Taming His Brat

by Piper Stone

“I. Want. You.” He dragged his tongue down her neck, moving up in a lazy fashion, sucking on her earlobe. He laid her down onto the bed, leaning over, his lips only centimeters from hers. With a single hand, he rubbed down the side of her face to her neck, caressing her shoulder and crawling down, cupping her breast.

  There was such a wild look in his eyes, as if he would devour every inch of her body. She yanked at his shirt until he pushed back her arms, shaking his head.

  “You aren’t going to move unless I tell you.” He placed his index finger across her lips, lifting a single eyebrow. “Be a good girl.”

  Quivering, she nodded and managed to grab the headboard as he straddled her waist, alternating between licking and caressing, his lips following his fingers.

  Rex kept his eyes on her as he traveled down, taking his time, exploring her body, his fingers dancing over her skin. He swirled the tip of his tongue around one nipple then the other.

  “Oh!” She arched her back involuntarily, but so wanting him to suck on her aching nipples.

  “Mmm...” Opening his mouth wider, he pulled more of her flesh into his mouth as he fingered the other hardened bud, flicking back and forth.

  The second he pinched, twisting and pulling on her nipple, she let out a ragged moan, panting and squirming, the pain driving her into a state of utter bliss.

  “Next time I’ll use nipple clamps,” he muttered before resuming his actions, growling savagely as he dragged his lips across to her other breast, sucking and biting down.

  The electric current was almost too much to bear, and she tossed her head from side to side, her pussy clenching, her entire body aching. “Rex!”

  He slid further down her legs, peppering kisses on her stomach, licking around her belly button in circle after circle. Changing his position, he cradled her legs, pushing them up and back against her chest, his fingers dancing across her skin.

  Every part of her was tingling as she stared at him, the gorgeous hunk of a man who was making her crazy with desire. She was wide open, splayed out for him, to take and taste however he demanded. Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip as he breathed across her cunt, able to gather the scent of her pussy, the extreme longing churning within her. “Mmm...”

  Another guttural sound roared up from his throat and he fingered her clit, moving in a full circle. He repeated the move, swirling and moving back and forth.

  She was so over-sensitized that her toes curled, her chest heaving. He was going to make her come without penetrating her. Sweet Jesus.

  Rex blew another breath before licking around her clit, ever so slowly, then flicking his tongue hard and fast across the swollen and very hard bud. He repeated the sequence once, twice until she cried out, jerking up from the bedding.

  “Rex! Oh!”

  He pressed both hands on her labia, opening her wide and dragging his tongue all the way and down, languishing in the action. “So sweet. So wet.”

  “Yes. Yes!” She was shaking all over, unable to control her body’s reactions. Perspiration dripped down from her forehead, sliding onto her cheeks, trickling down into her hair.

  His actions became more fervent, his tongue moving faster, a single finger dipping just inside. He moved his head back and forth, thrusting another finger then a third, pumping in and out.

  She was lost to the ecstasy, unable to focus as she blinked, her pulse skyrocketing to the point she had difficulty breathing. “I’m going to...”

  “Not yet. Hold it.” Easing his fingers from her wetness, he slapped them against her pussy lips then sucked on her clit. He repeated the move then blew across her cunt with his hot breath.

  “You only come when I allow you,” he commanded.

  “Fuck. I... I mean, yes, sir.” Another series of smacks against her pussy lips made her whimper.

  He resumed finger fucking her, flexing them open before driving deep inside. He slipped his thumb between her ass cheeks, wiggling then pushing until he was able to find her dark hole.

  Oh, God. Oh, God! Her grip on the wood tightened, her body stiffening as he drove his thumb all the way inside. She was on edge, overheated, wanting nothing more than to come.

  Wait. Wait. She willed her body to react as he licked and thrust, picking up the rhythm until she thought she’d go mad from pleasure.

  “Rex. Rex!” The scream was piercing, and she heard the word, the revered word she’d been begging to hear.

  “Come!”

