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His Brat (Pt. 8)

BDSM Story

By Author Billiejo PriestleyPublished 5 years ago 17 min read
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"Are you ready to run?" His voice is full of humour, and all it makes me want to do is stay even more.

"No Master, I won't be running." His hand reaches around me, the whip settling just in front of my view.

"Good Kitten, because I don't want to chase you tonight," his voice is soft, so soft I feel myself melting into him, wanting more from him.

His hand is slowly rubbing against my back, gently teasing. I wish he wouldn't be so gentle, I feel like fighting him to get more, quicker, but for now I'll behave.

The feel of his hand tracing along my skin, making me moan, my body leaning back against him. One of his hands wraps around my throat. His grip on me is getting tighter, his other hand running up my side.

His hand is grasping my best and pulling, making me jump; damn this man, and damn his rules. Turning quickly, I face him. My hands start pulling him to me, feeling like I want more; his expression is full of amusement.

"Now, now kitten, did I say you could take charge?" shaking my head at him, I keep going, my hands pulling him harder.

"Stop kitten." He looks at me, and I can see he means it, but I still can't help myself. Moaning, I keep going. His hands grip mine, turning me so that I face the wall.

The larger cuffs begin wrapping around my wrists, my hands now bound to his wall. His hands pull me, so my arse is stretched out.

"Do you not want it soft?" his words are teasing me, shaking my head at him he chuckles.

"Well kitten, unfortunately for you, soft is what you are getting right now." He moves the whip, and it trails along my body. It begins gently hitting across my arse–far too soft–and it is driving me insane. The whip rises again, swinging down gently over my arse once more. I jump at the feel of the cold pinwheel rolling across my body, his lips against my ear gently kissing.

His hand drops the whip, slowly stroking along my breast once again, and down to my stomach. He keeps going, his hand reaching my clit, gently rubbing it, making me moan, my hands grasping onto the chains around the restraints.

His fingers start rubbing slowly and gently as his mouth kisses the back of my neck, my moans getting louder as he continues for what seems like hours.

"Please" my plea is quiet as my body is beginning to get tired from staying in the same position for so long.

"Please what? Please stop?" his hand moves and stops. A gasp quickly escapes my mouth as he does.

"No, please just stop being so gentle." His laugh is quiet at my response, his hand rubbing me once again just as soft as before, a whimper escaping my lips as a tear drops from my eye.

"How hard would you like this Kitten?" his words are soft, my mind tries to think, I don't know the answer to his question.

"How would you like it? what do you see in your mind Kitten? what do you want?" his questions are confusing me.

"Alena, I want what Alena had." His hand freezes. Well, I do–I want to see exactly what their relationship was like. I want to know if I can replace her. If I can, then there is no need for her anymore.

"Not a chance, and I would rather not talk about her, I think we should finish here for tonight." His hands begin untying the restraints, my arms now finally free, I was a fool for saying what I said, for thinking it wouldn't affect him.

"Don't stop; I promise not to mention her again, please don't leave me like this." I feel my feet stamping down, and a pout forming on my lips, his expression full of amusement at my outburst.

"Sulking does not suit Kitten at all." He moves closer to me, his hands pushing me against the wall. Moaning, my hands wrap around his neck, and try pulling him closer. His hands stop me. He bends down and grabs the whip, spinning me around to face the wall.

"Okay kitten, six whips, and then after that, let's see if you scream." A nervous laugh escapes my lips, the sound of the whip swinging tells me it is coming, my body jumps, and a scream escapes my mouth.

"One," the feel of his hand stroking down my back, and across my arse makes me smile just before the whip hits again.

"Two." He keeps going. By the time I say six I feel worn out, yet I still feel like I need more, his hands start turning me, his trousers dropping as he steps closer.

His hands move, wrapping around me and lifting me against him as my legs wrap around him. My hands slowly begin to tangle in his hair, as his cock pushes inside me. Moaning, I grip his hair harder, as his hips move fast and hard, my moans escape, as the orgasm explodes inside me, my body leaning forward to give in.

