Pls pls pls write a brat tamer sylus fic with mc calling him daddy and some spanking at the start🙏🙏🙏
A Bullet a Day
Synopsis: Being bratty was one of Sylus’ biggest pet-peeves. But you know what was worse? Ignoring ‘doctor’s orders’.
Warnings: Mention of being wounded, Spanking, Degradation, Choking, voyeurism , brief mention of our face Doc.
Sylus had dealt with some of the cruelest, most evil, dangerous criminals as the Leader of Onychinus.
But nothing, nothing made him break his cool faster than the bratty girl bent over his lap.
Her ass was raw and red, tears springing to the corners of her eyes as he lounged in his leather armchair. He had lose count of how many seats he landed on her ass after 30. His phone was tucked into his cheek and shoulder, his fingers drawing shapes into her sensitive flesh.
“P-please Sy-“
“Silence.”
Thwack!
That tone sounded almost bored. MC choked back her sob, biting her bottom lip. She had pissed him off again, it wasn’t entirely her fault this time.
Sure, she took a bullet in the arm for him, but that wasn’t TOTALLY her fault!
But Sylus didn’t see it that way. The conversation on the phone had something to do with a shipment that had went missing in the N109 Zone. But MC was trying to ignore how the blood rushed to her skull from being folded across his lap.
He ended the call with a less than kind response. His phone was tossed somewhere on the side-table. His strong fingers tangled in the hair near the nape of her neck, wrenching her head back so he could lean down next to it.
“How does your arm feel now, Kitten?” In truth, her arm barely ached. Being the girlfriend of the Leader of one of the most dangerous organizations this side of Deepspace, had its medical perks.
So when she sniffled and she tried to give him her best puppy-eyes, he clicked his tongue.
“You can take a bullet shredding your flesh but you can’t take 50 spanks? You’re so pathetic.”
Sylus release her hair, letting her tip forward. She barely managed to catch herself on her hands and knees between his legs. Sylus was quick to grab her throat, guiding her lolling head against his muscular thigh that was bulging through his dark dress pants.
“Do you want to make it up to me?” His thumb stroked her trembling lower lip.
“Y-Yes! Yes I’ll be s’good Daddy!”Sylus bit back his chuckle. He wasn’t sure she had been good in her entire fucking life.
Sylus tsk’d down at that sweet face, lounging back in his chair. “Use that pretty mouth for something other than ‘bitching’, yeah?”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. She reached out for his bulge but Sylus let out a sharp whistle, a sound he had trained her to snap to attention for.
“No hands.”
Was he for real?
MC chewed her bottom lip before leaning forward. She gently grasped the edge of the fabric around the metal button, jerking her head quickly to pull the fabric away. Then with a delicate bite, she unzipped his pants, eyes never leaving his crimson orbs as she slid it down.
Sylus took pity on her enough to pull his aching length from his pants. The pure size alone never failed to make MC blush.
Many of Sylus’ enemies talked about the huge balls he had for many of the heist he pulled off.
They were wrong.
He had a huge dick.
A dick that was tracing wet precum across MC’s cheek. The pre-cum covered tip left a slimy snail trail under her mascara lines.
“Open up, Kitten. Nice and wide-good girl~.” He praised, tapping the leaking head once, twice-before pushing into her warm mouth. “Biggg stretch, Little One.”
Big stretch was an understatement. The burn from his cock filling her throat made MC tear up. Sylus had trained her well. With just a little resistance, he was snug in her throat. Her nose nestled against the neatly trimmed white pubic hair at the base.
Sylus held her head there, finger tracing over the bandage over her arm. “Now, you’ll stay right like this. Breathe through your nose. I have to make a call to your doctor.”
He grabbed his phone again, ignoring her frantic gags and choke.
“What was his name again? Oh, Dr. Zayne.”