  There was no holding back, no way she could stay the tide. She climaxed so violently that she screamed again, her body bucking. The single orgasm turned into a wave and she could only ride the moment, his mouth and tongue as well as his fingers owning her.

  Taking everything he wanted.

  Demanding even more.

  “Oh...”

  “That’s it, my brat,” he whispered, slowing his actions.

  Panting, she blinked several times, no longer able to feel her legs. She turned her head to the side, trying to recover, to be able to breathe normally.

  Rex lowered her legs and hovered over her, rubbing the tips of his cum-soaked fingers around her mouth. “You taste so sweet. Suck me. Clean my fingers.”

  Parting her lips, she languished in the throes of passion as he slipped his fingers inside and she sucked on them. She wanted his cock in her mouth, deep throating her, but she continued to obey his command, gripping the headboard with enough force her fingers were aching.

  Just like her quivering cunt.

  A chuckle pushed past his lips as he slowly stood, dragging his shirt up and over his shoulders, pitching the unwanted item. He craned his neck one way then the other as he removed his boots, his eyes never blinking. He was like a powerful god, taking absolute control over her.

  She was in a dreamlike state as she studied his physique, his long neck and rippled chest, the ink from several tattoos that covered a solid portion of his chest. His abs were stacked, almost perfect and his arms muscular from days of hard work, honing his craft. She was also able to see something else.

  Scars. Even in the dim lighting, she knew what she was seeing. His beautiful skin was mottled in several places, no doubt injuries suffered from the war. He didn’t seem to notice, and she shifted her gaze lower, wanting to comfort him, to share his experiences, but how could she help?

  He shoved his jeans down his hips, allowing his stiff cock to spring free.

  The serious moment broken, she issued a single moan, the sound making him smile. Licking her lips, she was able to tell how swollen his testicles were and could almost feel them in her mouth.

  When he was naked, he crawled back onto the bed, rubbing his hand down his chest, holding them, stroking the base of his shaft. “Do you see what you do to me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can you tell how much I want you, to shove my cock inside of you?”

  “Mmmm... Yes.”

  A smile crossed his face as he slid the tip of his cock back and forth across her belly, teasing. Taunting. “Have you been a good enough girl, my little brat?”

  “Very good, sir.” She purred, knowing how much he loved the sound from before.

  He remained over her, stroking his cock, his other hand squeezing his balls. “I ache for you and I have for years and I love you calling me sir.”

  “Yes, sir.” Lifting her legs, she cradled them around his thighs, willing him to shove every inch deep inside her cunt.

  Only after a few additional seconds did he finally lean down, kissing the tip of her nose, her lips and chin before thrusting the entire length of his cock inside.

  “God!” His girth was wide, filling her, jolts of heat and current spiking throughout her body. Unable to hold back, she pressed her hands against his chest, kneading, savoring the way he felt to her fingers.

  Tossing his head back, he roared, his body shaking, his hands planted on either side of her. He lowered his head, giving her a dominating look before pulling back his hips until only the tip of his cock was inside.


  She clung to him, rubbing her hands up and over his shoulders, pulling down. “Please. Fill me. Fuck me.”

  His smile remained mischievous as he slowly slid his shaft back inside, shuddering and inching his face closer to hers. “So hot.” He began pumping in and out, the move practiced, even. He kept his actions controlled even as beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.

  Shifting, she spread her legs wider, lifting them higher, clasping her feet together. The angle left her breathless, sucking in air. As he thrust deep inside, using the power of his upper arms to keep him aloft, she ached her back. “Yes. Yes...”

  “I could do this all night,” he muttered, his voice strained.

  “Yes...”

  He rocked her forward, thrusting harder and faster, his balls slapping against her skin.

  As she clenched her pussy, they both moaned, and Rex stopped moving, dropping his head and panting. “You are such a naughty vixen,” he managed before pulling all the way out.

  “No!”

  He crawled ever so slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, sliding along her hips to her chest, until his wet cock hung just above her mouth. “Suck me, my sexy brat.”

