Bratty Dessert

"BRAT!" I observed with a fast-growing smirk. "Since when does my good boy believe he can call me princess? Do I need to remind you who I am?" I slowly rise from our leather couch to grab a pair of handcuffs. I open a cuff to attach it to the back of my jean short belt loops. The ripped strings upon the shorts match my grey low-cut crop-top jacket. My white sports bra is visible. My usually good boy can't help but stare from time to time.

He stares at my hands while his package shifts slightly within his ghostface shorts and sleeveless grey tank top, "What do you mean... I am a good boy" he stammers. I continue to saunter within the apartment towards the kitchen. While I grab a small glass and fill it with ice I smile. He looks at me quizzically since I don't pour coffee or any diet soda into it. I grin and state, "You will be, come on I'm going to show you why you behave."

"What do you mean?"

"You smell delicious and I want a quick snack with my drink"

"I think your drink is still frozen"

"You are going to warm it up for me, my sweet".

He stares at me uneasily, wide-eyed, too nervous to ask what I mean, while pondering how I would avoid his questions. My empty, chilled right hand wraps around his waist as I whisper into his left ear. "I want to snack and watch my favorite show in bed". His slight unsuccessful pull-away from me reveals his excitement yet terror at my prompt. He tries to quicken our short walk towards the bed, but my unwavering hand does not allow for it. I kiss his shoulder, while he shudders. He starts to get antsy, slightly bouncing up and down with every step. In a breathy moan, I ask, "What do you say?" He whimpers softly, "Yes please". I let go and watched him briskly usher himself into the bedroom. I chuckle to myself watching my compliant playmate eagerly await his future.

Once I enter the room, I note how he is practically vibrating with energy, yet I continue at the same pace. I place the glass upon the red coaster on the wooden nightstand. Pressing the quick-release button enclosed in the handcuffs, I put them next to the cup. From the corner of my eye, I see he is shifting his kicking legs on the side of the bed forcing his packer to move side-to-side. I can tell it is taking every fiber in his being not to distract me with lavish kisses or wondrous hands.

To reward his efforts I guide his hands to the hem of my jacket, then softly grab his chin. "Help me take off my jacket, just my jacket," I direct. He takes hold of the clothes and lifts them, putting pressure on my stomach with his nails. His gentle scratch sends me waves of delight on my flesh. I close my eyes to savor his peaceful demeanor before the desperation I have planned for him. He pauses at my breast. I think he is going to say something, yet he releases my jacket with one hand and fondles my boobs instead. I breathe in loudly. Contained in a soft moan, I remind him, "I said to take my jacket off not play with me."

He growls back "But I want..."

"You want your share before it's ready"

I can feel his eyes digging into me as he quickly pinches my nipples then releases my breast. Gathering the grey material into his hands again he lifts the jacket over my head and softly rubs my arms through the material. He bunches my jacket into one hand and uses the other to rub my bare arms sending sensational prickles through my veins. He then escorts my hands from the sleeves. Propelling the thin jacket onto the floor he bends my mouth with a kiss.

Utilizing the opportunity I grab his wrists and guide him onto the bed; "Lie down cupcake." Quickly I grab the handcuffs and crawl over him. Straddling his pelvis, I lean forward biting his shirt. "You're going to rip my shirt" he falters, softly pushing my head away. I released his shirt. Noisily inhaling his lemon and cedar I grab his arms. Without a word, I sit up his body until I can comfortably reach the metal bars of the headboard bedspread. I encircle the chain around the bars, entrapping one wrist into the handcuffs, and then enclose the other wrist into the handcuffs.

Satisfied with the work, I lower myself until I make eye contact. I lick the outermost part of his ear. "Now for the garnish" I purr. "Are the handcuffs necessary? I want to play too" he whines. "For me to enjoy my feast, at my own pace, I fear they are. I don't want my treat to rush me and ruin my appetite." Grazing his sides with the tips of my fingers, I slowly draw back onto my heels.

"Are we ready?" I muse. His annoyed face tells me all I need to know while I balance myself onto my left leg and arm to get on his side. "Don't leave me" he pleads. With a soothing lazy rub with my right hand across his stomach; I breathily chuckle. Grabbing a small round piece of ice, I let it melt in my hand. Once I notice small droplets forming, I hold my hand out over his stomach. As the first couple of droplets fall onto his stomach, I watch as his muscles tighten. "Relax" I cue, "there's still more to come." He groans at the stimulation, "Does that mean I can cum Mistress?" As the last of the ice ball melts away I place my damp, cold hand, on his pelvis. Slowly rubbing the outside of his shorts and digging under the waistband. "What do you think?" I impose. "PLEASE" he begs.

