#brat!nace

You have to be up early and don't have time for your usual morning cuddles. It isn't a problem at first but your self control has always been better than his and the cracks begin to show in his resolve soon enough.

He's desperate for your attention, getting up in your personal space, trying to get a rise out of you, but this little game is the most fun when you refuse to give him what he needs. Despite the sparkling in your chest when he's being so clingy and ridiculous, you remain stoic, never flinching, arms crossed. He's got that glimmer in his eyes he only gets when he's thinking with his dick, but you're out in public and he knows you can't indulge him, you can't put him in his place here. He's running his mouth, being loud, touching your hair and your neck without permission while all you can do is tighten your lips and keep your cool. He knows exactly what your stern countenance and narrowed eyes mean; you just wait until we're alone. You'll pay for this.

When you finally get home, he's playing innocent.

"What have I ever done?" he teases you. "I've been on my best behaviour all day, wouldn't you say so?"

Everyone thinks he's so innocent, so angelic and wholesome. Only you know the truth, only you know how naughty he is, how far he's overstepped the mark today. Only you can see his half-hard cock pressing against his clothes. And now, finally alone, you can put him in his place.

He tries to kiss you and finally you can give him the slap his cheek deserves.

"I would not say so," you scold him. "I would say you've been misbehaving all day."

He could overpower you if he really wanted to but he doesn't, not even when you're rough with him, shoving him onto the bed and gripping your nails into his wrists to remind him to keep his hands to himself.

"I'd go so far as to say you've been very bad."

He earns another slap when he tries to grab your ass with his free hand while you're securing the other one to the bedpost.

Yes, you are. But he doesn't yet know quite how mean you can be.

"No!" He's feigning pain, claiming injustice, wriggling underneath you while you pin him down with your body, straddling him so that his clothed cock pushed painfully up against your groin. "You're being mean!"

His other hand secured to the bed post, he kicks out at you as you undress him, peeling his trousers down first so that you can see the outline of that fat cock you love pressing against his boxers. Then his shirt, slowly unbuttoning to show off his chest instead of tearing it off him like you know he wishes you would. He's flexing for you but you ignore it. You won't be teased, won't be manipulated.

"I've done nothing wrong," he claims as you slip your fingers beneath the band of his underwear and wrestle them down over his fighting hips.

"Shut up or I'll shut you up," you tell him, his cock slapping back against his belly. It looks delicious but you won't give him the satisfaction.

"You wouldn't dare."

He's wrong. You rise to his challenge, wringing his dirty boxers into a twist and stuffing as much of them into his mouth as you can fit. He's gagging on the sensation, his eyes watering, groaning muffled pleas into the fabric, thick with his musk and already wet with his drool.

You climb off the bed and take a step back to admire your work. He's looking at you with big pleading eyes, ready for his punishment, ready for you to use him. Even like this, his eyes are looking over your body disrespectfully. His cock twitches, jumping for your attention.

"Who’s gonna sit on that thing now, after you've been such a nuisance? No manners at all."

His expression drops, his body stilling. You're not playing into his game.

"Now I can finally get some peace. You’re going to think about how you've behaved today until I come back and decide whether you’re good enough for me to ride.”