Taming a Brat Pt. 20

"Party over so soon?" Claire pretended to pout.

"Actually, I'd like to stay. Can we, Sir?" Alias looked at me submissively. Instantly, I realized what she was doing.

"We can stay, but we have to move to a different part of the club," I replied.

"Yes, Sir," Alias nodded, linking her arm with mine and smiled up at me.

"If you'll excuse us," I shot Claire a victory smirk as I stepped around her, Alias by my side.

"If you'll go fuck yourself," Damion said to Claire as he walked by with Sarah. I could help but chuckle to myself.

We made our way to the demo room, where there was a scene in session. Tonight's demo seemed to be based on impact play, ironically enough. I wasn't sure how Alias would feel, but she was now leading me over to an open booth at the back. Sarah and Damion found their own close by. I wrapped my arm around her as I slid in beside her, and she leaned into me, looking up as if she wanted a kiss. I happily obliged, kissing her gently.

"Are you okay?" I mouthed to her. She nodded yes with a smile, but it wasn't quite convincing enough. I didn't know what to say to her, as we both had quite the revelation just a minute ago.

She turned her focus back to the scene, and I watched her intently, studying her subconscious reactions to the sight in front of her. Her eyes fixated on the submissive, who was taking a riding crop to the ass cheeks quite well. The submissive whimpered loudly enough for us to hear all the way over here, and Alias seemed concerned. She looked at me worriedly as if something were wrong.

"Everything is consensual, remember?" I reminded her.

"It seems like he's hurting her," Alias replied.

"He is, but he isn't. See how he rubs the places he strikes? He replaces the pain with a soothing touch. She recognizes that he will comfort her through the pain of the punishment, so she takes it. The cries are only a natural, human response," I explained.

"She enjoys it though? How can you tell?" Alias furrowed her eyebrows, trying to make sense of it all.

"Well, she keeps arching her ass higher in the air. That's her way of asking for more," I smirked at her as realization set in.

"Why would she want him to keep punishing her?" Alias still wasn't quite comprehending.

"Do you enjoy it when I tell you not to cum?" I looked at her knowingly, trying to put it in terms she could understand.

"I like it a lot," She blushed.

"You'd like release, but yet you allow me to keep you on edge. You like that your pleasure is utterly in my control. It's the same with impact play. She knows she will be rewarded if she takes her punishment well," I explained.

"I see... but that doesn't explain how she enjoys being struck," Alias questioned further.

"The pain amplifies the pleasure," I replied simply. There was really no other explanation besides enjoying the sensation of pain.

"Can you show me?" Alias bit her lip nervously.

"Alias," I glared at her. I definitely wanted to, but it wasn't one of her interests. I couldn't help but feel like Claire's remark also was playing a factor in her sudden change of heart.

"I just want to see," She replied softly.

"Come with me," I stood, extending my hand to her. She started to protest, but to my surprise, corrected herself and took my hand. I led her to the stairwell up to the roof access and ushered her to go in front of me. I pushed the door open for her, and she seemed to take a huge breath of fresh air as she walked outside.

"How'd you know I needed air?" She giggled at me.

"It's apart of the job description," I teased, leading her over to the railing where we could look over into the empty field of darkness around us.

"I have to ask," She stopped in front of me, seriousness in her tone.

"Ask," I wrapped my arm around her waist.

"Did you know?" She sighed, dropping her gaze from mine.

I stroked her hair with my other hand gently, "Know what?"

"That Claire was-.."

I cut her off, "Absolutely not. I wouldn't hide something like that from you."

"You never wanted to know who the guy was?" She looked at me with sadness in her eyes, almost disbelief.

"No, and clearly, you didn't want to know who the girl was," I spoke to her softly, my hand cupping her face.

"I saw a picture of her though," She looked at me questioningly.

"I only found out when I woke up to all of her things gone," I explained to her.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to know," She apologized, looking into my eyes, "Do you miss her?"

"Not at all. You're all I want, Alias," I smiled at her hopefully.

"Do you really mean that?" She batted her eyelashes, the corner of her lips turning into a smile.

"I really mean that," I kissed her gently.

"Only me?" She bit her lip slowly, teasingly.

"Only you, Alias," I replied, eyes remaining on her plump, pink lips.

"Prove it," She smirked devilishly. I chuckled at her, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Alias, we have been over this," I smirked at her suggestively.