Gliding away from the waistline, I climb off the bed. My left hand spreads the puddle left from the ice. From the base of the bed, I gaze upon my partner. I contemplate diverting from my plan and giving in to our mutual desires, but decide that his relentless debauchery is more indulging. The way his frantic legs zoom up and down during his mute temper tantrum makes me laugh aloud.

"Why, when I am having a killer time honey?"

"Oh, I'm having a spooktacular day"

"Don't ghost me, I need to know who is calling!"

"This party is to die for."

Puzzled on what to say next, I grab the bottom of his shorts muttering, "I'm trying to mask my true intentions." Having a spur-of-the-moment conversation based on the horror film Scream surprises me, for not being a big horror film fan. Reaching forward, I move my hands along the outside of both his legs; over his shins and outfitted thighs. After hooking the first knuckle of my finger under his waistband, I hear him cry, "Let's change the subject." Silently agreeing, I wrap the second knuckle of my fingers under his waistband better and begin to tug down. "No more ghostface until I hear your voice change," I tease sweetly.

Instead of trying to defy my voice with words, he lifts his hips by digging his heels into the bed. I speed up my pace slightly, while notably scratching his sides. "It hurts Mistress," he calls out. For a split second, I ponder if he means my hands and stop moving. "Am I being too rough with my muffin?" I ask. "No Mistress, I need attention, please, I..." he stammers. With a definitive tug, I pull the shorts down to his ankles. I place both of my hands onto his thighs and push down.

"Your prep time is almost over" I comment.

"What about the 'garnish' you talked about"

"I will add more later".

Lifting one ankle, I push the shorts off him. I notice he is struggling to quickly kick the other half off. Grabbing his ankle tightly, I force it into the bed. "Calm down," I growl. With a loud whine, he cries, "I'm overbaked." I am incapable of avoiding a chuckle at his ridiculous remark, due to how much I have been teasing him. Lifting the other ankle, I pull the shorts off and drop them upon the floor.

Laying his appendage down, I go back to the cup. Lifting a second small ball of ice, I place it upon my lips, as if applying lip gloss. Placing the almost melted piece of water back into the glass, I saunter to the footrest. Raising his left ankle above my face, I kiss the inside of his calf. At a moderately slow pace, I leave a trail of wet kisses on his leg. Each kiss leaves a minute trace of wetness all the way to his packer.

With one finger, I delicately pull his bulge toward me. A pleading cry escapes him as he trembles, "Just take it." Moving my fingers to the seams of the black pocket, I savour the cotton feeling. At the waistband, I tug down abruptly. The sudden force sends a shiver down his spine. I smile to myself. Quickly untucking the TPE packer from the boxers, I place it on his pubic bone.

Calmly, I state, "Open your legs, I am ready to play with my food."

"Finally," he claims.

With a flick to his clitoris, my fingers run up and down his vulva. In my right hand, I hold the rubber tool's base, and slowly travel upwards. Accompanied by the sensation, I rub his clit with my middle and ring finger. I quickly understand that he will not last long and that all of my teasing has made him more desperate than I expected.

I hasten my pace, teeming with satisfaction from the moaning and gasping. As I reach the head of the TPE I add pressure down its shaft. "Does my sweet honey need to be released?" I ask with a bemused smile, "At this pace, I will barely be able to quench my thirst."

"YES," he bellows.

Forcefully I command, "Cum for me."

Panting he shouts, "I'm going to cum Mistress... I... I... oh my, thank you."

I do not stop my left hand as he reaches his climax. His body trembles before me while I remove my toy. Placing it gently onto the bed, I return my hand to his pelvis. His arms jerk up and down as the handcuffs keep him bound to the frame. Praising him, I coo, "Good boy, I am very proud of how well you have done so far. I am not quite done with you yet."

His exhortation, "Please Mistress," draws out a nominal sadistic craving within me. I slowly lower my voice with loving words while my fingers start moving in a counter-clockwise motion. His loud breathing is accompanied by even louder moans. I begin to slow down to slow circles and hear a whiny high-pitched groan. "Please Mistress, don't stop. I promise I will do whatever you want." My fingers trace his vulva down and push out to his thighs. He tries to entrap my fingers by closing his legs, but my left hand is faster. I refrain from saying anything as I plant a kiss on his pelvic bone, placing both hands onto either side of my face.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" he cries, accompanied by a loud scream. He slams his back and butt into the bed. I lower my hands onto his thighs and, with a firm grasp, press them into the bed. Lifting my head from his body, I lick where my kiss was imprinted upon him. My saliva traverses up towards his belly button. When I reach his belly button, I press another firm kiss on his stomach, claiming him as mine. Breathing in the scent of his coconut body wash, I lifted myself away from his body. He straight-leggedly kicks the mattress with a lamenting sob.

