Bribing His Brat (Pt 9 Brat Series)

Part 9 of The Brat Chronicles

Eve

My eyes fluttered open to the feeling of my cheeks being spread and lube being directly squirted onto my asshole. I squirmed but didn't stop Scott. I just wanted him to know I was awake.

"Good morning sweetheart," Scott cooed at me. His deep morning voice sent shivers down my spine. Even after all these years I found him so incredibly sexy.

"What're you doing?" I replied, but my voice came out all meek. I hated that now sometimes I was in submission even when I didn't really mean to be. He started massaging my asshole then and pushing his fingers into it two at a time. I cried out in pain as he hurt me, on purpose.

"I'm preparing your little hole for my use," he said.

"It's not fair, Scott," I hissed.

The use of his name instead of Sir in such a situation earned me a slap on the ass. I jolted as Scott continued to push his fingers deeper inside my tight hole. I tried my best not to clench around him because I knew that would make it so much worse.

"What's not fair, brat?" he questioned.

"Having my ass fucked feels like a punishment, yet, I did nothing wrong," I whined.

"I see," was all he said. He went back to fingering my little hole. He scissored his fingers at the entrance. I clutched the pillows in front of me and whimpered.

"What if you can have something in return?" Scott then offered. He had stopped fingering me then but I felt the base of one of those butt plugs pressed up against me. I held my breath as he pushed it in and I just knew it was the biggest one.

"Like a reward?" I asked.

"Yes. I want you to feel like our arrangement is fair. So I get something and you get something in return. Similarly, if you're bad, you're punished."

"Just this first time or will I get a reward every time you fuck my ass?"

"Slow your roll," Scott said with a chuckle. "We'll see how this goes then you can decide if you want to use your asshole as a bartering chip."

With the plug in my ass I sat up in bed and turned around to face Scott. He nodded at me as if to say, come on, what are your demands. I gave him an innocent smile.

"It has to be on a weekend so you can give me plenty of affection before and look after me when it's over," I started.

"Okay, done," Scott replied without hesitation.

"Slow your roll, I'm not done." I gave him a wide smile.

Scott raised a brow and gestured for me to continue.

"It can't be the same weekend you will keep me naked for... that's just another condition, not what I get," I then said.

"That's fine Evie, what do you get in return?" Scott crossed his arms over his bare chest. I almost got distracted as my eyes caught a glimpse of his muscles flexing beneath his skin.

"You clean the house for a week. I'll cook or whatever but no dishes, no laundry, no picking up after myself," I said.

"Is that it?" he chuckled.

"Yes, that's it. I actually like grocery shopping because it gets me out and spending. But, everything else is on you," I replied.

Scott nodded. "Fine, I agree to all your conditions."

I gave him another smile and closed the distance between us. I was on my knees and he was sitting. I wrapped my arms around his body and gave him a kiss which he returned with fervour. I moaned into his mouth. It was a shame he would have to go to work.

"When does my week of cleaning start?" Scott asked as we pulled back.

"How about today," I said. He nodded and slipped from my grasp.

"I have to go into the office today, unfortunately, but for the rest of the week I can probably stay home," he said.

"How long do you expect me to wear this thing for?" I asked as Scott started moving around the room, getting ready for his day.

"When I leave you can take it out," he told me.

"How long do you have until you have to leave?" I asked.

"An hour..." Scott said, turning to face me from the closet. "Why?" he questioned me.

"I just wanted to know if you have time for me to make you coffee," I replied, coy.

"I'll have twenty minutes to sit with you if I start getting ready now," he explained. I nodded and got up to go make us coffee and a quick breakfast.

When Scott was finished getting ready he came into the kitchen and I was standing there naked holding his mug of coffee.

"Where do you want to drink your coffee, Sir?"

I don't know what came over me, but getting my way when it came to Scott cleaning the house in exchange for anal had me feeling particularly submissive and sexual. Scott seemed to cue into what was happening within a few moments.

"Did you make me any breakfast, slut?"

"I made you eggs on toast, Sir."

"Then obviously we will eat in the dining room, has all the cock gone to your mind?" Scott said, but I knew he was just teasing me. His eyes glinted with so much amusement whenever we played like this.

"Please forgive your cock hungry whore," I said, a begging to my tone.

Scott motioned toward the dining room and then started walking there. He sat at the head of the table and I came in with his food and coffee.

Before he could say anything I dropped to my knees and crawled under the table.

"What're you doing?" Scott asked, shock lacing his voice.

"Sir, I would like to service you while before you go for the day," I begged.

"I will allow you to suck my cock but if you dirty my work pants at all I will call and say I will be an hour late just so I can sit here and beat you while you wash them by hand," he told me.

Fuck. The threat went straight to my pussy. I didn't even reply I just moaned as I began unbuttoning his pants.

