' she mumbled, cringing on her walk to the living room.

The Anderson family owned multiple furniture stores, but Kate couldn't furnish her home with the basics. She would wait for her luxury shipment from New York to spruce up the place.

"Give him a call in the morning. Tell him you agree with whatever it was had him all riled up," Marla coached her

Kate loudly moaned and plopped on the couch as Marla continued talking. She didn't care about Jeff anymore. Without his money, he was becoming a burden in her life. She now hated sucking him off for what little he gave her. Last time, it was forty dollars. And she damn sure didn't care about Anna or her safety.

Kate huffed as Marla continued to explain her concerns. Her eyes scanned over to the small hallway, but there was nowhere to hide from her daily Jeff rant.

Kate was miserable. Why was she here? Where was her mansion, her beach house? Her office was now the couch, and she sulked back, finding no peace in her living room.

"You can leave early tonight, Marla," she sighed.

Marla snapped her fingers, "I ain't done talking to you yet!"

"Marla, I don't want him back." Kate loudly sounded, "You... you just don't understand."

"You understand that a young girl is in jeopardy. He's manipulated her into god knows what. You've gotta know somebody that can stir up something. Something to show her he is a degrading, unfaithful Rascal..." Marla took a deep breath, unsure where her anger had come from.

Kate rarely saw her this heated, especially at Jeff, and sat up to think, "I can call around. Jeff has never been good with giving women closure," she replied, distracted by her own problems.

"Good. Cause Anna needs to get away from him," Marla held her heart, "Where's Ray?"

"He went to see Jeff."

"But, I thought you said Jeff punched him in the face?"

"They are brothers, Marla," Kate rolled her eyes at their toxic relationship, "They won't stop fighting until one of them dies."

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Monday night

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Anna lingered outside his bedroom door before knocking on the wooden grain.

"Yeah?" Jeff shouted.

She opened the door, finding his shirtless hard frame, deliciously laid out on his King bed. Wearing one of his old shirts, she folded her arms across her chest.

"It's cold in my room," she whined.

"Go sleep on the couch."

"It's cold in there too."

"What the hell do you want me to do, Anna?"

"Can I cut the heat on?"

"Hell no. I am not sweating all goddamn night. Go put some damn clothes on."

"I have clothes on!"

"Watch it."

Making a sour face, Anna leaned against his door, before boldly walking to his large bed and climbing up on the far side.

"Hell, no. I am not about to cuddle you, little brat. After what you said. You need to show me some respect and maybe I-"

"Shut up. I don't want to cuddle you." Anna huffed, shoving the covers over her shoulder.

Jeff waved off her attitude and ignored her small lump beside him to watch the Monday night football game. He had two bets going for the 49ers destruction and awaited his fate with a smile until things turned ugly around halftime.

"Ugh! COME ON!" He blared at the television, "Get the damn ball!"

Anna rose from her sleeping pose to frown, disoriented from the abrupt sound.

"GODDAMNIT!" Jeff kicked his foot.

Stunned by his outburst, she turned to face him while her frown deepened and exhaustion tired her doe eyes.

"What happened?"

"Their defense is killing me. They need to-"

"Seriously?" Anna scrunched her nose, annoyed by his flimsy excuse, "Turn it down, and don't yell at the TV."

Jeff ignored her and sat up to focuse on the ball, "Oh shit! OH, yes, go! let's go, let's...uhh!" He sulked from the defense across the forty-yard line, "Fuck!"

"Be quiet." Anna chastised, fluffing her pillow, "I am trying to sleep."

"Go the fuck to sleep then!" Jeff barked, spreading his annoyance to her, "You came in here, sweetheart. I'm not going to stop watching the game because you're 'cold'."

"Don't yell at me or else I'll go to my room."

"You aren't going anywhere, Cry baby."

Laying her cheek against a soft pillow, Anna pouted, and grabbed her stuffed animal, "I'm not a cry baby," she whined at his insult, "Stop being mean and just be quiet."

