[F4TM & F4M] You're a bratty boy, aren't you? (WRITTEN)

It's 8'o clock on a Sunday morning, and I wipe the sweat from my brow after completing my morning run. The cold, morning breeze caresses the back of my neck as I take a breath; pushing open the door of my favourite coffee shop. 

You see me walk in, dressed in running shorts and a sports bra - headphones cradled around my neck.  You seem to like the view; a fit, tall woman who looks like she's on a warpath. You always had a thing for women who intimidate you. 

I walk toward the counter with a smile. I always loved being the first person in here. The pastries and cakes still warm from being fresh out the oven, the smell of cinnamon and coffee beans tickling my nose. You stare at me, a blush creeping up your cheeks and I haven't even looked at you yet.

"G-Good morning," You smile, and I raise my dark eyes to meet yours. "Oh, good morning, cutie." I smirk at you, and your cheeks redden further. "How cute..." I whisper to myself. I browse the fresh pastries and bite my lip, my stomach growling from the need to devour carbs. "What will it be?" You ask, and you keep your hand on the counter.

"Mmm... A caramel latte, please, and a croissant if you would be so kind." I smile, and watch as you get to work. You make my coffee exactly the way I like, and as you lean in to reach a croissant I lean over the counter to whisper in your ear.

"You seem nervous, sweetheart. Do I make you nervous?" I whisper, my warm, shallow breath on your earlobe. You jolt up, hitting your head on the pastry stand, before placing the croissant on a plate. "N-no Ma'am, I'm not nervous at all." You laugh shyly, and I smirk once more. I throw a £20 note onto the counter, before taking a seat in the empty coffee shop.

"Bring it over to me, darling." I instruct, and I sit on a chair, cross-legged with my elbow on the table, watching you intently. You pick up the coffee and croissant, walking out from behind the counter and bringing it to me. You place it on the table, me not moving a single inch. "Would you like me to get your change?" You ask, and I suddenly pull you towards me by your apron. "I would like you to get on your knees and service me." I state, my eyes meeting yours as my lips drag up your jaw.

You moan, and I can't help but laugh. "Oh darling, how receptive you are to the slightest of touches." I smile, my fingertips caressing your cheek before grabbing your hair in my fist. "You're a bratty boy, aren't you? You didn't think i'd notice your erection?" Your cheeks are a shade of deep crimson, your cock throbbing in your pants. You have no idea what is happening - but you love it.

"I feel like you'd be a perfect little pet for me. How about after I finish this coffee you come back to my place and I can show you exactly how i'd tame you."