Bully and the Brat

Anna walked down the hallway, finding Jeff getting ready for work. He had styled his hair with gel and doused himself in a sex in a bottle scent that made her swoon. He stood tall and dapperly dressed by the bar. On weak knees, she walked up behind him, debating whether or not to slap his ass. After a night full of multiple orgasms and sweet cuddles, she wanted to hug him, but hated being that vulnerable.

"Good morning, Perv," Anna slapped his firm cheeks.

"Aye!" Jeff turned to face her small stature, "Don't touch my ass."

She laughed, swaying her hips, "You looked like you were about to twerk it"

Jeff wasn't a morning person, which showed in his stern expression. He ignored the little girl insulting him at the crack of dawn and continued pulling a belt through his pants loop.

"Ew," she blurted for attention, "What are you doing? Go to the bathroom if you're going to jack off, perv."

"I am putting my belt on."

"Yeah. Sure, you are."

Jeff sighed. His brow cocked in annoyance as she strutted to the refrigerator in a pair of tight biker shorts, and a cotton crop top. He tightened the buckle, then wiped the tiredness from his eyes.

"You need to stop calling me a perv, it's getting kind of played out to be honest."

"You'd know about played out, wouldn't you, old man."

"That one too," he smirked, "It's getting old. And I am no more perverted than you are, little slut, remember you're the one that begged for MY cock in your ass last night."

"Oh my god," Anna rolled her eyes, reaching atop the refrigerator, "I did not."

"Oh you begged for it."

"Nuh-uh!" She tried to hide her humiliation, but it translated on her bright pink cheeks.

Jeff shook his head and watched her hop against the fridge to reach a large box of whole wheat Cheerios pushed too far from the edge.

"Ugh," Anna bounced back to her feet, her curly hair swaying across her shoulders.

Amused by her struggle, a smile spread across his bearded face. He didn't offer to help, blaming her for his exhaustion. Her plump ass and thick thighs jiggled with her need try. He had fucked the Brat out of her little body last night only to get it back in full throttle this morning.

Knowing Anna was too proud to ask for help, he chuckled at her next failed feat, "Do you need some help?"

"Uh, N..." Anna scooped the box forward and pulled it to the edge of the refrigerator, knocking a few magnets to the floor, "Nope. I got it."

"You're a shrimp."

Anna picked up the fallen decorations and bounced up on her feet. "Wait. What did you call me?"

"A shrimp."

"Why?"

"Because. You're a--a tiny little thing," Jeff curled his thick fingers.

"I am not that short," She giggled, her lash-donned eyes rolling up with annoyance, "That refrigerator is freakishly tall."

"That fridge is the same height as any other fridge."

"Is not. It's taller than any I've ever seen before."

Her poverty-stricken past came to his mind. He was right to assume she was used to cheap and outdated appliances.

"Alright," he confessed, lowering the bass in his voice, "Maybe you're right. The LGs are taller than most whirlpools."

"I know I am right!" she licked her lips, "I'm always right."

Jeff cleared his throat with a chuckle, "Doesn't take away from the fact you're a fucking Troll."

Pointing a thin finger at him, Anna warned him to watch the insults.

"Don't point at me. You're a shrimp who can't reach her breakfast. It's a good thing you married a tall man like me."

"You're like four inches taller than me, oh well."

"Four? You're fucking crazy."

Anna sighed, placing the box on the island counter as he approached to flaunt his six-foot-four-inch stature. She was barely five feet, and his broad shoulders casted a sensual shadow across her face, blocking the brightening sun through their kitchen window.

"Look how little you are."

"I got what I wanted, though," she smirked, posing with the cereal box. "So, ha."

"Yeah, after you jumped up and down fourteen times," he teased.

"Nuh-uh. Whatever. I'm normal height."

"Says who? An army of smurfs?"

She hunched over to laugh, "Oh my god, Stop picking on me, Perv! Go pick on someone your own size."

Jeff stepped up, wanting to pick her up and fuck her back into his good girl.

"I get it." Anna pushed his hard stomach, "You're tall..."

"And you're my pretty little girl." Jeff petted her head, "Isn't that right, little one?"

Looking up at him, Anna scrunched her face, "I thought I was a Troll."

"You're my troll."

Jeff wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. His embrace was all it took to start her engine. Anna felt the shift and needed to regress into his good little girl. Her hands shook at her side. It had been months, yet butterflies still sang songs in her gut.

"You're Daddy's little girl aren't you. You made me proud, last night," Jeff pinched her cheek, "Taking my cock in every hole."

