Eli
“Is she handling it any better, Brat?” Roman’s arms wrapped around me and I couldn’t help leaning back into his embrace.
“No, this time she called explaining that it might be a psychological disorder because she didn’t give me enough attention as a child.” I sighed and just shook my head. It was too ridiculous to get upset over. “She didn’t understand why I laughed.”
Roman chuckled. “I shouldn’t think that’s funny, but it’s not as bad as the call last week. At least a hooker didn’t show up on the porch after this call.”
“God…she’s insane.” I just couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind most days. “Thankfully, the lady was polite, just confused.”
A still-snickering Roman started pulling me over to the couch. “Come here. It’s going to get through to her, eventually. She hasn’t stopped calling or bugging you to visit, so she’s not trying to cut you out of her life.”
“That sounds even worse when you say it like that, Roman.” Curling up on his lap as he sat down, I sighed. “Is it bad that part of me wishes she’d stop calling?”
“No, but I think you’re making progress. She called you Eli this morning, Brat. She’s driving you crazy, but it’s getting better.” Roman was right, but sometimes I just wanted to scream at her, and with Elijah laid to rest, it was harder than ever to hold back.
His hands started rubbing over me and I could feel my stress melting away. “She did call me Eli, but she was almost screaming at me to read the article, so I’m not sure it counts.”
“Oh, it counts; most people want to scream at you at least once in a while.” Roman laughed as I elbowed him.
“Not funny.”
“Very funny and very true. What about Lane and dragging him down to the coffee shop?”
“It’s not like I made him get a tattoo. It’s just coffee, and he needs a push or he’ll end up watching the guy forever. He needs to get to know the guy or just move on. I can’t handle this living in limbo shit. It’s too stressful.” Watching Lane drag it out and not push forward was making me crazy.
Roman laughed and shook his head. “You’re not trying to date the guy, Brat.”
“That’s not the point. If I was trying to date him, it wouldn’t have taken this long to get to the point.” I’d have just put myself in front of him and seen what would happen. Lane wasn’t even flirting with the guy. Even if the tattoo guy was gay, figuring it out would be almost impossible from just watching him. It wasn’t like every gay guy wore heels and rainbow T-shirts.
Not that those shouldn’t be closet staples for everyone.
He just might not have any fashion sense. As far as I could tell, he owned a handful of T-shirts and either one pair of jeans or several of the same kind that he just wore every day. I’d go crazy with that kind of wardrobe, but to each their own.
“You’d have flashed him that wicked smile and then said something naughty if he so much as blinked at you in a curious way.” Roman knew me too well, and luckily it didn’t bother him at all.
“Yes.” Turning on his lap, I straddled his legs and gave him that wicked smile he was teasing me about. Grinding my hips, I felt his body start to harden. “I’d have caught his eye and flirted a bit to see if he was curious. Then if he was interested, I’d have waited until the shop was packed and then as I brushed past him, I’d have let my ass rub against his cock.”
Roman’s smile turned sexy and heated, and he reached around me to palm my ass in his hands. Giving it a squeeze, he nodded. “He’d have been hard, because you’d be wearing those low-riding jeans that let your panties peek out the top. I bet he’s never seen a man as sexy as you.”
Leaning in, I gave him a smacky kiss to his lips and grinned. “Because I’m one of a kind.”
His fingers skimmed down my crack and over my hole. “You are definitely one of a kind, and I bet an artist like that would love to see my sexy brat in action.”
“But I’m your sexy brat.” Roman’s hands tightened, and I almost purred, it was so good. Gripping his legs tighter with my thighs, I tilted my hips so my cock was rubbing against his as I writhed on his lap. “Your sexy brat who’s been naughty.”
Roman’s voice was filled with desire as he nodded then spoke, clearly willing to punish his brat. “Talking about flirting with other men…very naughty, my brat. I bet you even thought about bending over so he could see those panties stretch over your ass. I think I need to remind you who you belong too, Brat.”
One hand came down and smacked my ass, sending fireworks through me. Moaning, because it was too good to hide, I arched back into his touch. “I thought about wicked things, Roman. Do you want to hear all the naughty fantasies that went through my head?”
I wasn’t sure if the smack meant yes or no, but it didn’t really matter because I was getting exactly what I’d wanted since first thing that morning. Between work and school and everything else, our day had been packed, and all I wanted was Roman’s undivided attention.
“Oh, you need to be thoroughly punished, Brat. I think you’re going to have to rework that photo shoot tomorrow. Between what I’m going to do to you tonight and the reminder I’ve got in mind for tomorrow, you won’t be able to hide behind something skimpy unless you want everyone to know you were a naughty slut who got punished.”