"Prove It," She dared me, glaring seductively into my eyes. I pushed her back a step, placing her perfectly between myself and the railing. I put my thumb under her chin, tilting it so she was looking up at me.

"Don't provoke me," I narrowed my eyes at her, desire to correct her burned inside of me.

"Or else what?" She smiled innocently.

In one motion, I spun her around, jerking her waist back and holding her back down with my other hand so she was bent over the railing. I smirked to myself as she gasped loudly in surprise. I admired her in this position for a moment before firmly pulling back on her ponytail until she was standing with her back pressed to my chest.

"I said don't provoke me," I whispered harshly in her ear, giving her one last chance to redeem herself.

"To which I replied, or else what?" She repeated, voice full of attitude. She pushed her ass into my crotch, wiggling teasingly. She squeezed my hands so I was holding her waist tighter. I held her hips firmly, causing her movements to stop. In response, I received and loud huff of frustration to which I couldn't help but take satisfaction in.

"You could just ask for what you want," I whispered softly to her.

"And you could just put me in my place," She retaliated, shooting me a look full of sass over her shoulder. I dug my fingers into her hips, causing her to gasp loudly.

"What a wonderful suggestion," I smirked, "Walk."

"What?" She asked as if she were surprised.

"Walk. We're going downstairs," I motioned with my eyes toward the door.

She turned around with a wicked smirk, as if she were victorious. Little did she know we were not going to play. I smiled to myself as I considered what her punishment might be this time. She sashayed her way to the door, shooting me a smug smile as she waited for me to catch up. I followed behind her until we made it back to the main hallway where I wrapped my arm around her waist to escort her the remainder of the way. I led her to the playroom, entered the code, and opened the door for her. She was full of giddy and excitement, as was I.

"What do you want me to do, Sir?" She batted her eyelashes at me innocently.

"Beg," I smirked, walking past her to take my seat and enjoy the show.

"Beg?" She almost scoffed, "What do you mean?"

"Come here," I wasn't going to bother explaining myself. She hesitantly obliged, making her way to stand in front of me.

"Kneel," I motioned for her to get on her knees. I watched contemplation creep across her face before she slowly dropped to her knees, eyes locked on mine.

"Drop your head," I raised an eyebrow. Frustration was clear in her expression as she lowered her head to look at the floor.

"Knees apart," I instructed her. She scooted her knees, causing her short dress to ride up to her hips revealing a thin black thong.

"Beg," I stated simply.

"Please, Sir," She whimpered out quietly.

"Please what?" I pretended to not know what she wanted.

"Please play with me," She glanced up at me, to which I sternly glared at her until she dropped her gaze again.

"Why should I?" I questioned her.

"Because..." She trailed off, not knowing the answer.

"Do you deserve it?" I smirked to myself.

"Yes, Sir," She nodded, eyes remaining on the floor.

"Oh, really now? How so?" I teased, "You have behaved?"

"No, Sir," She bit her lip as she realized.

"I didn't think so. You have to behave to be rewarded, my sweet girl," I leaned forward, talking to her in a low tone.

"Please, Sir. I will behave," She pleaded.

"I gave you a chance, didn't I?" I asked her.

"Please," She whimpered, "One more chance."

"That's not how it works," I smirked, teasing her.

"You said to beg," She huffed frustratedly, keeping her eyes down.

"I did," I chuckled, "You're begging for the wrong thing, love."

"What do I beg for, Sir?" She asked innocently.

"Punishment," I leaned back in my chair, ready to hear her plead for me to punish her.

"Why do I have to be punished?" She pouted.

"I've told you before, brats get punished," I replied firmly.

"But I want a reward," she pleaded, peaking up through her eyelashes at me.

"Then I would behave if I were you," I smirked at her.

She huffed quietly, seemingly shoving down her inner brat and summoning the submissive. She fixed her posture and hand placement as she remained kneeled at my feet, spreading her knees wider. I enjoyed watching her character change at my command.

"Please punish me, Sir," She began, "Please."

"Why should I punish you, sweet girl?" I taunted her.

"For being a brat," She replied, "May I look at you, Sir?"

I hesitated, smiling softly to myself as her question registered. I was wondering if she would ever ask me.

"You may," I smirked as she lifted her head slowly until her eyes met mine.