Anna swallowed hard as his fingers danced along her face. His stare was intense, calling her to kneel. His thick digits crossed into her scalp with a relaxing massage that caught her breath.

"You took all of Daddy's cock in your ass and almost got it in your throat. You were such a good girl," he cooed, running a finger down her neck, "I can't wait until the day you can take it all in that little mouth, like a good little Troll."

"Oh my god stop!" Anna pulled away, with a groan, but Jeff grabbed her nape and laughed as she struggled free.

"Where are you going, Troll?"

"You're mean," Anna poked her tongue out.

"Put that tongue away." Jeff shifted his hand, holding it above her frizzy hair, "You've got to be at least this tall to kiss me."

She beamed, too infatuated with his tease to roll her eyes. "I wasn't trying to kiss you."

"What were you trying to do with your little tongue?"

Jeff leaned in, deadly close to her mouth. His breath held a tart mix of cigarettes and coffee, which worried her enough to frown. He was a destructive man known for his vices. She checked his eyes and figured he had already taken a drink this morning.

"I know you want to kiss me," he smiled

"No, I don't want to kiss you right now," Anna folded her arms, insinuating she knew what he had been up to.

"Why not?"

"You know why," she whined, fighting the urge to kiss his delicious hair-rimmed lips, "You've been smoking."

"Hmm," Jeff laughed, shaking his head.

"It's not funny. It's bad for your health."

"And? You not kissing me is bad for my health." Jeff brushed his lips against her face, "And I know you want to kiss me."

"I don't," her reply came, sounding as unbelievable as it was, prompting her to ask, "Have you been drin-"

Jeff sloppily lapped his tongue over her lips, ending her inquiry.

"Ew!" Anna pushed his chest, "You're so gross."

Disturbed, she dunked to grab a plastic bowl from the bottom cabinet, giving him a Birdseye view of her round ass.,

Jeff laughed, "You just love teasing me when I have to go to work, don't you?"

"I am not teasing you. Ah!"

Jeff slapped her ass.

"That hurt!" Anna barked and set her bowl down on the counter.

"That was payback for earlier," he smiled, leaning against the counter.

Anna sprinkled cereal in the bowl and then poured the milk. With his eyes glued to her every move, she could hardly breathe. His stare played up her insecurities. She rubbed her blemished cheek, hoping she looked promising in the orange glow.

"Why are you staring at me?" Anna finally asked, chuckling away her nervousness, "Don't you have to go to work or something?"

"Work can wait. I need to ask you something."

"What?"

Jeff took a deep breath. He was a 40-year-old man and had never felt this uneasy talking to a woman. It could have been her youthful glow, but Anna had a way of making him feel like a love-struck teen. It was a struggle calming the gut-wrenching sense that she'd up and walk out of his life any day now. Leave him alone and broken. That wasn't something he ever thought about with other women. He had them signed, sealed, and delivered, but this little girl had him on edge.

Jeff rubbed his hands together, his heart racing with nerves to ask, "I want to know if you were serious about what you said last night?"

"What did I say?'

"Come on, you remember," Jeff sniffed, shifting his tie, "You said you loved me. You said it a few times. Were you serious or just... I mean, you said it like you meant it."

Anna swallowed hard, nodding at the bowl of cereal to avoid the sparkle in his eye.

"Is that a yes?"

"I mean, I said it," she shrugged, sprinkling blueberries on her cereal

Jeff rubbed his chin, "You're something else, do you know that? Either you do or you don't. It's a simple fucking-"

"I do. I mean, it's just...." she giggled, using both hands to pour more milk to distract her anxious thoughts, "It's not that big of a deal. We live together. I figured I'd catch feelings for you."

"I'm glad the feelings are mutual." Jeff scratched his head, "You know you can say it anytime you want. Not just when I fuck the hell out of you."

"Uh," Anna twisted her lips into a smirk, knowing his statement was correct, "You're so cocky."

"Is that what you love about me?"

Anna shrugged, took a bite, and chewed, peering up as he lowered his frame.

"Tell me you love me."

"I am eating," she mumbled, covering her mouth with a small, manicured hand.

Jeff cupped her chin to face him, his eyes dark-hued and dangerously intense, "Say it right now."

Anna swatted his hand, uncomfortable discussing her infatuation with a full mouth.

"Tell me you love me."

"I'd love it if you went to work and let me eat my breakfast in peace."

"I am not going anywhere until you say it."

Her frustrated sigh saddened him. Daintily sipping the milk from the bowl, she ignored him and looked into a small space between the fridge and the stove.

"You're impossible." Jeff shook his head, "What are you scared of, huh?"