Plainly, I respond, "I am simply giving my submissive his well-deserved prince treatment, since he has forgotten the difference between his Mistress and a princess." His bottom lip reaching out in a deep frown, teary-eyed, he lifts his head to express his disdain. Mournfully, he croaks, "I meant it playfully, I would never forget who you are and how much you matter to me."

Blushing, I grab the bed pole on my left with my right hand. As I swing around the pole, I laugh to myself. Refusing to respond to his explanation, I dip my left hand into the glass containing almost room-temperature water. Aghast with disdain at my lack of communication, he questions, "Why are you ignoring me?"

I say in a hushed tone, "I want to see what happens to a blueberry when it pops and all the juice runs down."

"Well", he huffs in a sarcastic tone, "the blueberry, as you put it, is overwhelmed and wants to be freed."

"Are you sure, my pomegranate seed?"

"Pomegranate seed?"

"The most palatable seed there is. It is so much fun to break open and dig out the seeds. Once the seeds pop open, one's mouth is filled with sweet juice."

"Please use your teeth on me"

Removing my soaked hand from the cup, I place it onto his pussy lips. Leaning over my arm I place my closed teeth onto his stomach and use my lips to mimic biting him. While choosing random areas of his abdomen to 'bite', I open his labia and rub my fingers upwards. My moist fingers do not stop moving after I reach his clit, instead, I create a curvy path up his stomach. I stop just below his breast to wipe the wetness of my fingers off onto my white bra. This creates a semi-see through effect, causing the shape of each of my breasts to show. The quick stimulation towards my nipples made me anticipate his touch, after being freed.

Letting go of the bed pole, I climb onto the bed. He shifts away from me slightly, so I lie down next to him. Caressing his left cheek, I whisper into his right ear, "Do you not want to be freed? Or would you rather indulge in a more impact punishment?" A look of shock crosses his face as his body stills. "You can not mean that it gets worse than this. Please let me go," he mumbles.

I climb over his body and straddle his ribs. Leaning over his body, I place my arms above both his shoulders. I then shift my weight to my right side as I whisper in his left ear, "Only if you misbehave." I gently nibble his earlobe and sit back onto my shins. He stares wide-eyed at my boobs and stammers, "I promise Mistress."

Lying my hands onto my knees I push them forward. They travel over his chest to his shoulders. Softly the fingertips travel up his neck and rest on his cheeks. Lovingly I say, "Good boy." My fingers enter his short, soft hair; finding no knots along the way. At the top of his head, the back of my hands grace his inner elbow. I quickly reach his wrist and press the quick-release buttons.

I gather the handcuffs into my left hand and drop them onto the floor. In doing so my right breast gently smacked him in the face. The sudden contact surprised me and I looked down. He swiftly moved his arms down and fondled it. "My turn", he says to himself, looking at me quickly trying to find validation. I place my hands right above his shoulders again and shimmy my legs down to his stomach.

"Yes" is all I have time to say before he shuffles beneath me to sit upright. Once comfortable, he places both hands on my chest. Playing with the fabric, he fondles me. I lean my head back, closing my eyes, as the stimulation floods my brain. I feel a warm breath on my neck as he leaves a wet kiss on me. His fingers grab the underside of the sports bra with his thumbs and lift it.

My petite boobs fall elegantly into his hands. Without slowing down, he grabs my left strap and pulls it down my arm. "Let me help you," he whispers. His gentle yet firm guidance makes my body shake with desire. I moan aloud at that moment, he lifts my left arm, and ushers it out of my bra. With one hand, he traces my head and with the other, he lifts the garment over my head.

He quickly pulls it off my right arm and charges my mounds. He bites my nipples with surprising force. I cry out and grind on his legs through my ripped jean shorts. "Are you alright, Mistress?" he stammers. "I think you have had enough fun for now," I quietly convey.

"I'm sorry," he pouts. "Calm down my good boy. It is getting late, come lie down on me." I point out. I shift my weight onto my right and lie down, back first, upon the bed. He quickly straddles my body and places his right cheek on my chest. He hugs me as I pet his hair and trace the outside of his ear. Placing a kiss on the top of his head, I softly say, "I love you." Just before he falls asleep, I hear him say," I love you most."