Bully and the Brat

"Are you a good Bitch or a bad Bitch?"

I've been waiting for the second act of Wicked since I left the theaters last year y'all! Not sure if this will be approved by the time I get my ticket, but I had to show my love for it with the name since I am on W now, 🥰. This story has nothing to do with two witches fighting over a man, or does it??? 😜

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Raymond Anderson had the perfect submissive wife. She didn't cook or clean; that was the maid's job. Her job was more difficult than that, and he assumed she enjoyed every minute of it.

Rising from her sleep an hour before Ray, Kate turned the faucet on and stepped into the shower. She shivered, her pale pink nipples darkening and hardening to stiff peaks under the cold spring. It took a little longer for her skin to accept the discomfort, but she proceeded to wash her toned body, then applied a thick scrub, ensuring to focus on the light cellulite forming on her thighs.

After that round of torture, she went into a deep skin care regimen, makeup, and then a thorny scrub at her white molars. She tiptoed to her vanity and spritzed perfume in all her hot spots before slipping into her black heels.

Ray woke as he always did, unless Kate was sick. His eyes fluttered open to see her kneeling in service beside the bed with a long red-tailed butt plug cascading across her taunt ass. She watched his descent from their king bed and hurried to his waist before his size thirteen feet hit the floor.

Raymond pulled her blonde hair back as she worshipped his cock with sniffs, forming a ridge in his boxers. He was a quiet lover with Kate, seemingly in tune with her desperation. Giving her a quick pat on the head, he gave her permission inside his boxers, where her quaking fingers took liberty with his six inches. She whimpered her need for each inch and slipped his tip into her mouth.

"Mmmm." Rolling her tongue out, Kate leaned in, taking him away.

"Oh. Fuck," Ray stumbled back onto the bed and widened his legs, "Hmm, yeah," he chuckled, surly pleased with his life.

Kate loved sucking cock and exercising her throat's capacity. She took him to the depths, then back with a smile. It took a little less than two minutes before Ray was coming in her throat. She spat his load down his shaft and immediately stroked to get him off with a postrush. His body arched until he closed in on her with a stern expression.

"That's enough," Ray rubbed her head.

Kate nibbled her bottom lip as her husband stood up from the bed. As much as she loved him, she missed his brother, Jeff. She had swapped sides a year ago, winning a large diamond on her ring finger and less bruises on her body. Jeff was a toxic man. But his control was sexual and duty-free. He wanted her cumming until she grew sensitive enough to beg him to stop. Never would he stop at a blow job; he'd finger her senseless, then give her a rough pounding with fetishy desire, naming her his Bitch and puppy slut.

Ray covered his shoulders with a robe, "Go get my water ready."

"Yes, sir." Kate stood for the order, shaking off her comparing thoughts of Jeff.

Jeff never took their dynamic as seriously as Ray. He never gave her daily tasks to complete. Ray was open to taking her to new lengths of discipline and exploring her Pet play Kink. He walked her around the neighborhood with a leash at times, alarming his neighbors of their sexual interests.

Ray went into the steamy bathroom and wrapped his arms around her. Affection was key to a healthy relationship, which she never got from Jeff. Ray hugged her like this every day and placed his collar around her neck. He pulled it tight, urging her to bend against the counter.

Ray eased the plug from her asshole, giving her pale cheeks a rough slap, "Leg up."

Kate hoisted her leg onto the counter, keeping her eyes on his handsome reflection. His blonde hair fell over his brow as he focused on getting his semi-erect cock in her tight ass. He worked it in rough, watching her cheeks rise in agony.

"That's a good puppy," Ray panted, breaking into her asshole.

Despite her earlier distraction, Kate was thrilled by his rough, yet gentle, strokes. Her asshole fit around his cock like a wet cunt, and he hauled in with ease.

"Aahh, aha," Kate lifted her head as a delicate sensation hit.

"Do you like that, girl?"

"Woof...Woof, ah, woof," Kate barked like a desperate puppy, widening her leg across their bathroom counter. His eyes bore into her soul, giving her a short Ray of hope that perhaps this was love.

"Are you my good puppy?"

"Ooh, Yeah-eah," Kate breathed, reaching down to fondle her clit. Before she could get herself off, his pumps slowed. She felt a trickling warmth spreading in her asshole, then his cock backed from her void. Frustrated with the hasty fuck, she stayed in position, praying he would finger fuck her to completion.

