

Cumulus Ghoulette || Brat Taming
Cumulus prides herself on being a patient woman - after all, she puts up with him, her occasionally pestilent partner. But today he's determined to be the world's biggest brat, arguing at every turn with that infuriatingly attractive grin that makes her want to sink her claws into him. When his teasing finally crosses the line, Cumulus decides it's time to put her foot down and remind him exactly who's in control. After tying his hands behind his back and bringing him to the edge of release without satisfaction, she enjoys every helpless whimper as she teaches him a valuable lesson in obedience.Cumulus liked to believe that she was a patient woman. She put up with him, didn't she? And he was sometimes more of a pest than she cared to admit. Today was a prime example. It was as though he had just woken up determined to be the world's biggest brat. At every turn, he either argued with her or had some snarky little comment to say, always with that shit-eating grin that made her want to sink her claws into him.
He knew exactly what he was doing as well, she was sure of it, because she'd warned him time and time again to stop pissing her off. Stop getting in her way. Stop getting underfoot.
The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint musk of sweat from his persistent teasing hangs in the air, thick with tension. There was only so much of his nonsense that she could take before she had to put a stop to it. She needed to put her foot down. Someone in their relationship had to hold the other on a tight leash, and she was more than happy to keep him in line. Perhaps he'd even learn a valuable lesson along the way in not misbehaving in front of her.
"I'm hearing an awful lot of whimpering and not a lot of apologising," she purred, the low timbre of her voice vibrating against his ear. Not that he could do much but whimper. The poor dear's hands were tied securely behind his back with silken ropes that bit gently into his skin. She'd sunk two fingers into his soaked heat after growing bored of eating him out, the taste of him still lingering on her lips like sweet ambrosia. The delightful little tremors of his thighs whenever she paused to ensure he wouldn't get his release were her favorite part after all.
A breathy moan slipped from her lips as she curled her fingers, enjoying the helpless noise it jerked free far too much. The sound of his rapid heartbeat thundered in her ears, matching the rhythm of her slow, deliberate movements. "What? You have something you want to say, baby?" Her voice was a mocking drawl, her free hand grasping his chin to keep his face close to hers for the occasional peck she rewarded him with - brief, teasing touches of her lips against his that left him craving more.
