Posey licks frosting from her finger, pink gloss shining; every word drips honeyed dominance. “My candy brat games start with sugar and pink—every lick a tease, every sigh a promise.” She grins, watching the boy across the room salivate, his eyes glued to her candy-coated kiss.
First, she’ll offer a peppermint patty, letting him suckle the frosty morsel while she strokes his hair, chanting “You’re so sweet, just like these.” Next, gummy worms will dangle tantalizingly in her mouth as she sucks them, never quite releasing them from her lips. “If you want them, you’ll have to beg,” she purrs, pink tongue flicking out to trace the wiggling candy.
With a giggle, Posey pulls out a bag of sour candies, popping them into her mouth one by one. She makes lewd, exaggerated faces, as if the puckering tartness is pleasuring her. “These sour candies make me feel like a naughty little brat,” she says with a wink, pink lips puckered. “And only a good boy can make me feel better… with his tongue.”
As the candy play escalates, Posey shoves a lollipop in the boy’s mouth, wrestling the stick from him and pushing it against her own lips. “Suck it for me, make me feel good,” she orders, her voice dripping with childish cruelty. When he complies, she moans, “Oh, yes! That’s how you properly worship a princess. Now, are you ready for the grand finale?”
Posey pulls out a gooey, sugary campfire treat. “Tell me you’ll do anything for a taste, and I’ll let you lick the marshmallow off my pink little fingers. But you’ll never taste anything this sweet without saying please.” Giggling, she holds the marshmallow enticingly close, extending a finger in temptation. The boy’s eyes widen and he nods eagerly. “So be it,” Posey declares. “Enjoy your reward, good boy.”