100 percent BRAT

I look up at him, his eyes finding mine. “I love you,” I say. “Thanks for letting your kink flag fly.”

He tucks my hair behind my ears and cups my cheeks with his hands. "Remember that trip we took to Vegas?"

I lift my eyebrows. “You wanna go watch strippers?”

He laughs. “No,” he says, “but I wouldn't mind a lap dance after dinner.”

“All pleasure, no pain?” I ask with a smirk.

He lowers his hands to my ass cheeks, squeezing them. “I'll give you what you want so long as you return the favor.”

“Oh, conditional love? I don't think that was a part of our wedding vows.”

He shakes his head, patting my ass. "There you go twisting my words again, looking for trouble."

I giggle. "I'm sorry. I can't help it! The brat just comes out of me. Luckily I have you tot set me straight."

When the macaroni and cheese is done, I pull it out of the oven and we sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy it. We've prepared a side salad and the bottle of wine is opened before us.

We laugh, talking about our days, and I tell him how things are going in Brats Forever, the online forum where all my best friends hang out.

“Are you going to tell them about this? About tonight, about the little game you played when I came home for dinner?”

I smile, taking a big bite of cheesy pasta.

“You're shoving all that food in your mouth to avoid the question,” he says with a grin.

I swallow. “I know,” I say. “I was avoiding it, but yes, I can't wait to tell them. They're gonna die. It’s probably gonna give some of them ideas about what they can do to their Tamers. What do you think about that?” I ask. “About our intimate moments being shared online?”

He wipes his mouth with a napkin then reaches across the table and takes my hand. “If the pleasure we find in one another makes someone else feel better, adds to their sex life, hell, I'm game.”

I squeeze his hand. “You're incredible. You know that?”

“Are you saying that because you're trying to get out of the lap dance?”

I laugh. “No. I wanna give you a lap dance. In fact, I wanna do all sorts of things with your lap.”

“Yeah. What sorts of things?” Boone asks.

“I want to suck you off in the shower. I want to get on all fours and have you take me in the ass. I want—–”

He holds up his hands. “Whoa, are you serious?”

I shrug, knowing I am being a terrible tease. “What?”

“In three years, we've never had anal.”

Feeling slightly bashful, I shrug. “I thought maybe it could be something fun to try. Some of my friends are really into it.”

He growls in desire. "See, you constantly surprise me. I thought that was off-limits."

“Who knows? Maybe getting tied up like that tonight made me feel more uninhibited, free.”

“Well, in that case, I should tie you up spread eagle more often.”

“Is that a promise, a guarantee, or a threat?” I ask, my pussy nice and wet at the thought of him claiming my body again.

He pushes away from the table, pulls me to stand, then picks me up by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder. “You can decide if it's a threat or a promise.”

Laughing, I say, “I think it's both.”

He tosses me on the bed, where I crawl up on my knees in glee. "In that case, I'm a lucky man."

“And I'm your forever brat?”

He unties my bathrobe, revealing my naked body. “Yes, Bree, 100%.”