That sounded perfect.
I wanted out of my head and for everything to just fade away. If I could carry that feeling with me to work, it would be even better. “Does that mean you don’t want to know what I did to the UPS guy?”
That earned me another delicious smack that had my cock leaking precum into my panties. A low moan broke out and Roman squeezed down on the still-sensitive skin. I wanted to moan and beg for him to go faster, but that wasn’t the game. “He wandered in again looking around, so I had to give him a show.”
Roman gave a low growl and pulled me tight against him. Grinding his cock into mine sent shivers through me, but when he shoved my clothes down, baring my ass, I wanted to melt into him. “You’re going to give that poor guy a heart attack one day. Another reason you need to be punished, Brat.”
Punished.
Brat.
Such beautiful words.
Before I could even find the words to tease him with, Roman had me over his lap and spread out down the couch. Having just my ass on display for him while the rest of me was clothed made it even hotter. As Roman’s hand came down and started my spanking, I couldn’t hold the pleasure back. Gasps and moans poured out of me as my ass started to heat.
“You’re going to remember who you belong to, Brat.” I loved it when his possessive dominance came out. He loved to watch me tease and flirt, but his favorite part was when he got to remind me who I belonged to.
He was perfect.
I couldn’t decide what felt better, the flames that washed over me as the spanking started to build or the way my still-trapped dick rubbed against his lap. I alternated between arching up into his hand and then grinding my cock on him, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please, Roman. Please.” It wasn’t enough of a spanking, we both knew I wanted more, but the need to come was even stronger than my need to feel his hand on my ass.
“Oh, I don’t know, Brat. If I stop now, you’re just going to get another one in the morning. This isn’t enough to make sure you feel it tomorrow, and I’m going to send you off to work thinking about no one but me.” Excitement and desire pulsed through his voice. As turned on as he was, I’d have agreed to almost anything. “Do you understand, Brat?”
“Yes, just let me come…just fuck me now…please.” He would get creative tomorrow and I’d spend the entire day cursing him, but as long as I didn’t land in that damned cock cage again I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel his dick thrusting into me. I didn’t want to wait.
“Oh, my little slut, you’re going to regret it in the morning…but I’m going to love it.” The rough words had me shaking and nearly begging for more. Only the thought of what else begging might earn me kept the words from tumbling out. It might be even better, but it might get me locked away for days.
Okay, so both might be fabulous.
“Please…” One finger started circling my hole, and I arched up again, trying to get more. Roman just pulled his hand away and smacked my ass again. “I’m sorry…please…”
“Naughty slut.” The dirty words sent another shiver through me, and I fucked my cock against his leg, desperate for more. “Rutting and begging…I’m going to have to show you how to behave.”
Thank god.
His hand kneaded my ass, drawing moans and little noises from me. “Over the couch, Brat.”
Fantasies flashed through my head and the combination of pain, pleasure, and dirty images was enough to make my knees weak as I climbed off his lap. His lingering caresses and smacks didn’t help either.
By the time I was bent over the back of the couch, ass still hanging out since I was half-dressed, I was nearly panting with need. Roman pressed up against me, pushing me against the couch, and my hard cock dragged against the leather, making me gasp.
“You can’t come until I’m inside you, Brat. But even if you come, that’s not going to stop me. I’m going to fuck you long and hard and then fill you up. I think having my cum plugged deep inside you will help you remember that you need to behave.” Roman’s dirty words made me whine. I tried to push back against him, but I was trapped with just enough freedom to rut against the couch.
He just chuckled and rubbed his jean-covered cock against my ass. “Stay still, Brat, or you’re not going to get to come.”
The threat was hotter than it should’ve been, but I was at the point where anything he said would’ve turned me on even more, as long as he had that passion coming through his voice. “Please.”
My grip on the back of the couch tightened as he pulled away, but I fought to stay still. As much fun as punishments could be, I wanted to orgasm more than anything else. Hearing his clothes start to fall to the floor had me closing my eyes and mentally picturing how he would look, but I didn’t turn around. I wanted nothing to stop the perfection that was coming.
Time seemed to drag by as I heard him move around the room, but it was probably only seconds until I felt him back behind me. I expected to feel him press against me, but only one finger dragged down my shirt as he spoke. “Arch back, Brat. I want to see that ass on display for me.”
There was just enough objectification in his voice to make my cock start dripping precum down the leather. It was so hot I almost came right then. As I stuck my ass out, I heard him hum with pleasure and then a finger started flicking over my hole, making it even more erotic.
