The Bully And The Brat Rave

Anna sat up straight when Jeff walked into his house with a mean expression. His attitude motivated her to stand from her seated pose. Walking to his bar, she watched him pour a drink without acknowledging her. She had been just as petty today. Usually, she would wash his dishes when she returned home, but she was upset and refused to cater to him. Yesterday's glass sat behind his yeti cup, unwashed by his stack of clean glasses.

Jeff took his drink and headed toward his bedroom without looking up. Anna couldn't be more pleased he was irritated and decided to taunt him on his way down the hall.

"Are you going to apologize to me?"

Jeff turned with a sneer, "For what?"

"This morning? All that unnecessary yelling, kicking my tire. Having a freaking tantrum for no reason."

Jeff leaned against the wall and took a sip, "You need to apologize to me for fucking with my feelings and leading me on."

"I didn't lead you on?" Anna frowned, "You woke me up this morning doing nasty stuff."

Jeff chuckled bitterly, "I'm not apologizing to you for making you cum on my cock, Anna."

"I am not apologizing for taking things slow."

"I've seen every inch of your body, Anna."

"Not by my choice."

"I never hear you complaining when I am-"

"Fuck you!"

"You did, and we both loved every minute of it."

Seeing this conversation was getting nowhere, Anna stormed to her room, slamming the door behind her. She expected him to follow behind, but he didn't. She heard his door slam shut. Alone, her eyes watered.

The following day was just as bitter. His cold persona sent tension across her narrow shoulders as she prepared her lunch. Maybe she was wrong, keeping her feelings a secret. She wanted him to kiss or pet her head like he had done days before.

"Do you want me to make your lunch?" Anna asked and got no reply as he hurried out of the house.

Her heart hurt from his dismissal, and she grudgingly grabbed her bag and tossed it over her shoulder. She walked out and found him inside his car with his head down, eyes glued to his phone. Knocking on his window, she prepared herself for his wrath.

Without looking up, Jeff rolled down the window, "What?"

"Why are you mad at me? I didn't do anything."

"You never do," Jeff yanked his car to reverse and backed onto the street.

Anna stood dumbfounded on the paved driveway, her heart itching for an interaction. He had never acted this way, especially from something so minor. Her feelings were hers to express when the time was right, but his manner only urged her to keep them down.

-

Anna came home Wednesday night and prepped a feast for the Holiday. She was celebrating the first time absolutely alone. Although Cindy begged her to come over, she wasn't attending her aunt's house this year. Their taboo affairs had made the awkward switch, but she would celebrate regardless.

Jeff walked in and paused at the bar upon seeing the crimson coat on her eyes. Walking around to the stove, he pressed her with a head rub. Perhaps she was coming around and understanding that she was in love with him. He kissed her cheek, taking her to an awkward place. It had been days since he showed her affection.

"What's wrong?"

Anna had chopped onions and peppers until her eyes burned, "Onions make me cry," she said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Oh," Jeff stepped back, leaned against the counter, and waved between them, "I thought maybe you were tired of this."

"Of what?" Anna giggled, "You being an asshole?"

Jeff shook his head, "You will never learn."

"Learn what?" Anna dropped the knife and picked it back up, "You know what? You're right. I am a dumb woman, so I'll never learn your Alpha ideologies."

"I am not dealing with your smart-ass mouth all weekend."

"Go somewhere else then," Anna sneered, "Go hang out with your other wives and girlfriends."

Jeff bowed his head, "Unfortunately, I don't have anybody who loves me."

Anna glanced back at his puppy dog eyes and rolled hers back to the stovetop, "Just go to your brother's house or something."

"If I leave, I will take my dog with me. We always spend Thanksgiving together as a family."

Anna paused, cutting the large stalk of celery. Her heart broke imagining a day, let alone three, without Butler, "He can stay with me."

"Hell no, I know you, you'll feed him the whole damn turkey."

"Whatever. He's not going anywhere, and neither are you."

"Don't tempt me."

Anna turned to face him, "Come on," she frowned, "I've had lonely holidays before, and I don't want this one to be lonely."

Keeping his eyes on her sorrowful face, Jeff walked back to his bar and swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to pick her up at that moment and hug her tight, but he had too many bitter feelings to do so, and his fingers itched for a line of cocaine. He settled on a drink and walked back to the kitchen, eyeing her preparations as he poured.

"What are you cooking?"

"It's sort of Traditional but no Turkey because-"

"I don't like Turkey, either," Jeff laughed, causing her to smile.

"It's weird tasting."