Alias immediately pulled out the best puppy dog pout I'd seen yet, bottom lip poking out and all. How beautiful she looked kneeled before me, begging me to punish her. Pouting because I hadn't already started. I was becoming harder by the second as I studied the incredible sight in front of me.

"Please, Sir, punish me," She begged.

"How should I punish you, darling?" I smirked, ready to begin.

"However you see fit," She smirked a little, realizing she was about to finally be touched. Or so she thinks, of course.

"As you wish," I smirked as I stood from my chair, "Do not move."

She obeyed, not moving a muscle as I rummaged through a drawer of clamps for a particular set that I was looking for. I smiled to myself as I found the exact pair I had in mind. They had rubber on the tips of the clamps, so it would be more comfortable for her first experience. I could adjust the pressure on them as well, so they were perfect for a beginner. I took my seat back, loosening the clamps to where I knew it would be the right amount.

"Pull down your dress," I commanded. She glanced up at me questioningly, receiving a 'tsk' before she dropped her head and obeyed.

She slid the thin spaghetti straps from her shoulders, lowering the silk material underneath her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples immediately stood to attention as she exposed them to the cold air. I watched her shiver lightly before biting her bottom lip, undoubtedly recognizing how sexy she is like this. I reached forward, unable to help myself as my hands found her breasts. I fondled them gently, admiring them, flicking my thumb over each nipple carefully before I had to punish them. She moaned lightly, enjoying each delicate touch.

I showed her the clamps, and she took one in her hands, examining it carefully. She looked nervously down at her nipple and back up at me. I chuckled a little at her nervousness before taking the other clamp and putting it on her finger tip. She gasped loudly, quite dramatically really, before realizing it wasn't an unbearable pinch. She smiled softly then hesitantly nodded yes, signaling me to proceed. Normally, I wouldn't bother with the formalities, but I wanted to make sure Alias was comfortable every step of the way.

I rolled her nipple between my index finger and thumb, applying slight pressure to prepare her for the pinch that was to come. She relaxed to my touch as I caressed her breasts, her head leaned back to expose her chest fully to me. I placed a clamp on her right nipple and she immediately cried out.

"Fuck, Kane!" She yelled, looking down at her throbbing nipple squeezed tightly between the clips. Naturally, her hand flew to touch it, to which I abruptly caught her wrist midair. She looked up at me, contemplating her reaction. I shook my head signaling her not to touch the clamps, and she slowly dropped her arm in obedience. Before she could pout, I placed the other clamp on her left nipple. She hissed at the sensation, which then turned to a low moan. Her body language let me know she was enjoying it, but the sensation was still foreign to her.

She whimpered as I delicately rubbed circles around the clamps, trailing my fingers across her collar bone and down the center of her chest. I could tell the initial shock was wearing off as her head rolled back, embracing the slight sensation from the clamps. She wanted more, just as I had hoped.

"Play with your clit," I instructed her, "Slowly."

Her hand slid slowly up her thigh until her fingertips found her core. She bucked her hips ever so slightly as she slid her fingers underneath the thin material of her thong. She gripped her thigh tightly with her other hand as she rubbed circles around her clit, already desperate for more.

"Stop," I demanded. She shot me a look with pleading eyes, but her punishment had only just begun.

"Stand," I raised an eyebrow as she used my knees for support, slowly rising to her feet.

"Take off your shoes, dress, and panties," I smirked as she carefully slid off each item I named. I was surprised by her swiftness, clearly, she had realized not to tease me.

"Sit in my lap," I sat back in the chair, adjusting so she could fit comfortably.

She put her right knee between my thigh and the arm of the chair and repeated the same motion with the left until she was straddling me. I slid my hands delicately up her thighs, stopping high enough to tease her before bringing them back down to her knees. What a shame this has to be punishment.

"Continue," I smirked, enjoying my front row seat.

Her jaw slacked, leaving her lips in an 'O' shape. She bit her bottom lip, deciding not to protest. Her hand found its way back to her clit, which I could easily see swollen with need. As she played, her juices glistened on her skin. I drowned watching her movements and listening to her light moans. When I felt she were enjoying herself a tad much, I reached up, tightening her right clamp.

"Ah! Fuck," She hissed, her movements halting.

"I didn't say stop," I glared at her, tightening the left now. She whimpered as her hand went back in motion circling her clit. I knew it was driving her crazy, but that's precisely why I had her doing it.