"I'm quiet now, are you happy?"

"No," she adjusted her pillow again, trying to find the comfortable position she once had, "Can we snuggle?"

"Now you're pushing it. What was it you called me earlier? A son of a bitch?"

"I didn't say that. I don't even talk like that."

"You said enough. Mean bitch."

"Ugh," Anna turned her back on him.

"Come here, bubble butt," Jeff pulled her shirt, dragging her to his chest in a headlock, "You better be asleep before it ends, or I am fucking you."

"Stop..." Anna moved and twirled over to her corner of the large bed, away from his loud mouth and foul manners. He pulled at her shirt, dragging her back.

"Stop stretching my shirt.

"That's my shirt, you bratty cunt," Jeff patted his hairy chest, "Come on, let's cuddle."

"No, I don't want to anymore. Leave me alone."

"Stop being a baby and get your ass over here." Jeff softly hit her with a pillow.

"Stop, it." Anna whined when he hit her again, "I said, Stop..."

Jeff gave a few pats to her face and Anna turned to kick at him. Swiftly, he caught her leg, pinning it to the bed. With his other hand, he teased the pillow over her face.

"You know better than to kick me." Jeff pressed the pillow against her nose.

"Stop!" Came her dramatically muffled squeals, "Stop! AH!"

Jeff lifted the pillow. The fiery flush on her cheeks highlighted her two large brown eyes glaring at him.

"What's wrong?" Jeff laughed.

"What's wrong is you were trying to kill me. Don't do that again," Anna barked, wiggling her thigh caught in his firm grasp, "Stop freaking touching me. YOU are so-"

Jeff rushed the pillow down on her face, muting her statement, "You are so freaking annoying."

"Stop your Bratty Ways," he smiled, lifting the pillow from her neck.

Anna sat up and pulled the pillow from him. Wielding the weapon with both hands, she leaped on her knees to attack with vicious, soft slaps. His hearty laugh sent her into a tantrum, and she hit harder.

"Stop!" Anna howled with the next swing, "Being mean!"

Jeff laughed, unsure of what damage she thought she would do with the cotton. Wildly, she continued to abuse him with pops to his head and broad shoulders. Growing tired from beating him senseless, she plopped down with a bounce and composed herself with a deep breath.

"You tired yourself out there, little piggy?"

Anna ignored his taunts and retied her hair in a bun.

"I smell bacon," Jeff smiled, sagging to watch her calm her pose, "You must have put up a sweat and unleashed some of that pent-up aggression?"

"Shut. Up."

Jeff eyed a small red dot that had developed on her chin and smirked, "You've got something on your face."

Anna sneered at his mock, "Fuck you."

"Aw, why are you so upset, Princess?"

"You are not funny. And I'm not your princess."

"I'm not being funny. You have something on your face," he tried to point at it, but she caught his wrist.

"Leave me alone. Watch the TV and stop bothering me. I was supposed to be asleep two hours ago," she whined, "but you keep messing with me."

"I am telling You. You got something on your face. It's right, right... there."

Jeff pinched her nipple through the t-shirt and she slapped his hand.

"That's not my face, dumb ass."

"Temper, temper. Violence is never the answer to your frustration, little one."

"Ugh," Anna rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

Amused by the fire in her eyes, Jeff made an oink sound and chuckled as her pretty lips lowered in a pout. Teasing his wife was almost as fun as fucking her. He stared at her pretty month wanting to place his cock between her dry lips.

"Stop looking at me," she retreated, plopping onto the pillows with her teddy bear.

"There it is," he teased, pinching her nose.

Anna wiggled from his touch, "Stahp."

"Stahp," he mocked in a squeak.

"I don't sound like that," she huffed, turning her back to him, "You sound dumber than you look," she grumbled.

"What was that?" Jeff asked, pulling her by the collar, "Did you just call me dumb?"

Anna groaned at the same act that brought him a beating in the first place and moved away. He gripped her hips with a heavy hand, bringing her closer.

