Binding His Brat (pt 5 Brat Series)

"Now, crawl to the kitchen," he told me.

I struggled now to scowl at him. I slipped off the bed and onto my hands and knees. I began crawling through the house. It took longer than it should have for me to enter the kitchen. Scott grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up until I was standing, he bent me over the kitchen bench.

"Spread your cheeks," he said.

I spread my asscheeks and waited.

Something dense and thin smacked into my little hole. I pushed myself into the counter on instinct. This feeling was so foreign. I'd never had anything smack me there before.

"How does it feel?" Scott asked. He smacked it three times in a row, not so hard, but certainly not soft either.

"It feels weird, it hurts, but not in the same way," I finally said.

"It's pretty embarrassing to have to spread your cheeks and get your asshole smacked, don't you think?" Scott teased me.

"It's humiliating," I said, my cheeks burned.

"Good," he said, smacking it again.

Scott hit my asshole at a steady pace, over and over again, I couldn't have counted but he wasn't even taking a second between hits just smacking it continuously. I was groaning, shifting my weight from foot to foot, anything I could do to get away from it without actually running. He must have hit me a hundred times before I heard the sound of the wood placed beside me on the counter.

The tip of Scott's cock pressed against my ass within a few seconds and I almost leaped across the counter. The only thing stopping me was his strong hands holding my hips in place.

"Relax," Scott shushed me.

"Scott," I just whined.

"I'm not going to fuck your ass right now but this is a promise. I will be fucking your ass soon. Whether that is an enjoyable experience, well, that's on you," Scott said with lust filling his voice.

"You can just fuck my pussy, you can fuck it right now," I suggested.

"No, you've been bad and cock is a reward," he replied.

Then I felt the squirt of lube on my little hole before something thick and firm slipped inside it.

"Is that our candle stick?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Scott chuckled. "We need to go to the sex shop, pick a few new things up."

I didn't reply. Scott pulled me up so I was standing and then he took his belt that he still had and secured it around my wrists. He marched me into our living room and pushed me onto the couch. He bent over and I watched him, he grabbed the panties I left behind and wadded them up shoving them in my mouth.

"Don't fucking move," he told me before traipsing off.

I watched him go. Where was I even meant to move to?

When Scott returned he was holding the rope he'd previously tied me up with. He came up to me and grabbed my legs making me fall onto my back. He tied the rope around my ankles then tied that rope to the belt around my wrists. Once he was done he sat me up on the couch. He started messing with the TV while I was left sitting helpless.

Porn started playing. My eyes went wide, flickering between Scott and the TV. He pulled his cock out even though I was sitting right there. He turned to me and gave me the most evil little smile, all I could do was glare. My ass was filled, my mouth was filled, yet my aching pussy was wet and waiting.

The porn itself was a woman having her ass fucked. The threat was not lost on me. Scott continued teasing me, playing with his cock right in front of me. If this is how we were going to play, I could play too.