Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | 100 percent BRAT |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Frankie Love |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B09Z325YMV |
| Book Information: | |
This story is short, explicit and written with your dirty little ass in mind. New Post from @BakingBrat: So … last night things got so hot. My tamer had a long day at work and was starving. He was so mad when I burned the dinner … didn’t tell him it was on purpose. Can’t help it! I was ready for some funishment. Thing is, if my man’s hungry -- I want to be the ONLY thing he eats. The set-up: A group of BRATS love to chat in an online forum about their sex lives. The stories: Each stand-alone story is a look inside the relationship of a BRAT and her TAMER. The steam: Scorching hot monogamous pairings with love, trust, and kink. | |
| Books by Author: | Frankie Love |
1
BREE
It's been a long week. Boone has been working crazy hours at his car detailing business. He's just opened a second location and I couldn't be more proud of the way he's working so hard to provide for us both.
It's letting me pursue my dreams of being a professional baker. And while I've just finished pastry school, I haven't exactly launched my business yet. Eventually, we'll both be entrepreneurs, but in the meantime, I am working on my recipes and my business plan, while he's at work.
And God, how I miss him. As I said, it's been a long week and I'm ready for some fun. I have a feeling he is too.
I look at my online shopping cart. I keep toggling between that and my Excel spreadsheet, where I'm working on my business plan. But the online cart is much more exciting. I look at what I'm considering purchasing: a pink teddy, a black fishnet bodysuit, and nipple clamps. Truth is, I don't want to have to choose between these items. I want them all.
Reaching for my credit card, I make a purchase, knowing Boone certainly won't mind. He always tells me there's no budget so tight that you can't afford some lingerie. That's just one of the many reasons I fell in love with him three years ago. Another reason was he didn't mind the way I like to play in the bedroom. Well, not just in the bedroom. I admit, my brattish tendencies surface in other places too.
God, just thinking about last weekend, the way he had me tied up to the bedposts, begging him to make me come, gets me wet all over again. Fuck, I'm so damn horny.
As if he knows how much he's on my mind, my phone buzzes. "Hey baby," he says when I answer. "What are you doing?"
I giggle. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"Basically, yes," I tell him with a laugh.
"God,” he groans. “Just thinking about you makes me want to jerk off in the bathroom."
"Well, it's your business. Can't you lock the door and do whatever you please in your office?"
He chuckles. "I don't want to waste my come like that. When I get off, I want you to be on your knees, sucking me."
I bite my bottom lip, my nipples go hard, my panties are soaked. "When are you coming home?"
"Sorry. That's why I'm calling, babe. I'm going to be late. I think I have another few hours before I can make it to the house. There was a problem with one of the mechanical parts of a cleaning machine we recently purchased. I've got to go over to the East Side location and help the manager."
If he could see me right now, he'd see I’m pouting. But at the same time, I know that everything he's doing is for us, to provide a better life for the two of us, and maybe one day, children.
"I totally get it," I say. “But I admit to hating that you are still at work while I’m at home.”
"Thank you for understanding. But you could always have a little fun by yourself while you wait." He lowers his voice to a sexy whisper. "Maybe a shower where you touch yourself?"
"Do I have permission for that? It's just, it's Friday night, and usually, that's..."
"I know," he says, "The start of our weekend. But I want you to enjoy yourself until I get home."
My belly flip-flops in anticipation.
Our weekend is when we get to play. We save ourselves during the weeknights so that by the time this days off come around, we're totally horny and ready.
"Well, I do need a shower," I tell him, "anda I can't wait till what I just ordered comes in the mail."
"What did you order?" he asks. I tell him about the items I just purchased online. "Fuck," he says, "now I'm really hard."
"Then go get that work done and come home sooner than later," I tease. "You know I hate waiting."
Boone chuckles. "I know, baby. I hate it too. Hey, when I get home, I just have one request."
"What's that?” I lick my lips, hoping the request is me, naked on the bed, waiting and willing.
"I was hoping you could have dinner ready for me. I'm hungry."
"Right," I say, frowning. That's not what I wanted to hear, but I know he has to get back to work. So I'm not going to make a fuss now. Later, maybe.
We end the phone call and I head to the bathroom, wanting to make sure that tonight I make all of Boone's dreams come true.
I take a long shower, using the coconut body wash that I know he loves. I lather it over my big tits. They're full and round, and I love how perky they are when he plays with them. I run the loofah between my legs. I squeeze my pussy together, nice and tight, and lean against the cool tile of the shower.