Brat

He texted me about 10 minutes before he was due to arrive and ordered me to touch my pussy, but not to come. I was rushing around, getting ready and straightening up, so I didn't do it. Before I knew it, he was walking through the door.

"Did you do what you were supposed to do?, he asked as he took some things out of his bag in the bedroom. I lingered in the doorway, uncertain of whether I should enter the room or back away from him in the interest of self-preservation.

"No, I was busy," I mumbled as I continued to dither in the doorway.

"You got busy and you didn't find time to do what I ordered," he stated. I nodded, wondering if he would be mad. I wondered if he knew that I intentionally didn't follow his order because I didn't feel like it.

"Okay, I'll let it go this one time because you were so good for me last night. But when I tell you to touch your pussy, I expect you to drop whatever you're doing and touch it, no matter how busy you are. Understand?" His voice was calm and there was no rage in his eyes. I relaxed. He wasn't going to punish me.

"And what if I don't?," I carelessly sassed.

His hand flew to my throat. "Then I'll tie you up and fuck you all day, but I won't let you come."

I knew that he would follow through on this threat, but for some reason I continued to be bratty toward him. Later, as we were getting ready for dinner, I made a comment that I knew would make him jealous. It was disrespectful and I don't know why I said it when I knew it would anger him.

"I should give you your spanking right now, just for that," he glowered, his mouth set in a straight line. "Although I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I stood in front of him and stared at him defiantly, silently daring him to do it. He stared down at me and pushed me backwards onto the bed. When I laid there with my legs closed, he slapped my thighs and ordered me to open them.

He put my legs up on his shoulders and entered me in one quick stroke. He pinned my arms down to the bed at my sides and leaned into me, folding me onto myself with my legs high above my head. I could feel him deep inside me as he started thrusting.

"What are you going to do about this now, you little brat?," he spat.

"I could say no," I said with insubordination in my voice. Really, what did I think I was doing? Why couldn't I just submit to him?

"But you're not going to do that, are you?" I shook my head no. "You know I'll just give it to you harder?" He started to slam into me and all I could do was wail a feeble yes as he put his whole weight onto me.

After what seemed like an eternity, he climbed off of me. I laid still on the bed where he had left me, my head hanging over the edge. He came around the bed and stood above me. He pushed his cock into my mouth from above. It pushed against the back of my throat and cut off my airway. The angle even kept me from breathing through my nose. After a couple of seconds, I started to choke but he didn't let up. I thrashed beneath him and he held my arms down so I couldn't claw at him. After another couple of seconds, he let me go.

"Did I hear you say 'more'?," he tauted me and, before I could say no, he was deep in my throat again. I pushed against him, struggling with my whole body before he let me go.

"Let's try this one more time."

As he moved over me, my defiance broke. "No, no more, please no more," I pleaded. He ignored me and pushed deep in my throat again. He covered my entire face and I completely panicked below him, struggling and moaning into him. After one last deep push down my throat, he let up.

He laid back on the bed and motioned for me to kneel between his legs. He held his cock out to me and I began sucking it slowly. He smoothed down my hair and let me catch my breath.

I paused. "I'm sorry," I said quietly, looking down.

"What are you sorry for, Kitten?"

I shrugged, unable to articulate anything at the moment because I was so shaken. He put his hand under my chin to force me to look him in the eyes. "Let me ask you - what do you feel when I do that to you? There's no wrong answer."

I hesitated. "It depends," I answered.

"Depends on what?"

"On how I'm feeling. Sometimes I'm calm."

"And the other times?"

"I hate it." I hate you, I was thinking. I hate that you beat me down and humiliate me.

"Even when you hate it, do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because if you stopped because I couldn't take any more, I'd be disappointed in myself."

"It's not always easy, is it?" I shook my head. "Sometimes it's easy and you feel like you can take everything I give you. Other times, it's hard and you're so overwhelmed. You're not sure if you can take it. But that is the way it is supposed to be. What if it was always easy?"

"It wouldn't be worth it."

"That's right. Your submission won't always be easy, but that's what makes it so valuable to me. I challenge you because I know that you need it and I know that you want to work through this with me. If this was always easy, you'd always feel like something was missing. You'd seek more dominance and more pain.

"I'm training you to take more for me and that means sometimes it will be difficult. But I know it will be so worthwhile for you. I want you to know that I am so proud of how far you've come. You're such a good girl for me and I'm so proud of everything that you've learned. When you went into the bathroom and did what you did for me, you were such a good girl. You've come so far. I don't ever want you to be disappointed in yourself. You always try so hard, even when it's too much to take. And that is what I crave from you - that you'll give me everything."

I was nodding at all of this, fighting back tears and occasionally trying to look away. But he held my face and looked me right in the eyes. There was no escaping his intensity or his stare. My insubordination was gone. I was compliant and safe within my submission. I didn't resent him or begrudge him anything he wanted to take at that point.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Now I want you to make me come in your mouth."