Bratty/Playful

Carrie stayed on her knees between your legs, your cock still wet from her throat, and looked up at you with that same sweet, pretty face. But something had shifted in her eyes, a bright excited spark.

She did not ask again. She did not wait for you to explain.

Instead she smiled wider, almost like she had just been given permission to open a present she had been eyeing for weeks.

"Mmm, okay," she said softly, almost to herself. Then she giggled. "You want to be my ****? Like, actually mine?"

Before you could answer she wrapped her fingers around the base of your cock and gave it a firm possessive squeeze.

"Then this is mine now," she announced, her voice light and playful. "All of it. Your cock, your orgasms... mine. And I get to do whatever I want with them."

She gave the head a quick little flick with her fingertip.

You twitched hard.

Carrie’s eyes went wide with delight. "Oh my god, it jumped! Did that sting?" She did it again, watching your face the whole time. "Yeah... it did. I can tell. Hehe."

She shifted closer on her knees, still holding you, and let out another bright little laugh.

"This is so weird," she said, sounding genuinely giddy. "I have never really gotten to be mean like this before. But you want me to be, right? Just a little? Just enough to make you squirm?"

She did not wait for an answer. She leaned in and gave your cock a light slap, not hard but sharp enough to make it bounce. Then she did it again, giggling each time it twitched.

"Wow... it is getting so red already. And it is leaking." She swiped her thumb over the tip and spread the precum around. "Poor thing. It looks frustrated."

Carrie stood up, then swung one leg over your chest and sat down facing your cock. Her warm wet pussy pressed against your stomach as she settled in.

"I think I am going to like this," she said cheerfully. "Being a bratty owner. I get to play with my new toy however I want, and you just have to take it."

She reached back and started stroking you slowly, long lazy pumps that felt amazing until she suddenly stopped right at the edge and gave the head another sharp flick.

You groaned.

Carrie laughed again, that same bubbly almost innocent sound.

"Was that mean? Yeah, I guess it was." She sounded pleased with herself. "But you like it when I am a little mean, do you not? That is why you said you wanted to be my ****."

She started edging you properly then, slow steady strokes until your hips started to lift, then she would stop completely and just tap or flick the most sensitive spots while you throbbed helplessly beneath her.

Every time you got close she would giggle and pull her hand away.

"Nope. Not yet. Slaves do not get to cum just because they want to." She said it in a sing-song voice, like she was teasing a friend. "I get to decide. And right now I want to see how **** I can make you."

She kept you right on the edge, alternating between slow strokes, sudden stops, and light experimental flicks on the head. Every reaction you gave made her brighter and more excited. Your cock grew darker, leaking steadily onto your stomach while she watched with obvious fascination.

When she finally slid forward and sat on your face she was soaking wet.

"Lick," she ordered, still in that same playful tone. "And do not you dare cum. Not until I say so. That is your first rule."

She ground her pussy against your tongue while she kept playing with your denied cock behind her back, stroking, stopping, flicking, laughing softly every time you groaned into her.

When she came it was sudden and loud, her thighs squeezing your head as she rode your face through it. She did not let you finish. She just kept you throbbing and leaking the whole time, then finally climbed off, flushed and smiling.

Your cock was angry red, painfully hard, and dripping.

Carrie looked down at it and tilted her head, still grinning.

"I think we are leaving it like that tonight," she said happily. "No cumming for my new **** on his first day. That feels right."

She leaned down and gave the head one last sweet little kiss, then flicked it again.

"Do not worry," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "I am just getting started figuring out all the fun ways I can **** you."

Carrie curled up against your side, one hand resting possessively on your still-throbbing cock, and let out a contented little sigh.

"This is going to be so much fun," she murmured. "I can already tell."