But Ray was already in the shower, scrubbing a rag against his scarcely haired chest. After Kate helped him into his suit. She again blew him to completion and straightened his tie. She kissed his cheek and sent him on his way.

Back in her bedroom, Kate dressed in her lounge wear, and then wandered into the kitchen for a cup of tea. Reflecting on her past with Jeff, she knew she was blessed with this new, blissful dynamic. Ray was everything she needed, but she missed those chaotic times with Jeff. Her heart twitched with regret. Grabbing her phone off the counter, she sent him a text.

-Hey, has Ray made it to you yet? He isn't answering my calls.-

Kate paced for an answer. Since Jeff had never before made her a priority, she knew he wouldn't respond right away. But to her surprise, a message appeared all too fast and far too friendly.

-Hey. No. I am still home..-

-I know it's early. Sorry for bothering you. But since you're up, how have you been?- Kate nibbled her bottom lip.

A message came in that instantly made her wet.

-I am great. How are you-

-I'm fine.... How's married life?"

-We fight a lot.-

Kate plopped down on the couch with a robe draping her shoulders. Taking a sip of tea, she processed how she'd respond. She assumed that if they were fighting, he was unhappy.

-I don't remember us ever arguing about much- Kate typed.

There was a pause, nearly a minute long, that made her fingers twitch. Had she said the wrong thing? She started to type more, but a message finally appeared.

-We never fought?-

-Minor spats, but you've always been able to shut me down. You had a way of putting me ......-

Kate erased her message, taking a deep breath to stop her rattled nerves, -What did we have to argue about? I knew my place. I was never disrespectful to you, unlike someone else. She really beats all I've ever seen. The way she talks to you isn't right, sir. It makes me sick to my stomach.-

Kate regretted it as soon as she hit send, but Jeff had to know how she felt.

Jeff wasn't a tech guy. He had recently updated to a Samsung, leaving the sacred Apple. He couldn't understand the new update so he settled for a simple Motorola. He hadn't ended his apple account, instead got a new number. His iPhone was linked to his iPad. His wife, Anna had his iPad and received all messages on the device.

With twinkling brown eyes, Anna started down at the text exchange, her tiny fingers pressing over the glass keyboard.

-We had good times?- Anna pressed send.

Kate smiled, tilting her head as her thumbs jumped to reply, -Of course. I laugh all the time thinking about the crazy things we used to do."

-What did we do? I can't remember things in my old age-

With her guard down, Kate replied with glee, "You're not that old, sir. What didn't we do? Travel, Parties, the clubs. You know, sometimes I regret getting married. I know you do, too. You've always been a free spirit ❤️ You love to get in trouble. You need a true accomplice like me, not some inexperienced little girl. With me, you had complete control over your property. I would have done anything for you. I still would do anything for you."

Anna fluttered her thick lashes over Kate's daring manifesto. Like the man she was pretending to be, her head was in the gutter.

-Do you have videos of us having sex-

-You know I do. I watch them way more than I should.-

-Send them all to me-

-What for?-

Anna giggled as she replied, -So I can jack my little dick-

-Why would you say it's little, lol? It's anything but small. It's bigger than your brothers-

Anna laughed out loud. Her laughter faded when the screen flashed on. She scrolled through the six videos, most of Jeff fucking Kate in various positions. However, there was one video that featured numerous people. Anna clicked the clip and came face-to-face with Jeff's POV. He was fucking a blonde woman with short hair. His deep grunts came in and vibrated against her eardrum. Her heart sank into a knot as she watched his large hands clasp over her narrow waist. She was ashamed of how much it turned her on.

Before she could zoom in on the background, the camera shifted to face who she expected was Kate in the orgy, fucking an elderly man. The cameraman then held the camera down to another blonde-haired beauty who was sucking his cock. He swayed the shot to the left, and her eyes widened. There were so many naked bodies grinding on couches, chairs, and some people were sprawled on the floor and fully immersed in sin.

"Anna!" Jeff called.

"Yeah," Anna turned the iPad over, but the action still played in her ear.

"I'm headed out. Are you still coming in later to clean up?"

"Yeah-eah," Anna took her headphones out to stop the chorus of moans and squeals in her ear, "I'll be there. But Ray better leave me alone."

"Fuck, it's Friday." Jeff turned his head, "How did you know Ray was coming? When did I tell you that?"

Anna giggled off her slip-up, "You. I .... You said it when you were on the phone... Yesterday?"