His hand grasps my neck, holds me up and against the wall, my moans slowly turn to screams as he keeps going, my body crying out for a rest. The pinwheel digs in and rolls across my breasts as screams escape my mouth, as yet another orgasm sweeps through me, my body shaking against his. His own groans travel around the room, his hand finally loosening on my neck, my head falls onto his shoulder.

"I am sure you can scream louder, but you look too worn out already, so next time." His hands wrap around me and slowly he carries me out of the room to my bedroom, placing me on the bed I fall straight to sleep, the sound of the door shutting is the last thing I hear.

Waking up, the light is bright through the gap in the curtains. Rubbing my eyes, as I walk to the shower, quickly getting washed and dressed, I walked downstairs. Marcus sat at the table looking at his phone; he is clearly considering something.

"Good morning Kitten, the kitchen is there, get yourself some food. You may be meeting Jackson and Alena today." I stop in my tracks. I don't know if I want to meet them–well not Alena–not this soon anyway.

"Why?" he said I would see them sometimes, not often at all, just if he needed some company for an event.

"Well, a new location is opening tomorrow, today is the launch party, and I had forgotten about it." He keeps looking down at his phone, he clearly isn't convinced this is a good idea.

"How will you introduce me to them? Won't Alena be upset?" I continue grabbing the food while watching him.

"I will introduce you was my brat, and Alena will be fine, you two will probably get on well to be honest." He seems so different today; quiet, down, almost depressed, but I won't push or probe anymore.

"So, once you have eaten, we will go shopping. I will buy you a dress suitable for the launch, and you will see the other business I part-own." Nodding I sit down and eat, an uneasy feeling spreading through me, as I think and consider what could go wrong today.

Standing in front of the mirror I look at myself, the glistening silver gown flowing over my body, the slit up the side exposing my legs. Finding a dress was quick having Marcus with me–to be honest he picked the dress, which I am grateful for, because I am still not used to how much it costs.

As soon as we walked in the shop, I knew it would be expensive, one or two of each garment at the most. A man stood by the door, some campaign in glasses on the tray that he held. I was no fool and knew the dress would be expensive and just looking I felt uneasy choosing a dress and knowing he was paying for it at such a high price when I certainly haven't earnt it.

So, when he walked in, and instantly picked up the dress and said this is perfect, I looked and agreed, because, well, I guess I did. The dress is perfect what more can I say? Nothing really, can I? Not when that is the truth. The truth is though, that, had I gone alone, I would have walked straight out of that shop and tried finding a cheaper one.

"Thinking hard there aren't you." My body jumps at the sound of his voice, as he slowly stalks towards me, his eyes taking in the sight of my body in the gown.

"Now, I don't like to gloat, but damn, I made one hell of a good choice with this." His hand rubbed up against my exposed legs quickly stopping at my sex as he smiled.

"Worried about tonight?" He looks at me concerned, of course I am, I thought I had time to prepare to meet Alena, someone whom he still has in his life, and by the sounds of it, he will never remove her from it either.

"Not at all." I smile up at him; I won't let my thoughts destroy tonight, not at all.

"Mmmm, not fooled, but come on, the car is here waiting." Nodding, I walk out of the room. Marcus follows me closely, and once outside we climb into the car. Sitting in silence, my mind screams at me, this is a bad idea. The car stops, the building is lit up, and crowds are walking through the door.

My eyes take in the sight of this business, the business that he is part-owner in, is clearly something to do with his lifestyle, some of the men and women are wearing collars, some leather clothing, and a few even with their chains on the collars. The building looks impressive; two stories high, the garden abundant, with seating areas around, all the windows have drapes on them; downstairs are open, upstairs are closed.

Walking into the building, the entrance is charismatic, the large glass chandelier hanging in the middle with a large staircase leading upstairs turning with the building, several doors leading to other rooms. Several large leather sofa's around, and a few reception desks.