  “Why, yes, sir.” Mewing, she accepted, opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Licking around his cockhead, she kept her eyes on him, watching the way his face scrunched, his mouth going slack. She adored pleasing him, this amazing experience almost identical to the heated fantasies, but oh, so much better.

  “That’s it...”

  Dragging the tip of her tongue back and forth across his sensitive slit, she was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum. “Mmm...” The taste of him was like no other, sweet, tangy, and she wanted more. She opened her mouth into a small ‘o,’ sucking on just the tip, her tongue moving back and forth.

  He planted his hands on the headboard, leaning forward. “Hot little mouth. Damn, you make me crazy, woman.”

  She cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers, squeezing then releasing, squeezing again until he moaned. And she could tell he was in agony, his body bucking with every teasing action.

  “You’re earning another... spanking,” he struggled to whisper, dragging his tongue across his dry lips.

  Resisting a giggle, she pumped the base of his cock with her other hand, licking up and down his shaft, moving to the underside. Every action as slow as she could stand, she dragged her tongue up the length, licking around his bulbous head, then pulling back.

  “God damn, I am going to spank you every day.”

  Purring, she took him down an inch at a time, using her strong jaw muscles to clench, to hold. She swirled her tongue back and forth, relaxing her throat as she allowed his shaft to slide in further, deeper.

  He shuddered visibly, pumping into her mouth, every muscle flexed, tensing. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about fucking that pretty little mouth of yours.”

  Opening her mouth even wider, she resisted gagging as his cock filled her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat.

  Hissing in pleasure, Rex thrust in and out, every move careful, almost orchestrated, his hips gyrating.

  She accepted every inch, moaning past the intense invasion. Everything about this was perfect, amazing, and she never wanted him to stop. Just when she thought he would succumb, spewing cum down the back of her throat, he pulled out, giving her a heated look.

  “I have more in store for you, my sweet brat.” Rex grinned and pulled on her ankles, tugging her half off the bed. In one move, he turned her over and onto her knees, issuing several slaps against her backside.

  “Ouch!” She was on her elbows, darting her head over her shoulder, trying to figure out what he was doing. His lust-filled expression caused another round of quivers.

  “I adore having absolute control over you, teaching you to be obedient.” He smacked her several additional times before positioning his cock to her pussy, thrusting all the way inside. “Yes!” Gripping her hips, he held his position before moving up onto the balls of his feet, arching his back.

  The force tossed her against the comforter, but she pushed up, keeping her arms locked, trying desperately to watch him, to see his face. The feel of his pubic hair shifting back and forth across her reddened ass gave her the most delicious set of sensations and she whimpered with every hard plunge.

  “Every hole will belong to me.” Rex slipped two fingers beside his cock, filling her completely.

  “Oh, Jesus!” She wasn’t certain she could handle all of him, his thick shaft, his long fingers, but as he moved them in and out, one against the other, she lolled her head, her pussy squeezing involuntarily. She was aware he’d removed his fingers, running them up and down the crack of her ass.

  “I will fuck you here soon. Very soon.” He slid his fingers inside her asshole, wiggling them as he thrust in and out, every move gentle.

  “Oh, shit.” Pain tore through her, creating another series of ragged pants. Stars floated in front of her eyes as he continued pushing, driving in and out little by little until they were all the way inside.

  “Damn, you’re so tight. We’ll have to work on that.”

  The words were thrilling, yet she shuddered as he continued, pumping harder. Faster. She knew she was going to come again, incapable of stopping the oncoming climax. “Oh... I...”

  “Yes, my brat. I... I can’t hold back. Sweet. Jesus.”

  She heard ragged breathing and squeezed her pussy, clamping down as much as possible. Stars floated in front of her eyes as an orgasm threw her into a frenzied state. Unable to hold back, she released the intense wave.

  “Yes! So good. So amazing,” he whispered.

  As he lay down beside her, cradling her body against his chest, she smiled, sated and feeling so very alive.

