Thread: The Taming of the Brat ((Vivid and Day))

Don't do that again, he mimicked. That fucking hurts. A dull, dry tone. Was she for-fucking-real? Jeremy's eyes narrowed. The pain in his crotch was still there, throbbing, and would continue to ache for awhile, though he had regained some of his breath. Sitting up, his back leaned against the wall, the end of Karris' leather leash wrapped around his left wrist. I take you in when everyone else was looking to be fucking rid of you. Seventy-five percent off. Tch! I give you shelter. I dedicate myself to supplying you with food and clothing and whatever else... really, women got the life. Don't have to work. Just pop a kid out every once in awhile, make me the center of your world, and keep the chores done. He tugged a little on her leash, not hard, just a few quick tauts of the length to remind her of who was in control. As if she could forget. Here I am willing to support you for the rest of your life. And, shit, I was willing to treat you like goddamn royalty when you came to, you little twat... Placing his free hand on the chair, Jeremy leaned upon it heavily in pushing himself to a stand. The lingering pain was evident, far more than he'd like, but there wasn't a damn thing to be done about it. Except stay mad. And here I wanted to be so good to you... His back slumped against the wall again, half-standing, knees still bent. I was thinking of taking off your collar, spending the night bathing you, massaging you, then making love and cuddling after... Fuck, if I could've afforded anyone I would have gotten the one blonde. All I want is a relationship full of love and affection like Ray and his bitch have! He looked to the ring of blood trickling down her neck. The sight of it made his face soften, his tone falling to match it, and I would have liked that without having to mar something so beautiful... ... ...but fuck it. Fuck it. You know, if that's how you're gonna be! Gripping his crotch, wincing with each step with that lingering pain, Jeremy approached her, bending over when he reached her side. Would she fight back? Throw up a girly fist or something? He didn't want to damage her body, but if she thought attacking him would get her anywhere he was prepared to establish himself as the alpha. The closed fist should have done well in showing such. All he did for now though, when he leaned in, was unhook the end of the leash from around Karris' barbed slave collar. I had hoped we could start off sweetly, he whispered from such closeness, even caressing her cheek very briefly after she was unhooked. I've always been too damn naive like that. Bunching up the length of her leash in his hand, the tall, dark-haired man cracked her viciously on her backside! Get in your goddamn cage! He suddenly barked the order at the top of his lungs. The length was brown leather, and thin enough that at first glance it might not seem too impressive - but the leather was strong, the kind you could pull and pull and gain nothing for your efforts. Rather than weaken it, the small size made it that much more powerful, and when striking with it it's size made each blow sharper, more precise. Bunching it up two or three times in his left hand, Jeremy cracked her across her bare, pale ass again! and again! yelling, pointing with his right to the open door of the wrought iron cage that would act as her boarding home until she could be better behaved. There wasn't even a damn blanket inside to sleep on, just a hard black plastic floor. Get! Get! Get!