"I'm not scared of anything, I..."

Jeff grew bitter from her denial, "You know I've done more for you in the past year than anyone I've ever been with. You've got a room full of shit in that room, I've put money in your account. Hell, you've got my goddamn credit cards, for fuck sake. You're a kept woman, Anna. I make sure of that."

Anna set the bowl down, held his gaze momentarily, and then rolled her eyes. She hated how he constantly reminded her she had nothing. As rich as he was he would never be able to buy her affection.. She loved their unholy banter and skin-crawling cruel insults. This sentimental shit was unnerving and too mushy to read into.

"Come on, Anna."

Anna stuck her tongue out and took another spoon full of cereal, refusing to spill her emotions.

Jeff sighed and felt sorry for her for a moment. Perhaps her mother, locked behind bars and battling addiction, had failed to say it enough. His mother rarely had time for affection before she lost her battle. His father had said it for years, only for Jeff to reply with a grunt. He hadn't believed in true devotion until he fell for these big brown eyes avoiding him. Maybe this was karma at work, ensuring he fell for a little girl with a cold heart that matched his old one.

Jeff tickled her chin with his fingers, "Come on, baby girl. I... just tell me you love me," he pleaded, needing her acceptance to calm his sanity.

"I'll say it when I say it. I don't have to say it just cause you-"

Jeff rushed his palm around her neck. Squeezing her airway, he dragged her forward to his scowl. The sudden act reddened her cheeks. She grabbed his wrist, her eyes darting over his stern face.

"Tell me you fucking love me." His breath blew hot against her lips.

"Umm. I love you," she strained, heat rising in her loins.

Jeff tightened his grip, her light breaths enticing him to smile. "What do you love about me?"

"Uhh.."

This was what she loved, but she couldn't confess on the brink of orgasmic affixation. She fought for air. Losing the battle to breathe, she slapped his wrist, pulling away from his abuse.

"G-god!" Anna huffed. "You're c-crazy..."

"You are one hard-headed little bitch. Maybe next time I won't have to choke it out of you." Jeff lapped his tongue across the side of her face.

"Ew!" Anna lifted her stretchy top to clear his spit. "God, you're so annoying!"

Jeff laughed and rubbed his head, "I am not annoying."

"Yes, you are. I am trying to eat, and you're friggin' doing the most."

"Stop bitching at me and give me a kiss."

Anna rolled her eyes. "You need to go to work."

"I need a kiss before I go." Demanding affection, Jeff leaned in as if he hadn't called her slurs and choked her senseless, "Come on, pretty girl. Give Daddy a kiss."

Her first thought was to deny him, but she couldn't say no to those words. She leaned in and kissed his lips.

Anna quickly broke and grabbed his jaw, confirming her suspicions. "Why does your breath smell like whiskey?"

"Bourbon," he smiled, "Learn your liquors, honey."

Jeff shoved his thick tongue in her mouth and cupped her small breast. His tongue found a whole new world in her kiss. She was sweet as sugar and feisty as hell. The fireworks hit the heart as he explored her lips. Finding her nipple hard, he pinched the ripe bud through her top.

"Ow!" Anna broke with a scowl, but he caught her waist, leaning forward for more. Softening his kiss, he applied a lighter pressure to her tender bud, and she twirled her tongue to match his heated tone.

Jeff broke his kiss, leaving her lips wet and wanting. Kneeling before her, he pulled up her crop top. He took her hard nipple into his mouth and sucked her tender bud like a morning cup of coffee.

"Uh..." she held his bicep, her pussy creaming against her shorts, "Ohh god."

"I love these little tits," he moved to the other, rolling his palm from her hip to her plump ass.

"Hmm, MMm oh..."

Jeff ended the pleasurable suck, kissing down her soft stomach. She was prepared for his tongue, and her pussy throbbed for a lick. He kissed her crotch, boiling the water between her thighs.

"Oooh ha, ooh.."

"God I want to taste this pussy," he growled against her seam.

Anna boldly tugged at her shorts, offering to aid. But he stopped and looked up with a smirk. Letting his hairy chin rest on her stomach, he chuckled at her arousal.

"Lick it," she whispered.

"I can't. I have to go to work, and stop annoying you, remember?"

Anna shut her lips and pushed his forehead, pulling away from his tease, "Oh my god. You're such a... ugh! Now my cereal is soggy."

Tickled by her frustration, Jeff stood to his feet, wishing he had more time, "You're the one who said I need to go to work."

"Whatever. You need to eat breakfast like a normal person, and not drink alcohol first thing in the morning."