"Stop," she squirmed from his hold, fighting the tingles, "I told you I don't want to cuddle with you anymore. You don't know how to cuddle me correctly."

"That's such a big declaration from a small little girl."

Anna pouted, tucking her hand under her head, and wiggled from his touch, "Don't touch me."

"Stop all that whining and get your ass over here," Jeff ordered, showing his annoyance.

Jeff urged her to settle down with a kiss on her cheek, "You're such a big girl, not wanting cuddles anymore."

"I do. But you never want to snuggle me right," Anna moved up and away from his mushroom head poking against her butt, "All you wanna do is nasty stuff."

"I don't want to do anything nasty with you, Woman. I'm bout to win two bets, money makes my cock hard these days not mean little brats."

Holding her hips, he forced her plump ass to rub against his bulge. His cock was hard as a brick, distracting her from a good night's sleep.

"I take that back," he pushed up on her ass, "I think my cock just got harder."

"Ugh. Don't try and stick that thing in me while I am asleep, either."

"I have some self-control," he assured

"No, you don't. You do whatever you want all the time, and you don't think about anybody but you. Every time I say no, you just take it."

"It belongs to me, what else am I supposed to do?"

"You're so selfish."

"How?"

"We never do anything Unless it's something you want to do," she meekly ran off her feelings and shifted to lay her head on his chest.

"Oh, now you want to cuddle?" Jeff laughed, "And that's bullshit."

"No," Anna popped her hand on his stomach, "It's the truth. You are a mean old man."

"And? You're a mean little girl."

"You're mean to me. You deserve it. You should be nicer to me."

"What do you want, then?"

"I NEED a new toy, and more clothes since you stretch them all."

"That's it?"

"Um," Instantly growing tired laying on him, Anna yawned and wrapped her arms around his stomach, "Um, notebooks and stickers. Oh, and pens. Lots of pens. I want to keep some here and some in my car. Just in case."

"Yeah, yeah, Alright. Pens. Now, go to sleep."

With a gentle touch, Jeff rubbed her hair, arousing his craving. Unphased by the boulder in his boxers, her tension slowly dwindled. He placed her hand on his cock and she moved it.

"No nasty stuff, just cuddles."

"Fucking tease," Jeff mumbled.

Grudgingly, he pulled her stuffed animal stuck between two pillows and handed it to her. She held it tight feeling an extra dose of affection.

"Thank you," Anna smiled at having her way.

"Alright, now go night night, little Brat," he said, running his fingers through her curls.

Halting her brattiness, Anna allowed the warmth from her favorite snuggle position to melt her down. Her mind raced and swerved until it finally came to a rolling stop to sleep.

This was her life as Jeffery Anderson's wife. It wasn't as brutal as Marla and Kate imagined, but unspeakable to anyone in her life. Anna couldn't tell her friends and family that she had married an older man and now had unexpectedly formed a craving for him. But they were starting to get suspicious.

"Go, GO, Go... Yes!" Jeff sat up, leaving her confused again in a sleepy slump, "Fuck yes!"

Jeff hurried out of bed and grabbed his phone. Standing at the edge, he called someone and another loud voice filled the room, both shouting their excitement over the game. He hung up and laid back down.

Anna lifted her head to whine, scooting to claim her warm spot. He hugged her, leading her back into his arms and shifted his touch to her soft ass when she draped her leg over his thigh.

"Sorry. I'm too excited. They are getting their ass beat."

Confused yet satisfied, she nodded and pressed her head against his chest. There was a sensual masculinity surrounding his whispered commentary. She was suddenly aroused, drifting into a space where she needed him.

"Daddy," she purred, rubbing her cheek in a circle against his hairy chest.

Jeff didn't hear it and kept his focus, his eyes scanning the screen. The ass rub, she knew, had to spark something. She could see the evidence in his boxers.

"Mm, I can't sleep," she whimpered, rubbing his hairy stomach.

