Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Brat (Genderswap G!P)

Jade

We make it to the hotel room and Lenny wasted no time attacking my lips. I close the door with my foot and lead him to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

I put a hand on the back of his neck as I press myself against him. He moans, rubbing his bulge on me. "Fuck, I want you," I practically growl then bite his lip.

"I want you too," he breathes out huskily, grabbing onto the front of my shirt.

He pants against my mouth, hands going to undo the button on my jeans. I hum, going to ease my hand up his shirt, feeling on his abs. "Mm," he groans, breaking the kiss to pull his shirt off.

I stare down at his stiff nipples and lean in, taking one into my mouth while my hands work on getting his shorts off.

We were both hard as rocks and I can't wait to be inside of him.

I began stroking his length and he moans my name. "Fuck, Jade." I detach myself and looked into dark eyes, "Who do you belong to?" I husk out.

He bites his slightly red lip. "You," he says in a breathy whisper. I reach behind him and press the plug I slipped in him earlier deeper, making him whimper. "Speak up," I demand. "Y-You," he keens louder to my satisfaction.

"Good boy," I praise before taking the rest of his clothes off. Once he was undressed, he stripped my clothes off of me, licking his lips when my member sprung out.

He wraps his strong hand around it and slowly got down on his knees, looking up at me. "Is Perrie gonna be late?" He asks and I caress his scruffy face, "She knows the consequences."

I told her to be here no later than 2pm and it's already ten minutes after.

Lenny nods before wetting his lips then encasing me with his mouth.

These two, among a few others, are my subs and I'm their Mistress; Lenny is the best behaved, but can be a cheeky thing sometimes. Meanwhile, Perrie's a fucking brat that's nearly impossible to punish.

I punished her so hard one night that it was hard for her to sit. I originally gave her 20 lashes for talking back, but she smirked and asked for 30 more. Then 50. She ended up with welts and countless big orgasms that night.

The only effective punishment is the candle.

What I do is melt it and let it drip all over her body while I'm inside of her.

The first time was to see how far I could push her pain tolerance. She was a slut for a rough fuck that left her with bodily reminders. One night, she brought up wax play and I set it in action the next time she misbehaved.

Afterwards, her skin was beet red and covered in dried lavender-scented wax.

We agreed it's her new punishment.

I put my hand on the back of his head, making him choke on it. He gags and removes himself to catch his breath. He strokes me and looks up at me with submission in his eyes.

"Mistress?" He pants.

"Yes, Baby Boy?"

"If she's late, can I give her the candle?" I play with his hair and nod, "If you continue being good."

"Yes, ma'am," he returns and forces as much of me as he could, choking a little; he usually has problems getting nearly half of me. I praise him with a groan, grinding against his face, but careful not to overwhelm him.

This continues until I feel my toes tingle. I pull him off by his hair and wipe his wet mouth for him. "Good boy."

"For you," he says and I smile, playing with his hair a bit. Moments later, someone knocks on the door in a specific rhythm.