"Oh," he sighed, "Well, I might not be there when you get to work. We have some business we need to attend to. I'll have Craig help you clean, alright?" Jeff tapped the door frame and left the room without a proper goodbye.

Figuring he was stressed about his brother's visit, she didn't stress about his mood. She held the iPad upright, her eyes lustfully sparkling through the small screen. The front door hissed, announcing he was gone, and she quickly led her panties to the side.

Anna didn't make a sound, following her tried and proper rhythm. She scanned the video as she rubbed. It ended short, and she clicked the next, inviting envious feelings to her arousal. Kate rode his cock like a professional. She was perfect, her stomach flexing with each slide down his cock.

Anna breathed away her jealousy and focused on Jeff, his hand leisurely resting on his stomach as she rode. He brought his hand to her large breasts and squeezed while she moaned her excitement in Anna's right ear. Despite her jealousy, it was coming. Her fingers were shaking below to keep herself afloat. Her pussy gushed without warning, but she kept stirring, overwhelmed by Kate's pink clitoris scrubbing against his hairy pubis.

"Ooh, oh," Anna panted excitedly as the camera turned to face Jeff, his beard cut down and his stomach more toned at a youthful age. He was hot, but nothing compared to the present Jeff, with his salt-and-pepper beard and slightly wrinkled eyes.

Anna looked up, focusing on Jeff's deep moans, her face flushed with dire obsession. She arched and felt the mild tingling eruption.

"Mmmhm, oh, yes," she breathed through the sickening bliss.

Anna closed her eyes. The comedown gave less sense to her earlier obsession. Pulling her panties back in place, she looked at the screen in disgust before exiting the app.

"Oh my god, I am so weird," she admitted to herself, hopping off the mattress.

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Morgan Lewis, who was a cool guy when he was wasted, was strictly about business today, professionally flipping through the pages of notes concerning his client, Jeffery Anderson. He knew of Jeff's temper and unconventional lifestyle. While attending the same college as his younger brother, Ray, he had visited their family home several times and witnessed their wild antics. Although representing the Anderson Family was never his ambition, he had always known that the time would come when they would call.

The Youngest Ray was an undercover sadist, but the oldest, Jeff, was just a violent man. The simple assault charge Morgan was working on was one of many on record for Jeff. It was nothing Morgan couldn't handle in an hour, but the real concern was the impending sentence. Without a guilty plea, Jeff was looking at ten plus years.

Settled confidently on a leather couch, Jeff felt a sense of ease in the air, undeterred by the nature of the situation. As he casually scrolled through sports stats with a yawn, he tapped his foot to a song in his head. He regarded his case as a mere formality--one that was now firmly in the capable hands of his new lawyer. He had bigger worries, and this was not one of them.

"Uh, fuck, this Therapist's evaluations are insane," Morgan said, peering over at Jeff, "Becareful how you talk to her. She's definitely going to testify."

"I don't like her," Jeff mentioned. "I need you to get me another one."

"Excuse me?" Morgan uncomfortably shifted in his seat, "I-I can't do that. I had to jump through I don't know how many hoops to get you the last transfer."

"Well, get to jumping, then."

"No. You are already three weeks in. We are not starting over. That will move your court date back... at least three months. I've got other clients, man. You're just going to have to deal with her. You've got five more weeks of this and then you're done."

Jeff sulked, keeping his eyes on the bright screen below. Overwhelmed by his workload, Morgan rubbed his forehead, feeling the pressure building in his temples. He flipped to another page, his blood pressure medication working overtime to cope with everything on the paper.

"Jesus, Jeff. Why the fuck are you talking about your wife in therapy?" Morgan patted his forehead, "This isn't good."

"Huh?"

Morgan rolled his shoulders, nervously looking through the doctor's comments, "The feeling must be mutual. This woman's got one on you, I'll tell you that."

"How?" Jeff raised his brow, "I haven't talked to her about anything. She asks questions, I answer them."

"YOU have. Look, when you talk to this woman, please keep it light, man," he clarified, sitting up to get a better glimpse of his client, who seemed too relaxed for his effort, "Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"LISTEN to me, man," Morgan clenched his fist, "This judge doesn't like you. She's trying to prove a point. And I am trying to prove her wrong."

Jeff laughed, "Allison Hudson is only mad because I fucked her daughter."

"I know. That's why we have to be careful with witnesses, Jeff. We have to prove you are a changed man, but it won't fucking work if you keep bringing up this chick."

