-Fiat-
He peers down at the perfectly crispy Grilled cheese.
I lean in and kiss him on his head.
"Eat it all."
"Yes sir." He mutters as I take my seat across from him.
He picks up the first half and takes a bite.
He instantly smiles and moans.
"It's good?" I ask.
He places his fingers against his lips as he slowly chews and swallows.
"So good, I missed your grilled cheeses too much. Thank you." He smiles sweetly.
My heart flutters.
You're welcome baby.
"Are you ready to return to work tomorrow?" He asks.
"No, but I am the CEO."
"You never wanted to be."
"Yeah but my father entrusted me and my mother needs me."
I watch as he takes another bite.
"Are you ready to start at my company tomorrow?" I ask.
He looks at me confused, he quickly swallows.
"What do you mean?"
"You promised not to leave my side for not a single moment. You go where I go."
"To do what?"
"Exist around me. Make every moment bearable."
He studies me before slowly nodding.
"Your mother says you have to go home and play happy family."
"Ok easy enough."
"I'll stay here and I'll meet you at the office every morning." He says with sad eyes.
"Artist?"
"Yes."
"You can't stay here."
His eyes go wide, "You're kicking me out?"
I frown, "You kicked yourself out. We will revise the Apartment contract. It's your place it always was. But that's not what I meant. You are not permitted to leave my side. Everywhere I go you go." I reiterate.
"To your family home?"
"You're my family home. Be with me always, sleep beside me every single night."
"Your mother won't like any of that."
"You are not negotiable. Also, you're wily. I can't take my eye off of you for even a moment."
"Then don't. You're so right. I don't know how to act. I need your constant supervision."
"Attention?"
"That too."
I smile, my brat is so adorable. He lifts his sandwich and takes a big bite. He slowly licks the cheese from his bottom lip and moans.
Instantly my body reacts.
I quickly stand. He looks up at me with furrowed brows. "Where are you going?"
I just peer down at him for a moment.
I want to kiss him, badly.
I take a breath, "Bathroom. Eat up." I say turning and swiftly leaving the kitchen.
-Art-
When I have finished my sandwich he still hasn't returned.
I quickly wash the dishes and go looking for him. I notice that after everything I feel anxious when he isn't near me.
I don't see him and my anxiety rises. I notice the balcony door is cracked and I sigh.
I slide the door, he is laying on one of the lounging chairs with his arm over his eyes.
Without thought I do as I always do.
I straddle him, lift his t-shirt and duck inside.
I nuzzle my nose into his chest and inhale him.
Hmm, mine.
"You're on my lap Artist." He mutters.
I shuffle forward off his legs.
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm not moving." I say pouting.
"You're being disobedient."
"You're being mean. I'm sleepy, let's take a nap."
"You're taking a nap under my shirt?"
"Yup."
He takes a frustrated breath as I nuzzle my nose into his neck.
"You're the reason why I keep having to replace my shirts."
"Buy bigger shirts." I say as I gently run my index finger against his collarbone.
"You are presently being a brat."
"I'm always a brat. Since you met me, and you made me a spoiled brat. You should be a more effective disciplinarian."
"Any suggestions?"
"You should tie me up more..like my legs too, spank me, blindfold me, maybe choke me."
He takes a deep breath, "That isn't punishment Artist, that's Funishment."
"I'll pretend not to like it."
"You're lying."
"You're right, I can't pretend I won't like it."
I wrap my arms around him tightly and sigh.
Suddenly, I feel him growing against me.
Hmm, I smile.
"Your dick is hardening behind your invisible boundary."
"That isn't any of your business."
"Yes sir."
I say as I lick the length of his Adam's apple.
He groans and shudders.
I feel more bold, I lean forward and gently kiss his Adam's apple before sucking there.
He swiftly clears his throat and pulls me from beneath his t-shirt by both my arms.
I stare down at him and try not to look smug, or bratty.
"What's wrong?" I ask innocently.
"Cut the act seducer. You know exactly what you're doing. You're testing boundaries."
"It's the least I can do since you're constructing them. Just knocking to see if they're solid." I challenge.
"Get off of my lap Artist."
I slide my fingers against his stomach and bite my lip.
"Make me."
He tightens his grip on my arms and the sensation instantly turns me on.
Harder.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes seemingly to gather himself.
I push myself back slightly to feel his arousal against me.
I moan the moment I feel him between my legs. Super fucking hard.
In an instant he leans forward and wraps his arms underneath by butt and stands lifting me.
My heart immediately picks up pace as he carries me towards the bedroom.
He drops me onto the bed and peers down at me.
In response I place one arm behind my head as my hand glides past the band of my briefs taking possession of my arousal.
I stare back at him as I touch myself.
"You can't help yourself can you?"
"Nope."
He rolls his eyes, "I'm going for a run."
I smile sweetly, "Do what you need to buttercup."
He glares at me but he can't help himself his gaze drops to my crotch.
When he notices that I saw him look he quickly turns his back and flees.
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Brat- 1
-Fiat-
I run for an hour.
I'm so pissed, I'm more turned on.
Usually when I'm this mad I would fuck the rage away but I won't give him the satisfaction.
What a fucking brat.
Will he really never stop challenging me, daring me, seducing me?
Is this punishment for me or him?
He seems throughly entertained.
I have no choice I'll have to step it up.
The image of me punishing him with my dick pops into my head and I remind myself that never works.
I have created a fucking monster that I have no true clue how to tame.
Maybe I should just tie him all the way up every night, possibly during the day too.
Nope, he would would like that.
The image of him completely bound as he kneels on the bed in front of me flashes in my mind and my body tightens.
Fuck!
Word to the wise tame your brat early or you'll have an Art on your hands.
This officially means war.