“I’m going to have to get some pictures of you like this, just your ass sticking out and your body vibrating with need. They’d be incredible.” He eased into me just enough to make me whimper as he chuckled. “With your plug in, Brat, yes, they’d be perfect…spent…exhausted…but plugged and ready to be used again.”
Fuck. He said the craziest, most perfect things just to make me insane.
“P—” Before the needy word could escape, he’d thrust the slick finger as deep as it would go, caressing over my prostate and making my breath catch in my throat.
Roman just made a low pleased sound and started stretching me. When I had a white-knuckled grip on the couch and it was all I could do to keep from begging, he added a second finger. That pushed back some of the need but not nearly enough. Soon, I was whining and clenching down, trying to silently beg him for more.
When he’d added the third finger and was just dragging things out to torture me, I broke. “Please…you have to…please…”
“Naughty slut, I don’t have to do anything. Yes, I’m going to have to make sure you remember who’s in charge tomorrow. It’s going to be a very long day for you.”
I couldn’t feel regret. Even though he was going to make me insane, I knew it was going to be incredible.
As he finally withdrew all three fingers, I knew what was going to happen, and all I could do was shake. If this was his idea of fast and giving me what I wanted, then I couldn't imagine what he was going to do to me later.
When I felt the tip of his cock press against my opening, I nearly cried out, but the rush as he fucked deep inside me in one quick thrust made it impossible. I just held on to the couch and moaned as he pushed me higher and higher.
Force of will alone kept me from coming at that first thrust, but when he started to rub against my prostate over and over I couldn’t hold back. My orgasm shot through me and cum exploded without him even touching my cock at all. Grinding my cock on the leather was all it had taken.
He kept up the crazy pace as I orgasmed around him, and I knew he’d keep going just to make me remember that I was his. Even though we’d only been together a few months, I knew the caveman routine would continue until I was marked as his in another way…a more permanent way. I wasn’t sure if it would be a collar or a ring, but I’d known that the countdown was on as soon as I’d come out to my family.
Clenching down on his cock as the pleasure started to fade, I cried out. “Fill me up, please. I want to feel you inside me.”
Roman’s thrusts faltered, and his grip on my hips tightened as he finally came. As he fucked me harder, and I felt his cum shoot deep inside me, a hand came down on my ass. “That’s cheating, Brat.”
As he draped himself over me, still fucking me slowly just to feel his cum inside of me, I looked back at him and smirked. “I guess you’ll just have to punish me.”
Roman pressed a kiss against my neck and chuckled. “I think I’m going to have to, Brat. I can’t let you get away with something like that. It might be time to get out the restraint again. Plugged and caged, I like that idea.”
Shit.
I whined as he slowly started easing his cock out of me. “Don’t lose a drop, slut. I’m going to keep you nice and full. I might even make love to you slowly later just to fill you up some more. If you’re very good, you might even get to come.”
His hand stroked my ass as he pulled away and I clenched down to keep his cum inside of me. It was Roman’s favorite thing. After we’d talked and had been honest about everything, we’d gotten tested fairly quickly. We’d both wanted the intimacy that came with not having to use condoms. It’d been one of the little things that made it clear I was more invested in the relationship than I’d originally been willing to admit.
It wasn’t long after the first time he’d filled me up and plugged me that I’d started to plan how I would come out to my family. If having him inside of me felt that right and that perfect, I wasn’t going to be able to pretend anymore.
As the plug slid inside me, a shiver ran through me. Knowing he was safely inside of me let me finally relax my grip on the couch. Sagging into his embrace, we curled up on the couch again. Roman laughed as I started struggling with my clothes, but soon I was naked and pressed against him. Sighing, I closed my eyes and just let everything else drift away.
If anyone had asked me last year what my life would look like now, I wouldn’t have ever imagined how perfect it would’ve turned out to be. I had wonderful friends, a great job, and an incredible lover who wasn’t as good at hiding things as he’d thought.
Someday soon I would find out what was in the little box in the back of his sock drawer, but until he was ready, I was just going to soak up his love and plot the best way to get time alone in his apartment.
Roman’s arms tightened around me, almost as if he could hear the thoughts running through my head. “I love you, Brat.”
“I love you too.” Sitting up enough to look into his face, I smiled and kissed him tenderly.
We’d never be the sweet, calm couple that everyone thought was perfect, but behind the teasing and flirting and passion was something even better. I’d found my sexy soul mate, and I wasn’t going to let anything tear us apart…no matter if it was family or my own occasional insanity.
Even I knew how to recognize Mr. Right, especially when he didn’t lose it when a hooker showed up at the door asking for his lover. Yep, he might drive me insane, but even after everything, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
In front of his camera or draped over his lap, there was no one else I wanted by my side.
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