"You are doing that over-thinking thing again, I can tell you do realise that, right? What is wrong?" This time, nothing; there is nothing at all wrong.

"Nothing at all, just taking in how amazing this place is, and trying to figure out what it is?" I look at him questioningly, and he smirks.

"You will find out, let's go see Alena and Jackson." His hand grabs mine wrapping it around his, and we walk through the crowds, everyone keeps saying hello to him; clearly he knows a lot of the people here.

"Here he is, late as ever." The voice has me turning in the direction it came from. The guy standing there is quite big, not as big as Marcus though, a woman stands next to him, short with wild red hair, pale complexion, but a body that looks amazing.

"No later than usual, Jackson. Alena, this is Anaya." They both look at him confused and questioningly, that is something I will need to ask him about later.

"Hi, Anaya it is nice to meet you." Alena's voice is soft as she moves, and wraps her arm around me in a quick embrace. My eyes take her in; I don't understand this at all.

Alena is nothing like me, nothing at all. If she is his type, what about me? She looks fierce, smart, and like she has everything figured out; here I am standing next to her with basically no job, no house, nothing. So why me?

"It is lovely to meet you Anaya." Jackson moves and hugs me before stepping back and looking at Marcus, then he turns to me.

"Do you mind if I steal him for a second? Alena will keep you company." He looks at me, waiting for approval.

"No problem here, I do not own him." I smile, and he turns to Marcus and pulls him away, turning to Alena. I look at her, and this is where the awkward feelings creep in.

"Can you point me in the direction of the toilets? I need to fix my make-up." I smile at her, I don't need to fix my makeup, but being thrown here with her alone isn't what I want.

"Just through those doors and the first door to the left." Nodding I turn and walk towards to doors. Walking towards Jackson and Marcus, I briefly catch part of the conversation.

"Anaya though, really? Alena is Anaya, remember her birth name, it just seems weird, that is all Marcus." Pushing the door open, I walk through, a sickening feeling spreading through me.

Do we have the same name? Or kind of anyway, Alena was Anaya at birth, but apparently that is not her name now. Is this the reason why Marcus is so attached to me, wanting me to agree to this contract? Standing in the restroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, the image of Alena stood by my side. I should go home, pack my things, tell him I disagree, and leave.

Walking out I try to be confident; tonight I will end it, I will tell Marcus this contract is over. Walking through the crowds I see them standing together, and there it is. The total heart-wrenching love for Alena written all over Marcus's face, I can't fight for him, and I won't. As much as I want him, I don't think I can stay knowing that, if she offered him her life, he would take it, and dump me in the gutter just as quickly as he picked me up from it. Walking towards them, Alena sees me and smiles. She genuinely seems happy to see me, I don't understand how or why.

"You are back, thank god! Honestly, it will be amazing having you around tonight, I am always stuck between these two bickering like children, at least tonight I won't be alone with it." She laughs, and Jackson looks almost offended by her comment.

"Bickering like kids, Alena, really? We were just considering a bet that is all." Marcus laughs and seems so relaxed in this situation, am I the first since Alena? Or has there been others he got bored of, and realised they were not her, and left them?

"Sorry, I won't be much help." My voice sounds off, I can't shift the uneasy feeling of this whole situation. Looking at Jackson, he seems so happy, but how can he be with what they do together?

Jackson and Marcus walk off. Sitting down, Alena is handed a drink, the bartender looks at me.

"Just a white wine please." She nods and walks off, coming back with my glass, she hands it to me. Alena looks at me like she is assessing me. Is she thinking the same? Why me when she is clearly his type?

"So, Marcus decided I should explain the business to you, woman to woman, because some things which he could throw at you will probably make you run." She laughs and stands up.

"The best way to explain this business is to show you. That is what Jackson did with me, although the business was in operation when I first went around, unlike tonight, none of the rooms are actually in use." Nodding I stand up, and follow her up the stairs, the hall leading a few different ways.

She stops outside a window, and I look in, the room is very much like Marcus's back at his place only more prominent with more equipment I turn and look at her.

