His Brat (Pt.7)

"So when do we get started?" He turns looking at me, shocked. Forget the kids, forget everything right now. I just want this, and right now I would honestly sign that contract and get paid to be his brat, never mind the job he offered me.

"Once we go through the lists, I want to know what you are willing to try and not. I will start slow, anything you have already done fine, I won't be so gentle, but with the new stuff I will be." I nod at his response and walk around looking a things, a collar catching my eyes.

Walking over I pick it up, a smile spreading across my face seeing the word "Witch," another next to it with the word, "Kitten."

"Which do you like most? Witch or Kitten?" My body freezes feeling the closeness of him, his breath on my neck.

"I'm not sure." They both look amazing, and also similar, so I really don't know.

His hand wraps around my waist, his mouth next to my ear, a slight moan escaping my mouth at how close he is.

"So kitten, would you like to wear one?" My body trembles at his words, oh he can call me kitten again, that is for sure. His hand releases me, then once again grips me, spinning me to face him, his hands pushing me against the wall, his face close to mine.

"Or would my witch rather have that one?" I moan and look at him.

"I don't know." Hell I want them both, but that would surely be greedy.

"You seem to react to both, which is good to know." He kisses my cheek and moves back. That's it? My body is screaming for him to do more, and that is all he does?

"Anyway, let's get out of here while I still have some control left." He walks to the door, and I pout.

"That's not fair. I just got in here." I stand pouting, his eyes sparking interest.

"Out Anaya." He looks at me, and I shake my head.

"No." I stay, my hands on my hips.

"Now, come on get the hell out." A laugh almost escapes my mouth.

"Make me." His eyebrows raise as he lunges forwards towards me, his hands grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulders. His body was easily carrying me out of the room and down the stairs.

"Hell, you are one lucky kitten that I don't have those lists sorted." He sets me down on my feet, and I pout.

"Unlucky if you ask me, I was expecting more." I watch as he rolls his eyes, and I can't help but smile.

"I can't wait to play with my kitten, you seem to be a little too perfect, but first, contract and lists." He pushes them towards me. Sitting, we go through everything I have tried, what I liked what I didn't. Then we go through things I've never tried. What I am willing to try, and what I won't

"Safeword? You need one." He looks at me and waits.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." I sit and smile, and he shakes his head, clearly not amused by my attitude right now.

"Seriously, take this serious." He looks at me clearly wanting a safe word, but this is just too much fun.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, maybe I should say it twice?" He moves, his hands grabbing me and throwing me over the table, his hand sliding up the inside of my thighs, slowly lifting my skirt to expose my arse.

"Okay, smartass, now try to say it while I spank this pretty arse of yours, if you manage to say it before five, then you can use it. Oh, and you have to count each spank as well" My mind is telling me I am crazy, but surely I can do it?

I scream and jump as the sting of his hand hurts.

"Count." His voice is low, my mind trying to find the number to say.

"One." His hand hits again, my body jumping.

"Two, Supercali–" My words stop as the third one hits, and I jump again.

"Three." Opening my mouth to say the safe word I get, as his hand strikes again, a moan escaping my mouth as I grip the table.

"Four." Fuck even attempting to say it, this is too good not to enjoy, his hand hits a final time, and I feel the wetness build between my legs

"Five." His hands grab me and spin me around to face him.

"See, now supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is not a safe word; a real one please." My mind begins thinking of a safeword.

"Okay, how about cactus." I don't even know where that came from, but there it is, cactus, he looks almost amused at my suggestion but doesn't decline it.

"Cactus it is, now remember that." His hands grab me and throw me over his shoulder, a scream escaping my mouth as he carries me upstairs. My screams and fits of laughter were getting louder as he sets me on my feet inside his dungeon as he kept calling it tonight.

"No bratty behaviour, tonight I want to see how you react over everything, I want to see how you submit. I don't want you behind a mask of being a brat." Nodding I accept, although I don't understand why, and I can see he senses my question.

"I need to start slow, tomorrow night, by all means, be a brat, but tonight be a submissive, once we have tried everything, then every night you can be as much of a witch as you like." He smiles at me, his hand stroking my cheek.

"Now, please, can kitten get ready, you know the rules." I do know the rules, I need to strip and be kneeling waiting for him, of course, though sometimes I will disobey, but tonight I will obey. Walking across the room I slowly remove my clothes, his eyes watching me as I do, kneeling down naked I watch as he walks across the room and picks up the whip.

My eyes were widening at it, I have not seen a whip that long before, my heart begins to pound as he walks closer to me with a wicked smile on his face.