"Thank you Sir," I cried as I took his already hard cock into my mouth. I loved pleasuring him. I bobbed my head at a medium pace taking him as deep as I could with each and every stroke. I clutched his thighs, squeezing them as I continued sucking. Scott twitched in my mouth.

What was so fun about this blow job was how he was eating his breakfast and drinking his coffee. It made me feel so used even though it was all my idea. My pussy dripped on the floor beneath me. As I continued sucking Scott's cock I was very careful to not dirty him in any way. I kept the movements not too fast and certainly not sloppy.

Sloppy blow jobs had their place but this was not it.

My asshole clenched around the butt plug. I moaned as the feeling zipped through me. It was so erotic. I would never admit it to Scott and risk losing my bargaining chip, but I was starting to enjoy it in a sort of sick way.

Scott pushed his hand under the table and into my hair, gagging me on his cock as thick ropes of cum exploded into my mouth. Cutlery hit porcelain above the table and a long animalistic sound escaped Scott. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I wiped it a little before pushing it back into his boxers. He buttoned his pants up as I crawled out from under the table.

He stood up and I did as well. We were flush against one another, his hand came around my waist as he pulled me in.

"Be a good girl today," he said in a deep tone.

"Yes Sir."

With a chaste kiss against my lips Scott left me to go to work.

***

Every day for the rest of the week Scott trained my asshole to take his cock. He made me wear the buttplug, sometimes he fucked me with the smaller plugs, and he fingered my asshole when we took showers together.

At the same time I was taking a break from cleaning up per our deal.

The week finished and the weekend rolled around. I thought it was going to be time for him to fuck my ass but a few life events popped up and we lost a weekend together.

Scott's cleaning time came to an end. I had so much free time on my hands I barely knew what to do with it.

My blog had been gaining some traction on certain articles. Well, traction for me was a few hundred viewers. That was more than exciting. I even received three comments amongst my many posts.

The next weekend came and Scott had still been training my ass every chance he had so I knew it was time. I wasn't going to alert him to that fact though. On the contrary I was pretending to sleep.

A kiss landed on my cheek and I kept my eyes closed.

"Love?" Scott said, trying to wake me.

"Mmhm," I groaned.

"It's 10 a. m," he chuckled. I never slept-in this late.

"Sleep..." I grumbled.

Scott laughed and rolled me onto my back. My eyes fluttered open in a dramatic display. He pulled the covers down a little as I had them clamped halfway up my face.

"What is this?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "I want to spend my morning with my wife."

My insides fluttered.

"I was sleeping but I'm up now."

Scott could tell I was lying but didn't say anything. He got off me and I got out of bed. I pulled on a robe over my naked body and we went out into the kitchen. I prepared some coffee, Scott had already had his, then we went ahead and had a very regular morning. I was a little on my toes until lunch rolled around.

I was sitting against the corner of the couch scrolling through my phone when Scott came into my line of sight.

"What's up?" I asked, peering up at him from my phone.

Scott sat next to me, his big masculine hand found my thigh that I had pulled up against my body. I couldn't help but melt against him.

"What's wrong baby?" he cooed. I looked at him, twisting my body so it was facing his.

"Nothing."

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. I couldn't help but pout. "You've been acting off all day."

"I am nervous about the impending..." I chewed on my lip as I stared at him. He motioned for me to finish my thought. "The impending cock up my ass."

Scott looked at me like he was holding in laughter. His eyes sparkled with amusement. He reached out and stroked my thigh until he finally did laugh, but just a little. I smacked his hand away making him laugh more.

"Okay maybe I was torturing you with the looming threat this week, just a little. But you've been so good," he teased.

"Fuck you, Scott."

I glared, which only made him laugh harder. He settled down then nodded, leaning in and kissing me. He cupped my face and pulled me in. My stiff legs loosened and fell away from my body and the next thing I knew his hands were on my hips and I was straddling him. He ran his fingers through my hair as we pulled away from each other. I felt my face hot under his gaze.

"I'm sorry baby," he said. His voice got me his eyes didn't help either. I forgave him in a second.

"So when, when is it happening?" I asked.

"How're you feeling now?" He snaked his hand around my body and pushed into my little hole through my panties. I was just in a big t-shirt and underwear. The pressure made me moan. The involuntary response had me reeling, I clamped my hands over my mouth as I laid my head into his shoulder. He pressed again and I pushed down into him, my clit rubbing against the material of his pants.

"I think you're ready for me, sweetheart," he said.

"Don't I need to get cleaned up or something?" Panic burst through me. I would be mortified.

"If you want. But, I can wear a condom if it makes you feel better."

"Okay," I replied, looking into his eyes. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."

Scott nodded and I peeled up off his lap.

***

I sat on the bed waiting for Scott. My mind was in a spin. I was wet with anticipation-- I'd never done anything like this before. I don't know why I was so psyched out about the whole thing, I'd taken the butt plug that was almost as big as Scott's cock more than a handful of times by this point. I could even admit that I somewhat enjoyed the sensation.