"No, this is not a brothel, or whatever else you are thinking like that. The business is legitimate; it is part of the BDSM lifestyle. Those in the lifestyle come here to use the rooms for many reasons. Some because they can't have this set up at home, some have kids, some have no space, family commitments, and so on." I nod; I understand that.

"Others do not want a permanent Dom, or Sub, so they come here when they feel like it, and find a customer with similar interests to them. No one pays for the services or gets paid." Nodding I can understand that as well.

"Others come as couples to meet other couples for fun." She turns to look at me.

"Is that how you and Jackson started with Marcus." I stand waiting for her to look appalled at my personal question, but she merely smiles.

"Not exactly, me and Jackson were married, he introduced Marcus at home, things got messy, and out of hand, Marcus ended up divorced from his wife, and, well, things got even worse, and we fell in love. Not like I love Jackson though, Marcus is like my Dom, that is all, and not even that often these days." She was honestly not offended by my question, and answered honestly and openly.

"You are the first person, Anaya, since all this mess. It took him a few years to come to the conclusion that he wants his own life away from us. He has slowly stopped joining us, turns us down far more than I like. I feel like I have lost him." She looks hurt, but I kind of like that fact, it means she didn't choose this, and he did.

"Any other questions?" She smiles, and sits on a chair looking at me waiting.

"He is confusing, one minute saying we can't get personal, then he is offering me the contract to be his brat, explaining I make him feel like you did, and that it can only end badly as it has with you two, how so?" She looks hurt, okay maybe that was too far, saying I make him feel like she did, but he did say that to me.

"Me and Jackson went through a hard time getting over everything, then when Marcus was dead, I had his baby, Marcus came back, and well things were not easy moving forward. Along with that, bitter ex's and everything also threw a few punches along the way." I nod, feeling uncomfortable, and unsure of what to say next.

"Look, just don't hurt him. That is all I will say; I don't think he could survive another heartbreak and come out fighting, he would just give up on life and let go." She stands up and walks away. Sitting down, I look in the room; they are amazing. My mind ison Alena, and the fact that maybe I went too far in what I said, but had Marcus not wanted her to know, he wouldn't have said it to me. He certainly would not have had her show me around, and talk to me.

"Hey you." Turning, I smile at Jackson, he seems sweet, yet Alena seems to use him, and he is okay with that?

"You really got a reaction from her; I am guessing she doesn't like the fact Marcus is leaving her slowly to move on with his life." He sits down and smiles.

"Don't worry I don't bite, well I do, but I won't bite you." We both laugh. Sitting, we talk about Marcus and my uneasy feelings of him running off and dumping me the first chance he gets if Alena says to. He puts my worries behind me, and I find we are sitting here talking away like two people who have known each other for years.

"So you are the one who kidnapped my date." We both look up to Marcus.

"No, I wouldn't need to kidnap her. I am pretty sure she would walk willingly with me." Jackson laughs, and gets up to walk away. Stopping, he turns back to me.

"Don't worry about Alena, she's a kitten really," he laughs and walks off, Marcus looking at me questioningly.

"He seems really nice, Alena as well," he nods and smiles sitting down next to me.

"So what were you and Alena discussing?" He looks at me waiting.

"Business of course, and you,.We were talking about how you got involved with them." His eyebrows raise.

"I would much rather you didn't ask about personal things, Anaya."

A laugh escapes my lips.

"You mean like, is it just a coincidence that I am called Anaya, and Alena's name used to be that as well?"

He looks shocked, and shakes his head.

"What? Come on Marcus, we both know you still love her no matter how much you try, and that you pretend you don't, and if she came right up to you now and said she misses you, and wants you back, you would dump me in the gutter where you found me." He stands up, his hand gripping my arm, and drags me downstairs.

He stops us in front of Alena my whole body shaking, what have I done?

**This story is a run on from my series–Seductive Vibrations–Readers, wanted Marcus to have his own story, and not be always so tied into Alena. The books can be found here.

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Author Billiejo Priestley

Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.

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