"Dry as hell." He smiled, "What about sweet potato pie? Are you making that?"

"I don't know how."

Jeff shook his head, "I should have never married you," he teased, "I think I can figure that one out. I'll run to the store now and see what I can get."

"All I know is it's got sweet potatoes in there," Anna giggled, "Can I come with you?"

Jeff paused for a moment, having planned to meet Larry. Her brown eyes were enough to shake off his need for coke. "Yeah, but I'm driving my car, though."

"The grocery store is right up the street, so I can survive that far."

Anna wanted to go with him, and that was enough to put a sparkle in his eye, "I am not a bad driver," he slipped his arm around her shoulder, but she twisted away to grab her coat.

-

At midnight, Anna sat on a stool with a smirk as Jeff walked from the stove to the fridge and then back. He stirred the pot a little, then leaned into his phone for directions.

"Do you need some help?" Anna asked, above the rock music playing through the speakers.

It was a metal band playing that matched the madness he had created on the kitchen counters. He walked in a circle around the kitchen island and roughly grabbed the sugar almost riping the bag.

"Do you want me to do something?"

"No." Jeff answered without looking up from his phone.

"Are you sure? You look like you're struggling over there."

"No, I don't need your fucking help," he snapped, using his clean hand to hold the phone closer.

Anna held her giggle, knowing he was irritated by her laughing at him all evening. He was sexy as hell, trying his best to recreate the online Southern recipe.

"Where did you put the..." Jeff rattled the door, "What happened to the eggs?"

"Under."

He searched the fridge, and she leaned over to check the pot.

"You should keep stirring, Jeff, or it will burn. You've got to do one thing at-"

"Shut up, I got this."

Anna rolled her eyes and plugged her left ear with music, adding additional humor to his failed cooking experiment. She giggled when he came back to the stove. Cursing, he carefully walked the burnt butter to the sink.

"I told you to keep stirring.."

"And I told you to keep your mouth shut. You keep talking, and I am going to stick my cock in your mouth."

"Disgusting," she murmured.

"What was that?" Jeff asked.

Anna placed the other earbud in as he continued threats that warmed her to wiggle on the stool. She looked at his stern expression and laughed as he continued to talk. Walking over, he snapped his fingers in front of her face, and she removed her earbud.

"Listen to me when I am talking to you."

"Why? You don't listen to Nothing I have to say?"

Jeff grabbed his bottle of whiskey, "You always have something smart to say."

"You need to be stirring, not drinking."

"I haven't put the butter in yet. I'm letting the pan heat up." Jeff poured a drink to ease his stress, "I know what I am doing, little girl."

"The stove is already hot, Jeff."

"I know that, Anna," Jeff took a shot of liquor and made a sour face before his statement, "You need to calm the fuck down. I am the best Cook in this house."

Anna dropped her jaw at his audacity and folded her arms across her chest, "Fine. You cook the rest too then and burn the house down."

"I will. And it will be a hell of a lot better than the shit you've been cooking lately, Chicken Breast and Brussels sprouts," he shook his head in disgust, "What are you 80 years old?"

"I cook that way because I am on a diet, stupid," Anna pouted, sulking against the bar, "I cook way better than you. And if Butler had thumbs, he'd be better than you, too.."

Jeff walked over and dropped a piece of butter into the clean pan, "You talk a lot of shit for someone who didn't even buy this food."

"I did, too, buy it. I went to the store with you. And I always go to the store every week and get stuff. If not, you would be eating nothing because you never eat."

"Why are you so adamant that I eat three meals a day?" Jeff countered with a smirk, "Sounds to me like you care about me. "

"I never said I didn't care about you."

"You just don't love me, that's it, right?" Jeff raised his brow, "Care with no love."

"You are such a child sometimes. I love you, happy? I love you so so much. Oh, I can't live without my fake husband Jeff," Anna held her hand to her heart, "Oh, my heart can't take all the love it has for you. So so much love..." she giggled out, enjoying the wrinkles that donned his brows.

"You are an idiot, Anna," Jeff rubbed his nose, "Come over here and stir this pot while I piss."

Anna hopped from the stand and grabbed his hand, twirling around his body, "Don't be gone too long. My heart might break into a million pieces 'cause I am just so in love with you," she giggled, "Oh, I just love my Big strong, little boy."

Jeff released his hold, "Shut the fuck up and go stir."

-

Later that night, the urge hit, and Jeff reached for his cock. Pushing down his boxers, he stroked and then jumped out of bed on his way down the hall. He knocked once and was surprised when she opened the door.