He came inside the room and shut the door behind him. We were home alone obviously but something about that made this feel final. He came to me and I reached for him. Scott's lips found mine, we kissed while sitting side by side. Scott pulled away from me, his fingers tangled in my hair.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?"

His hand came down between my legs as he spoke, he rubbed my clit in sensual circles. I nodded. I was ready.

"Alright baby," he said. Next thing I knew he was picking me up and laying me down flat in the middle of the bed. Scott looked down at me in such a way that I calmed completely. I knew that he wasn't going to hurt me and he didn't want to hurt me. Not in this way at least.

Scott ran his fingers through my hair then down my naked body. His touch left goosebumps in its wake.

"You're so beautiful, honey."

I felt my face grow so hot. "Thank you."

"Why don't you turn around for me?" he asked, gently.

I got on my hands and knees, before lowering myself down, arching my back. Scott placed his warm hand against the top of my hip before sliding his palm down over my curves along the length of my back, until he was gripping my hair. His body was now bent over mine, his breath tickled my ear.

"You're being such a good fucking girl for me," he growled. I felt my pussy start to throb. The beginnings of arousal were taking over my body.

"Yes Sir," I whimpered back. My voice cracked as arousal fluttered through my body.

His other hand came down underneath me, playing with my pussy until I was soaking wet. I was moaning, so ready for him, craving his cock inside my pussy. But, I knew it was going to go somewhere else.

Scott came off me then a second later and then the feeling of cold lube squirting against my asshole had a pang of terror going through me. I took a deep breath as Scott started using his fingers to play with me. He was being so good about warming me up. He pressed his fingers deep inside me, scissoring them. I moaned as the feeling of being stretched was overwhelming at times.

"I can feel you're ready for me. You were made to take my cock, sweetheart," he said to me. His words sunk deep into my gut. I felt so completely possessed and dominated by him. I couldn't even reply, all I could do was clutch the sheets in front of me.

"Tell me if you're ready to take me," he then demanded. His fingers were still working me, making me moan and squirm beneath him.

"Yes, you can take me."

"Any way I want?" he questioned. We both knew which way it would be but the double down and emphasis made a submissive pang shoot through me. I was giving him my most vulnerable hole. I was giving everything to him.

"In any way you want... slowly," I whimpered.

"Awe baby," Scott teased me as he pulled his fingers out of me. I then felt the tip of his cock pressing against my tight hole. I braced myself, trying to loosen all my muscles so he could ease himself into me. "Relax," he commanded, pressing his hand against my lower back.

I forced each and every muscle to let go of its tension. It was a hard feat but I managed it. Scott pushed his tip inside me and held himself there letting me get used to it. It didn't feel bad and I was used to the size from all the training my poor little hole had received over those past few weeks.

I clutched the sheets in front of me.

"Breathe," Scott commanded.

I sucked in a long dramatic breath that made my muscles relax, Scott pushed all the way inside me. I groaned as I stretched out around him completely. He rubbed soothing circles over my back as he held still inside me. I soon got used to the feeling of him.

"Are you ready for me to get going?" he asked.

"I think I am."

"We can stop at any time, sweetheart," Scott said, his voice softened me to my core.

"Okay," I breathed.

Scott pulled his cock out until only the tip was left inside me. He went so slow as to not startle me. I heard and then felt the squirt of some more lube before he pushed back inside me. Scott pushed into me again, and out. He never pulled his cock all the way out of me, leaving his tip firmly in my entryway.

As Scott continued to fuck my tight little hole, a strange pleasure started blooming inside me. I hadn't expected to feel this way. But it was happening. It wasn't the same as receiving pleasure from my pussy of course. It was far less intense. But it was a slow building sensation. I thought it would hurt a lot more than it did. The initial pain was mostly at the entrance but with Scott not removing himself from me completely it was helping the process along.

A small moan escaped to me. Scott reached down and kissed my back as he continued to fuck my ass. I shuddered with pleasure beneath him. He continued his steady rhythm. Eventually, he had to add more to the group as things started to dry up. I clutch the sheet as whispers of pain fluttered through me. As soon as I started to complain with inhuman noises, Scott fixed the problem.

"It's okay baby," he cooed.

I could tell by how strange his voice was that he was near his edge.

"Come for me," I cried out. I hadn't said anything like that to him in a long time, but it worked.

Scott let out a string of curses. He pushed deep inside me one last time.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good around my cock," he groaned. His deep voice sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Scott pulled his cock out of me and then collapsed on top of me. Moments later he rolled us over so we were side-by-side and he was holding my body to his. That was the most submissive thing I had ever done for him. It was a new experience that made me fall into deeper levels of submission. I could barely even think as I lay there holding Scott. He held me against his chest, raking his fingers through my hair. I was in heaven.

"I'm sleepy," I confessed after some time.

"Just sleep, I'll hold you," Scott replied. And he did.