Jeff heard her small whimper and pulled her on top of him. Smiling, he cupped the sides of her face. His breath was warm and boozy against her nose, arousing her to bite her bottom lip.

"Do you need some help falling asleep?"

Jeff blushed her cheeks with a kiss then moved her down to straddle him. When he lifted her up, she balanced her hands on his chest and purred as he moved her hips, gliding her pussy around his stiff cock. Her heart pounded from his sharp slap across her ass.

"Ride me to sleep," he commanded, adjusting his tip inside her.

"Ugh." she winced at the stretch, "Uh, no."

Jeff grabbed her face, and she gasped, her heart racing in surprise, "Bounce that fat ass for me."

Fighting to keep her pout, Anna started working her ass up and down the top half of his shaft.

"Ah-ha. Oh."

"Faster," he huskily muttered, "Be a good girl and take it all."

Anna hopped and looked to find his eyes glued to the TV. Feeling used, she stopped but was instantly blossomed by a sharp slap to her ass.

"That's all you got, little girl?" Jeff grunted, keeping still, "Work that fat little pussy on this cock."

His raunchy request, fueled a heat and she took off, groaning from the slight ache forming from his thickness.

'Uh, Ah."

"Good girl. Keep yourself up."

His praise sent her on a high like any other and she bounced faster, wiggling her B cups. She had his full attention now and he roughly dug into her shirt. Cupped her tit with one hand, and keeping a hand on her hip to lead, he bucked his hips.

"Fuck, that's it, baby girl."

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah. Hmm."

"Good girl, Ride me like a cowgirl."

"Ugh, uhh, ah," Her breathing hitched, and she gifted him with a fury of hops up and down, enticed by his softened demeanor "Uh, uh, uh."

Sitting up against the headboard, Jeff pulled her closer and lifted her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. Despite his earily insults, he loved her naked body, full and wide hips and pointed chocolate nipples. He paused her twirl with a tight grip on her waist and sucked at each hard nipple.

Gazing into her wide eyes, illuminated by the bright TV rays he asked, "Are you Daddy's good girl?"

Anna nodded so hard her head hurt and took a deep breath for air when his hand enclosed around her throat.

"That's why you couldn't sleep? You needed Daddy's cock?"

Anna hadn't thought of it that way before, but now that his cock was giving her life, she couldn't deny it. He relaxed his hold and she gasp for fresh air.

Tightening his grip around her neck once more, Jeff hurried his hips up, "Answer me. You needed my cock?"

"Uh, Yes," she opened her mouth to groan, accidently dropping a string of drool on his hand, "Ooh, Daddy."

Jeff brought her head by the neck and tossed her curls from his face to access her ear. There, he set a network of thoughts that hurried her climax.

"That's Daddy's baby girl," he mumbled between kisses while his cock maneuvered into total wetness. "Mm, Do you love riding My cock to sleep?"

Anna fell forward and purred against his neck overwhelmed with pleasure, "Hmm, Oh-mm. Yes...Oh, hmm, Ooh, yes," she whimpered, "I love it. Hmm, I love you. I love your cock, Daddy."

Jeff thought he heard it but couldn't be sure. Overwelmed with devotion, he slowed his hips to a tender knock and held her close by the neck, wanting to say it back.

"Ah, God, I wanna cum, Daddy." Anna blared in his ear, "Please can I cum?"

Jeff beamed with delight at her submission, "Tell Daddy when you cum, baby," he urged, deepening his strokes with a racing heart, "I want you to cum for me, baby girl. Show Daddy how sticky you can get."

Anna knew from the after-effects, she had already creamed on his shaft but felt another on its way. She whimpered against his ear and stiffened, allowing him to please her cunt.

"There it is, baby." he rushed his hips, enticing the distant orgasm, "Cum for me."

"I-it's so good, Daddy." Anna shivered, reaching to kiss him through it.

"Hmm, I love you baby girl," Jeff cooed against her wet lips, "Do you love me, too?"