"EW!" Anna squealed at his hairy, naked body and tried to close the door.

Jeff pushed at the knob entering her room in the nude, "I will be damned if I am jacking off with you in here playing with yourself."

"I wasn't playing with myself," Anna pushed opposite him, and he won by a long pull. "No. Go away." She backed up to the edge of her bed and fell back, looking at his large frame.

"I'm not even going to take it," he slurred, slightly unbalanced.

"You're drunk. You need to go to your room and sleep it off."

Jeff grinned, "I like when you boss me around."

"Good. So go to sleep."

Anna huffed as he fell upon her, and she squirmed out of his grasp, "Jeff, go-"

His palm fastened against her lips, and she instantly spread her legs. The heat rose with each tug on her shirt. He released his hold, and she breathed a ragged breath as he lifted her and slid her top over her head. His hairy lips fastened to her nipples, causing her head to spin. She needed to say something, anything, to fight the tingles below. Instead, she took his rough touches, and by the time he reached her warm pot, she was dripping honey against her pantie seam.

Jeff was partly clouded by booze but knew enough to feed into her kink, "I know You want Daddy's tongue," he kissed his way down her torso.

Anna rolled each leg up and held them up for easy access to her pot, "Take my panties off first."

Jeff hooked both sides and paused when she gave another order.

"Go slow. Not fast."

He chuckled deeply and hurried her out of her underwear, causing an ache on her thighs.

"Ass hole." She kicked.

Jeff caught her leg and nibbled at her calf. The tickle sent her pushing against his hold, but not before moaning loudly.

"Uh, Stop." His kisses fueled the electric current lighting her desires. Anna hated how he could easily knock her off her rocker and tried to fight. He only grew rougher from her battle, searing slaps against her thighs.

"Ow." Anna breathed, dizzy from his takeover, "Ah, It hurts."

"You don't love me. I can treat you like a whore," Jeff reached, shoving her panties into her mouth.

"Mmnnnn," Anna grabbed the fabric in her mouth, "No!"

Jeff pushed her back into the sheets and dived head first into her valley. Softly, he blew against her pussy lips, quieting her down for a moment. He brought both her legs up and breathed in his obsession, adding ultra waves to his racing heart. He couldn't be mad with a juicy pussy in his face. Its owner, on the other hand, was a different story.

"Did I tell you to take those panties out of your mouth, little cunt?"

"Don't call me names."

Jeff growled her name, "Is that better? Anna? You like that mean bitch?"

"Let me go," Anna barked, unable to move from his stronghold.

He slurped her up with one lick, and she gasped in pure bliss. She lifted to watch his tongue dance across her button. Her moans sounded in whimpers that increased to groans as he coaxed her cream to drip.

"Ah, Gosh. Oh... hmm." Anna shivered against her pillows, grabbing one of her stuffed animals, "Oh, my gosh, right there."

Jeff lifted and eyed her now compliant expression, "This cunt belongs to me, say it."

"This cunt belongs to me," Anna rubbed her damp folds, "But You love it, don't you?"

Jeff flew back to claim her pink clit. The darkness in his eyes increased with his laps and Anna grabbed his head..

"Go slow, Daddy," she rocked her hips around, "If you get too full, you won't have room for the pie you burnt."

His eyes narrowed at her insult. Jeff came up, his mouth was wet with her essence. He stood like a mountain above her, enticing all the proudness in her mind.

"Turn around!" He growled, holding his cock like a weapon in front of her face, "Turn your smart ass around."

"No?" Anna whispered, gripping the sheets on the edge of her bed.

Twisting her on all fours, Jeff seared his palm across her juicy ass, causing her to instantly arch before him. He grabbed her hips, rushing her to the edge of the bed. Her short legs curled from his manipulation and he struck her with his cock, hitting her g spot in one deep stroke.

"Ah, God!" Anna whined unabashedly thanking him for the pleasure.

"Stop slouching," he breathed, pumping his hips.

Anna rolled her face against the pillow, overwhelmed with the need to pour. Her orgasm hit and she sprayed a clear coat across her clean sheets. Jeff pulled out, spreading her cheeks apart to look at the sore opening. Knowing she was sensitive, he eased back with slow strokes as she gritted her teeth and grunted her dislike of being overpowered and proven wrong. He didn't say it but he knew she loved it.

Anna raised her head to moan as another wave crashed. Her senses heightened enough to push back on his cock.

Jeff stopped moving and allowed her subtle rock to bring him pleasure. He waved her flesh between his palm and urged her to throw herself back.