  * * *

  Rex remained with his back against the headboard, his hand caressing her arm. He was still tingling, basking in the wonderful afterglow. Cooper lay nestled in his lap, sleeping, her soft murmurs reminding him of a kitten. The time spent had been amazing, an experience he’d longed for. Leaving her all those years ago had been difficult and they were just kids, uncertain of their futures.

  He was no longer a kid. His youth had been stripped away, turned into something ugly, but she’d revived so much longing.

  For a better life.

  For passion.

  And even for love.

  Yeah, what did he know about love? He hadn’t bothered to be with anyone since leaving town. He’d gone out on several first dates, but his heart hadn’t been in the moment. Why her? Why this beauty who riled every nerve, who pushed his every button? He smiled at the thought. You bet he wanted to tame her, yet never take away her feisty personality. She was far too special. Still, she was a wild bucking bronco and he sensed her actions were from her need to hide behind a mask.

  They were both lost souls.

  Gazing down, he realized he’d never been this close with anyone, even his buddies. Sighing, he continued stroking her arm, his heart aching even though the mere touch of her was wonderful. She was the perfect fit, her smile lighting up an entire room. He would give anything to bring her into his life, perhaps forever, but she would learn that he wasn’t whole and that he might never be again.

  He eased off the bed, grabbing the last of the wine they’d shared, careful not to wake her as he moved toward the door. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb her sleep or break the beautiful bubble surrounding them. That would come soon enough as reality set in.

  He partially closed the door and walked into the living room, moving to the couch. His emotions riding high, he shifted the glass from hand to hand then swallowed hard before rubbing two fingers across his scars. The bullet had pierced skin and muscle, going right through and the ammo used had shattered several bones, turning them into shards. The surgery had been difficult, leaving him in a sling for six weeks. He’d never have one hundred percent use of his arm. At least that’s what the doctors tried to tell him, derailing his mil
itary career.

  And here he was. Home. Discharged and carrying a Purple Heart.

  He took a sip of wine, remembering the other injuries, burns that mottled his skin, shrapnel embedded in his back, making his skin look like Swiss cheese. They were honorable injuries, taken to prevent his buddies from receiving the wrath of the enemy.

  Until the last time.

  He took a gulp of wine, holding the liquid in his mouth. His hand was shaking, more a product of his adrenaline than his memories, but he also knew he was far too damaged to be good for anyone. Leading her down a path wasn’t the best thing to do for either of them, but damn it, he adored the woman and everything about her.

  She was special. She was wholesome. She was the one.

  As tears began to slide from his eyes, trickling down his face, he fell into a bitter state of depression. Polishing off the wine, he held his breath as visions shifted into the forefront of his mind. He was shaking, squeezing on the glass, unable to stop the damning images, unable to pull back from the wretched memories.

  As he strained, every muscle tight as a drum, praying for the nightmare to end, he heard a sharp snap. Looking down at his hand, he saw blood.

  And he smiled.

  Chapter Four

  “I’m going to spank you long and hard, first with the brush, then my belt.” His rugged voice was commanding, giving an order that was not to be refuted.

  “Yes, sir.” Rolling over onto her stomach, she buried her face into the pillows, tears already forming in her eyes. She’d disappointed him.

  Crack!

  “Stay still and be a good girl or your punishment will be worse.”

  Jerking awake, Cooper gasped, biting back a cry as she rolled over, trying to figure out where she was. Visions remained, if only briefly, fleeting images of his face just seconds before he wielded the belt. The dream had been incredible, leaving her wet and hot, her body aching. Kicking out, she rolled again and this time, she knew the source of the pain.

  Her spanking. Not one, but two of them.

  While the vivid fantasy had been breathtaking, the real thing had been even more exasperating. She was riddled with shame, the intense desire for his firm hand shocking. “Mmm...” Stretching out her arm, she expected to brush her hand over his sleeping body. Rex. Her lover. Her disciplinarian. Instead, the cool sheets forced her to lift her head. The entire area was encompassed in darkness, the moon having shifted in another direction, but there was just enough light she could tell he wasn’t in the room.