"Don't you dare cum," he growled. "You hold it until I give you permission."
The tension coiled in my belly, hot and unbearable. He always knows how to take me right to the edge, to straddle the line between bliss and agony until I am shaking with the effort of holding back.
I bit my lip, my nails digging into the chair. "Please…"
He tightened his grip in my hair, yanking my head back until my mouth fell open….a desperate moan escaped my lips. "You don't beg, Kitten. You obey."
Another strike.
"Five."
I was trembling now, my body arching, my ass throbbing from the heat of the spanking. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but they weren't from pain. They were from the release I wasn't allowed to have.
This was exquisite torture only Atlas could give me.
He pulled his fingers out, his cock pressing against my soaked pussy.
"You've been such a good pet. Obeying like a good girl. Do you think you earned your orgasm?"
"Yes, Atlas. Please."
"Convince me, Kitten."
I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes, my voice breaking. "Because I'm yours. Every inch of me. Every scream, every breath, every climax. You own me."
His eyes darkened, satisfaction burning in them.
"Damn right I do."
He lifted me into his arms, stood up, and then placed me on the floor. "Bend over. Spread those legs and hold on to the chair." He barked.
I did as I was told, my pussy primed and ready for him.
He entered me in one hard thrust, and I screamed—raw, unfiltered, and pure. His hand pressed into the small of my back, forcing me to take every inch, my body molding to his cock like it was made just for him.Only him.
"Now," he growled, pounding harder.
"Cum for me, Kitten. Show me who you belong to."
The words shattered me. My body gave in, convulsing around him as my orgasm ripped through me, violent and overwhelming. My vision blurred, my cries echoing in the room as wave after wave crashed over me.
Atlas fucked me through it, branding me all over again.
"Ahhhh…shit, Kitten. I'm going to fill you with my cum. Mark what's mine. What has always been mine!" I felt his body shudder as he throbbed inside me. When his climax subsided, I collapsed against the chair, weightless. His hand stroked my hair as the room quieted.
We stayed like this, tangled together, his cock still resting inside me, his breath hot against my ear.
"Three years," he murmured, kissing the back of my neck. "And you're still mine."
I smiled through my tears of joy, exhausted and grateful to be with the man I love. He lifted me into his arms then, carrying me from the playroom to our bed, the paddle left behind on the chair; a reminder of how far we had come.
Three years ago, I was a captive.
A victim.
Broken and afraid.
Now? I was completely healed.