"What chick?" Jeff scrunched his nose.

Morgan rubbed his nose and hesitated to explain, "Jeff, you are a violent offender, says Clark County PD, and with a 21-year-old wife. It doesn't look good. And now this woman has painted the picture like as if you forced her into it. She's basically calling you a fucking Groomer."

"What?" Jeff shook his head, although that was the case. He had stalked her, raped her and forced her into his house. She was younger than he usually liked. But she had nobody to help her navigate the world. He figured she was better with him than where she came from. But guilt still shadowed his hard features and stopped the music in his head.

"I never told that bitch how old she was." Jeff told him.

"Records, Jeff." Morgan steadied his gaze, "Just don't bring her up again, alright?"

"It kinda hard since I see the kid every day," Jeff bitterly chuckled.

"I get it. But this is serious."

"I know." Jeff glared at him, "I am paying you to be serious."

Morgan scratched his head, "Like I said. Just keep it light in therapy. You don't have to tell her everything; answer the questions as simply as you can. It's simple. Pretend she's a chick you're trying to fuck and get over on. You're good at winning women over, hell I couldn't get a 21 year old when I was 21," he laughed, hoping to clear the tension he has created.

"Seeing the last woman I claimed is now wearing my brother's ring, I don't think I am as good as I thought."

"We both know what Kate is about," Morgan chimed with a grin, "I think you dodged a bullet there, Champ."

"I guess, I am a changed man."

Morgan laughed, "Alright. Sign these fucking papers then, changed man."

Jeff sat up and whistled as he sighed the papers. He didn't regret telling the therapist about his wife. Shed actually given him advice that was working in his favor to keep himself on Anna's good side. He was learning to control his emotions.

The office door sprang open, and Jeff unbent his tall frame.

"Whoo!" Ray howled, "What's up, boys?"

His brother's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, and Jeff stiffened from the playful jab to his lower back.

Morgan stood to his feet and folded his arms around his Frat brother.

"We were just talking about you. Nothing good as always. How you been?"

"You Fat bitch," Ray laughed, wiggling his gut, "What happened?"

Morgan patted his stomach, "I Married a Chef."

Ray patted his back, "I'd rather a slut who knows how to suck cock, than weigh me down."

Morgan's laugh erupted, lightening the tension in the room. Ray knew his wife was a true plaything. Noting his joke didn't amuse Jeff, Ray stepped to his brother, his eyes meeting his in a match.

"My brother likes the cooks. Anna cooks, right?"

Jeff snapped back from the flashbacks of his brother's wife sucking his cock to nod. That wasn't their main issue; it was just a minor detail in the larger problem, which was money. Jeff had inherited his father's fortune, sold the family home, taken over the family's chain of furniture stores, and turned Ray's life upside down. He gave only a small amount to both of his siblings, and in return, Ray pursued the woman he believed Jeff was in love with.

Little did Ray know, Jeff had emotionally distanced himself from his decade-long love affair with Kate long before she married him. Jeff figured she was jealous that he had chosen to marry a stranger instead of her to secure his family's wealth. Refusing to be left with nothing, Kate got revenge the best way she knew how--by marrying the one person he loved. Her deceit hadn't ruined her loyalty to him, nor had Ray's. Jeff had never truly trusted them. He felt nothing for Kate except for a natural attraction to her purchased body. Through the years, he had invested in keeping her double D's flawless, and assumed that now his brother was responsible for the upkeep.

Jeff looked up as they continued living in the past with college memories.

"You two act like y'all graduated 10 years ago," he dropped back into his seat.

"Feels like forever ago," Morgan shrugged his shoulders, "But we do need to wrap this second matter up. I've got a meeting in an hour. So, this Pedro guy is a friend of yours?"

"Yeah." Jeff sat up, determined to save his illegal partner, "I bought the place from him, so I'll take the charge and pay the fine."

"What?" Ray turned his nose up in disgust, "When?"

"Like a week before," Jeff cleared his throat.

"My god, you won't be satisfied until you buy this whole shitty town, will you?"

"It's a good investment," Jeff assured with a wink.

Ray shook his head, "No. You're playing Monopoly with the family money, and it's absurd."

"It's my money." Jeff narrowed his eyes, "If I want to burn it in the back yard, I will."

"Oh, you already fucking did that when you-"

"Guys," Morgan interrupted, "I'm on a deadline here. Let's get the legal shit out of the way, then you boys can wrestle."