Chapter Thea
THEA
He pushes open the dressing room door, then locks it behind him.
“You can’t try on underwear; you have to purchase them first,” I say.
“Not a problem, I’ll buy you them all.”
I chew on my lip. “What if they don’t fit?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Don’t care.” Then he drops down onto the sofa in the center of the room.
His broad body almost takes up all the space, and when he stretches his thick legs out, I squeeze my thighs together, remembering the way I clung to him as I took his cock in my mouth.
The mirrors surrounding us give a perfect view of one another.
“Crawl for me, Little Brat.” He points to the floor beside his boot. “Crawl to Daddy.” His command is full of desperation and promise.
My mouth goes dry, and I want to deliver on his words.
I lower myself to the floor, but he holds his hand up, stopping my movements. “Wait. Take your clothes off.” As I glance around the room, his eyes follow.
“The room is locked, Little Brat. There’re no cameras, trust me.”
I nod, then pull my dress over my head, kick off my boots, and drop my bra and shorts to the floor, leaving me naked and exposed.
He hisses, rubbing over the bulge beneath his jeans.
My confidence soars, and with his gaze trained on me, I lower to the floor once again.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and I delight in the effect I have on him. “Come.” He points down toward his boots again. “Crawl, Little Brat.”
I lick my lips, and his jaw falls open; a growl leaves him, giving me the push I need to crawl toward him.
Slowly, I move onto all fours, allowing him to enjoy the submissive show I know he desires. Then, with my ass high in the air, I crawl toward him.
“Fuck, you’ve no idea how hot you look.” He strokes over his jeans again as I edge closer to him.
“Daddy wants to fuck you so bad, Little Brat.”
My breath hitches, but I continue on, loving the way his nostrils flare as his scrutiny on me deepens. “I’m going to play with your little pussy,” he rasps while stroking himself.
“I’m still sore from you stretching me,” I whine.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll kiss it. Lick it better before I push inside you again.”
“Will you taste us again, Daddy?”
When I reach his boots, I look up at him from below my lashes, waiting for my next instruction.
“Does my little brat like tasting us?” Cocking an eyebrow, he plays with my hair, and I find myself delighting in his touch. “Hmm?” He toys with the choker around my neck.
“Y-Yes.”
“Good girl. Climb on my lap. Let me punish you.”
He helps me onto his lap, then positions me to lie over him, my stomach flat against his hard cock, and my head hanging over his thigh with my ass in the air.
“Part your ass cheeks for me.”
Oh god, did he seriously just tell me to do that?
A sharp slap against my ass cheek is followed by a sting. “Little Brat,” he sing-songs.
Slap.
“Part.”
Slap.
“Your.”
Slap.
“Ass.”
Slap.
“Cheeks.”
Each slap is delivered so quickly, I don’t think I’m meant to register his words; he’s barely given me a chance to comprehend them.
My ass burns, but I move my hands, parting my legs slightly to make the task easier. He pulls his legs wider, opening me up more, and I feel more exposed than ever.
There’s something intimate about showing your asshole to someone, and not something I’ve encountered before.
The intensity of his stare on me and the way his cock jumps in his jeans are a testament to how turned on he is.
“Please.” I’m unsure what I’m begging for.
“Do you want me to lick it?”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Do I?
Do I want him to lick me somewhere so intimately?
His thick fingers slide between my legs, and I welcome the intrusion. Then wetness is spread over my folds. “Your pussy is soaked, Little Brat. Can’t you control yourself?”
“N-No, Daddy.”
“No. My innocent little brat is a whore for my cock. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
He pumps two fingers inside me, and the stretch offers a bite of pain with the pleasure. “Only my cock.”
“Yes. Only yours, Daddy.”
“Tell me to play with your hole.”
I moan at his words.
“Tell me to lick your tiny asshole, Little Brat. Tell me you want Daddy’s big cock in there too.”
My eyes roll with the pleasure he provides.
“Please.”
He lowers his head, and his warm breath caresses my skin.
Then his tongue delves into the crack of my ass, and him spitting followed by his spittle sliding down my ass and between my thighs have my eyes rolling.
He works his fingers in and out of my pussy, pumping me faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god,” I moan, clinging to his legs to keep me stable.
He flattens his tongue, and the most amazing sensation spreads through me. A thousand stars collide as he sweeps his tongue over my forbidden hole, toying with it and pushing it inside me over and over.
“That’s it, Little Brat, come on Daddy’s tongue. Make a mess on Daddy’s jeans, Little Brat.”
Something inside me gives way, my body tenses, and the most violent pleasure crashes into me.
“Fuck, yes, squirt on me, my filthy little brat.”