"Please," She pleaded.

"Please what?" I smirked smugly.

"Please touch me," She moaned lightly as she begged.

"Hm," I pretended to contemplate as I unzipped my pants slowly. My dick was practically ripping apart the material at this point, the sudden relief of pressure only brought the throbbing desire to be inside of Alias.

"Please, please, please!" She exclaimed as her eyes landed on my hands which were carefully exposing my painfully hard cock. Desire burned as she begged for me to fuck her. I took her hand from her clit and placed it around my dick. Instinctively, she stroked it carefully, desperately waiting for more.

"Please, Sir!" She pleaded again, this time much more convincing than the others.

"Sit," I scooted my hips down, motioning for her to sit directly on my cock.

She excitedly inched forward, hovering her wet entrance over my dick. Fuck, she made control beyond difficult. Using her hand to guide, she slowly sat down, sliding her tight pussy entirely down my length. We both groaned with pleasure as she rocked her hips forward and backward. I forgot the objective momentarily as I was consumed by the feeling of her. I caught her hips with my hand, holding them still until she did so on her own. I slid my hands up her sides, back to her breasts, tightening the left clamp again.

"I said sit," I corrected her as she cried out from the pressure of the clamp. As I tightened the right, she shuddered lightly, her walls tensed around my dick causing a groan to escape my lips. Fuck, her body loved what I did to it.

"Mmm, sorry, Sir," She mumbled, trying to focus on remaining still.

"Would you like me to fuck you, Sweetheart?" I smirked, holding her gaze. Her cheeks were already beginning to flush with excitement.

"Yes, Sir," She nodded submissively, "Please fuck me, Sir."

"Next time, you will ask for what you want," I smirked as I again tightened the clamps, her cries echoing off the walls.

"Yes, Sir!" She exclaimed with exasperation. I squeezed the bottom of her breasts, causing the clamps to shift.

"Next time, no bratting?" I questioned her intently.

She bit her lip slowly, "No promises, Sir."

"Ha!" I chuckled, removing the right clamp from her nipple, "Not surprising."

"I'm sorry, Sir," She pouted as I lightly flicked her nipple.

"You will be," I smirked as I abruptly placed the clamp back on her nipple. She moaned, dropping her head as the pleasurably painful sensation erupted back through her body.

I rocked my hips, causing her to bounce on my dick a few times before I pulled her all the way off. I pushed her hips backward until she was standing in front of me again. I stood, guiding her to the side of the chair and bending her over so her elbows rest in the seat, ass in the air towards me. She instantly went to grab her clamps as her breasts shift with the position.

"Don't touch," I stopped her before she could mess with them. She groaned, fixing her posture so I could access her easily. I teased her with the tip of my cock, circling it around her dripping entrance. I replaced my cock with my thumb, repeating the same motions and pressing firmly on her folds.

"Do you know how hard I would have been fucking you if you had behaved?" I taunted her.

"Please," She whimpered desperately in response.

"I suppose," I smirked, sliding my index finger inside of her, "I could make an exception this once."

"Please, Sir, I'm begging!" She cried out as I pumped my finger in and out of her slowly.

"You have been very good since we came in here," I smiled smugly to myself as I decided to reward her. Only a little, of course.

I removed my fingers and slid them slowly down her folds, grazing her clit with my fingertips. Swiftly, I replaced my hand with my cock, offering no warning as I shoved my entire length inside her tight pussy. I wasn't going easy on her. I roughly pounded in and out of her while she screamed my name and attempted to squirm out of my grasp. I thrived with how good I made her feel. She grabbed fistfuls of the seat cushion, clawing at the sides of the armrest with every thrust. As I felt my climax approach, I slowed to as steady pace, grabbing her pony tail and tugging it lightly to signal her to stand up. Her legs were wobbly, but she managed to find her balance with my support as I continued to fuck her. I loved the way she could barely function when my dick was inside her.

I pulled out slowly and guided Alias down to her knees so she could finish me with her plump lips. She happily obliged, wrapping her lips around the tip of my dick. She circled her tongue around, almost making my knees go weak. I felt my release quickly approaching as she found a rhythm bobbing her head back and forth, making herself gag to take my entire length. As I hit the back of her throat, I shot my load deep into her, her mouth tightening around my pulsating cock. I groaned with my release, pulling my boxers lightly over my dick as I made my way back to sit in the chair.