"Just like that baby girl, fuck me." Jeff leaned over to knead her tense shoulders, "You needed Daddy just as much as I needed you."

Embarrassed by the truth, Anna cringed and rolled onto her back, "I didn't-"

"Shut up. Get you're ass over here. I'm not done with you yet, Brat."

"Ow!"

Jeff grabbed both her legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Using his cock, he rubbed against her arousal. She pretended it wasn't the best feeling in the world and pouted, despite her heavy breaths.

"Tell Daddy you need it." Jeff spoke, his eyes centered on her blushing cheeks, "Say it, little one. Tell me how much you love this cock."

Anna pulled up her middle finger and twitched when his cock head merged inside her warmth. Dismissing his irritation, He kept it slow and delivered a series of pushes that reared her head back in ecstasy.

"uhh, uhh.."

"That's it, tell me how good it feels."

Anna shook her head and sat up. He pushed her back and fell against her, pushing deeper. Her whimpers pulled at his loins. He grabbed her nape, bringing her closer to his face.

"You're not as hard to tame as you think you are."

"ugh, uh!" Anna clawed at his chest.

"Go ahead and hurt me little girl, that's what you want isn't it?"

"uhh, God. Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Uh, Oh, ooh, I fucking hate you," she panted, holding his arms to combat the raw pleasure, "Ooh, Gosh, bOh stop."

Jeff merged to kiss her neck, "You want me to stop?" he asked with a long shot and smiled as she moaned out against his ear, "Daddy can feel how much you want it."

Jeff shifted his mouth over and delighted as she joined his kiss. She panted between throws of her tongue, torn between her consent and his uncanny charm.

"You're Daddy's favorite little toy," he whipped his hips harder against her sex, pulling at her need to squirt.

"Uh, uh, Daddy!" Anna squealed his title, pulling back to spray her essence against his lap.

Jeff bent down. His lips locked on her protruding clit, sending her back into submission. He couldn't stop reminding her what she wanted.

"You want to be my whore," Jeff asked before searing her clit with fast flicks.

"AH! Yes yes yes yes, Oh my God, Dadddddeee!" She whined, switching her hips up and back against his beard.

Feeling out of character, Jeff hauled in to please. He wrapped her thighs up in his arms and got easy access to her sweet pot. He licked and floored her need to fight. His heart soared from her loud pledges. She was his now. When he felt her thighs pulling taut, he unleashed his hold, bending to kiss her dripping folds.

Jeff hadn't cum. He didn't need it. He had proven himself correct. With a satisfied smile, he lifted and wiped his mouth.

"Sorry about that. I got a little carried away," he stepped back, admiring her petite body sprawled in bliss, "Hopefully we are still friends. I'll see you in the morning."

"W-what?" Anna lifted to lean on her side as he walked out of her room. Her heart pounded for another round. She eased from her bed to gather her crooked thoughts. She went to the bathroom and walked naked out into the kitchen for a bottle of water.

Jeff sat on a stool, satisfied with himself, "you Might need to drink two as much as you squirted."

Anna frowned at his smug expression. A part of her wanted to know why he had stopped but she ignored his taunts and walked shamelessly back into her room. She would sleep like a baby tonight truly satisfied by her ravishment.

"Did you want to sleep with me, tonight?" Jeff called out.

"No!" Anna yelled from down the hall.

Jeff pushed his thumb across the phone screen and saw the messages from his drug dealer. Ignoring them, he grabbed a bottle of water and went into his bedroom to jack off. He was tired of her games. The conquest was fun, yes but he wanted her to want him as much as he needed her. After a quick bust, tasting her sweet cum on this lips, he vowed to play with her emotions. Anna wouldn't get his cum again until she begged for it.

-

Five days later

-

Anna twirled to the sultry mix coming from the Bluetooth speaker. She danced in a pair of the tightest shorts she owned, sliding her socks across the glossy floor in the kitchen. Since their awkward Thanksgiving, Jeff had been distant. He no longer grabbed at her clothes or picked on one of her insecurities. He hadn't grabbed her ass or pressed her onto the cabinet for a hot fuck. He spoke, but it wasn't the same sensual tease as before. He was different.

Anna needed Jeff to notice her and the fact he didn't sent her into a frenzy the past few days. She had started wearing revealing outfits that she hoped sparked his interest. She began styling her hair more and wearing a lot of makeup that highlighted her baby doll face. At work, she flirted with customers, hoping to receive a hint of jealousy from her husband. Nothing was working, and he was staying out late and leaving early to avoid her.