Walking toward the door with a Yeti cup of coffee and liquor, Jeff scanned her concerned features with a smirk, "This is my breakfast."

"Did you take your medicine?"

"Keep telling me you love me, and I might not need medicine," he winked.

"Jeff! That's not how things work."

"Relax. Those pills make me sleepy, so I take them in the afternoon. I'm on schedule. I got this, alright. You worry about being ready for Daddy when he gets home this afternoon."

Anna ditched her meal to tease him, "I don't wanna do nasty stuff tonight. I wanna cuddle and watch movies."

"Yeah. Cuddles and a movie. I got you."

"Yeah, right. I know you," Anna said, walking back to her breakfast. "Bye, Pervert."

"Bye bye, Horny brat." Jeff waved his large hand, "I better not find out you're playing with that cunt behind my back."

"Boy Bye, I don't do nasty stuff like you," Anna lied, knowing it was a must to ease the throbbing ache he had caused.

-

Eric worked half a day yesterday without a glimpse from his crush and told his client he'd have to get supplies to finish the job. Truthfully, he had them on hand and could have knocked it out in a few more hours. But he was holding out to see Anna. Unaware of her marriage to his newest client, he thought she was everything he needed in a woman.

When Eric returned to an empty desk the next day, he took his time rewiring the faulty wires. Knowing she worked there, he had to prolong the job to see her since he had purposely taken it. He didn't find fault with his stalker behavior. The two had been just friends for too long, and she had led him on for months. They had texted the previous day. It was a simple conversation that ended abruptly after an hour between replies, but it was something.

Eric looked over to see her coworker Craig overseeing some flooring construction on the far side of the building. Needing comfort and direction in this dilemma, he questioned him about her absence.

"Hey, what's up, homie?"

Craig turned around and smiled at the Hispanic guy, "How's it coming along?"

"A little tricky," Eric shook his head. "But, I say I should have everything done by the end of the week."

"Good," he nodded, taking a new iPhone out of his navy dress pants pocket. "I'll let Jeff know."

"Yo, is Anna coming in today?"

Craig didn't mean to, but he laughed at his interest in his boss's wife. He hadn't planned to mention it to Jeff, hoping the kid would be gone in a few days.

"Does she work today?" Eric asked again.

"Why are you asking me? She's your girl, right?"

"I mean, yeah, but. I wanted to surprise her. Take her out to lunch or something."

Craig raised his brow, interested in how far she had gone with the young man. "Have you talked to her today?"

"Uh, yeah," he lied. "I text her every day. But I was hoping to see her, you know?"

"I hate to break it to you, but Anna is a sales rep." Craig waved his hand across the bare showroom. "Since we have nothing to sell, I doubt she'll be around today or tomorrow."

"She was here the other day."

"Look, I don't really keep up with her work schedule. Jeff has her come in when...." Craig stopped talking when his boss opened the glass doors, "I was just about to text you," he said in an echo across the empty storeroom.

Jeff was in a bad mood; he could tell by his clenched jaw. His curt walk toward them made them both feel small. Craig had mimicked his boss's style over the past few months but he couldn't nail that sort of confidence. In his matching navy suit, he tried to stay calm and watched as Jeff shook hands with Eric and then smiled at him..

"What are you doing here? I thought your dad was in the hospital?"

"Yeah, but," Craig shrugged, "I-I figured someone needed to be here to let the contractors in."

"Yeah, you're right. I hadn't thought about that. I had to talk to my lawyer this morning and.... I appreciate that," Jeff patted his shoulder, then questioned Eric's electrical progress.

"I was just telling him I'll have everything in order by the end of the week," Eric grinned.

"Let's make it happen sooner." Jeff plucked his wallet and pulled three hundred from the leather slot. "That'll help, I'm sure."

"Uh, yeah. I appreciate it. But you know I want to do a good job, though. I don't like rushing, especially when you're being so generous."

"I love a timely job, so stay as late as you need to tonight," Jeff nudged his head to the ruckus in the corner, "Those boys'll need some power on this side come tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I got it."

Eric felt his phone buzz against his palm and quickly read the message. His heart dropped when he saw it was from another girl, not his precious-faced Anna. Still, he looked up at Craig with a smile.

"She said yes to a lunch date," he winked.

Nodding, Craig rubbed his head, unable to be his advisor in this situation. He had somehow made himself available to high school-style drama. Knowing Jeff had a temper, he felt it best to keep the sensitive subject a secret. Eric would be gone in a few days, and hopefully, Anna had enough sense to keep her affairs out of the public light or, better yet, stop her teasing ways.