유지민 - - — -> “Say please” -> Y.JM
Warning -> g!p dom/sub dynamics, oral control, spanking, overstimulation, begging, soft aftercare
Pairing -> Bratty Y/N x Sugar Mommy g!p Yu Karina
Synopsis -> Bratty Y/N pushes her luck with sugar mommy Karina one too many times — and gets exactly what she deserves. With a silk robe, a firm grip, and a g!p that doesn’t play games, Karina breaks her down until “please” is the only word Y/N can remember. Power play, teasing, and soft aftercare — luxury has never hurt so good.
The elevator doors glided open into Karina’s penthouse, and the moment your heels tapped across the marble floor, you knew she was watching.
Not when you walked in late—twenty-eight minutes late, to be exact—or when you tossed your little jacket over the armrest like it wasn’t a $2,000 designer piece she bought you last week. Not when you plopped yourself onto the edge of her plush velvet couch, crossed your legs, and flashed the tiniest smirk in her direction.
Karina didn’t look up at first. She took a slow sip of her wine, gaze fixed on the skyline beyond the glass windows. She was lounging in a deep red silk robe, dark hair falling over one shoulder, legs stretched out like she owned the night. And she did.
“Evening,” she said coolly.
“Missed me?” you chirped, tilting your head like a little brat who knew exactly what she was doing.
Karina’s eyes flicked to you—slow and sharp, like a blade being drawn. “You’re late.”
“I’m cute,” you replied, shrugging one shoulder. “I figured it evens out.”
She stood up, calm and dangerous. You watched the way the robe flowed around her legs—how the silk clung to her figure, how tall she looked in those subtle heels she wore just to look down at you.
“Take off the shoes,” she said softly. “You’re not going to need them.”
You giggled, crossing your arms. “Or what? You’ll pout?”
Karina’s hand was around your jaw in one second flat.
Not rough. Not violent. But firm. Controlling. Her thumb brushed your bottom lip while her eyes bore into yours.
“You like testing me,” she murmured.
“I like watching you crack,” you whispered back, pupils blown wide.
Karina smiled—slow, dangerous. “Oh, baby. I don’t crack. I make you beg.”
You went still. Heat crawled down your spine. You hated how fast you clenched.
You were bent over the couch, face flushed, skirt flipped up over your hips.
“Count,” Karina said softly, tracing a fingertip over your thigh.
You wiggled your hips. “Count what?”
The sharp sting made you jolt. She didn’t even put much force behind it—but the control in her voice, the dominance in her stance, that was what undid you.
“One,” you breathed, already panting.
She alternated cheeks, each swat met with another sweet whisper of numbers from your mouth. You knew you deserved it. You knew exactly how bratty you’d been. And you knew she was only warming up.
After ten, Karina leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the small of your back. “Good girl. Now get on your knees.”
You slid off the couch like your legs had forgotten how to hold you.
She stood tall above you, robe falling open just enough for you to catch the outline of what you wanted—what you’d been teasing her for.
Karina’s g!p was already half-hard, hanging heavy between her legs, perfect and clean like everything else she owned.
You blinked, pout forming. “What—?”
“Use your mouth,” she said, cupping your chin. “No hands. Show me you’re sorry.”
You sank forward without hesitation, lips wrapping around the head of her length as your hands dropped uselessly to your sides.
Karina inhaled sharply, one hand gripping your hair. “Good. That’s my girl.”
You started slow—lips sliding down her shaft, tongue swirling around the underside. You loved the way she hissed between her teeth when you sucked just right.
But she didn’t let you control the pace.
“Deeper,” she instructed. “All the way. Take it.”
You gagged once, then adjusted, nose brushing her lower stomach as you swallowed her whole.
Her praise came in quiet growls. “You look so pretty like this… lips stretched around my cock, drool running down your chin.”
You whimpered around her, thighs pressed together.
“You want more, don’t you?” she said, thumb brushing your cheek. “Then say it.”
You pulled off with a wet gasp. “Karina…”
You loved her. Loved the way she never begged. Never gave in. Loved that she made you work for it.
“Still don’t want to say it?” she said, raising a brow. “Fine.”
She hauled you up, turned you around, and pushed you back over the couch.
This time she was rougher—pressing against your soaked entrance, teasing with the blunt head of her cock but never entering.
“Say it,” she whispered into your ear, one hand on your hip, the other sliding between your legs to toy with your clit. “Just one word.”
You bit your lip, back arching as she flicked your clit faster, harder.
You could barely breathe. You were shaking. She kept teasing the tip against you, leaking against your folds but never pushing in.
“Karina—” you gasped. “I—I need—”
“Say it, baby. Or I’ll stop.”
You whined. Eyes squeezed shut. Your pride was burning. Your body was worse—needy, aching, fluttering around nothing.
She leaned closer, cock brushing your entrance again. “Last chance.”
“Please,” you whispered, voice breaking.
“Please, mommy,” you moaned, nearly sobbing.
Her hand tightened on your hip. “Good girl.”
And finally—finally—she sank inside.
Karina fucked you like she owned you.
Not just your body—your mind, your pride, your soul.
She started deep and slow, hips rolling in a rhythm that made you see stars. Every thrust hit your g-spot perfectly, her cock stretching you just right, making your back arch with each stroke.
“You take me so well,” she murmured. “So greedy. This is what you needed, isn’t it?”
You nodded desperately, fingers clawing at the couch.
She picked up the pace, thrusts sharper, making the couch creak under the pressure. You couldn’t speak—only gasp, moan, cry out her name like a prayer.
“Mine,” she growled, wrapping your hair around her fist. “Say it.”
“Yours, mommy—please, I’m yours!”
You came first—legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as she drove you over the edge.
She didn’t stop. Not even when you begged. Not when you whimpered for her to slow down. She fucked you through it, chasing her own high with a growl, burying herself to the hilt as she spilled deep inside you.
Karina caught you before you slid to the floor, strong arms wrapping around you.
Later, wrapped in silk robes and pillows,
She fed you strawberries dipped in dark chocolate, one by one. Your head rested in her lap, eyes still hazy.
“Next time,” she said, brushing a thumb across your lip, “you don’t make me wait.”
You blinked slowly. “I like when you’re mad.”
Karina smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You like when I ruin you.”
You grinned sleepily. “Maybe.”
She tucked your hair behind your ear. “Say it again.”
You flushed. Whispered it without hesitation this time.
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