"He didn't care if she had a black eye, bloody lip, or stitches in her head because he knew no one had the guts to say anything to him about it. My father was a ruthless, cold-blooded killer, and everyone knew it. He worked for the Soviet elite, torturing and killing spies and anyone else who went against the Russian government."
I raised my brows and swallowed down the tension I felt. Digging into my memories was something I hated. I preferred to keep them buried where they couldn’t haunt me.
"Surprisingly, I empathized with you when you cuffed me. It was wrong to make you stay with me against your will. I have never cared much about others' feelings because complex emotions didn't pertain to me. Like my father, I am a killer. Iammy father. It doesn't bother me when I take someone's life. I didn't give a shit about anyone except my brothers. They've been in my care since I was seventeen. I tookguardianship of them with the help of some aunts and uncles after I killed my father for beating my mother to death." She raised her eyebrows at me, her eyes tearing up.
"I am so sorry for your childhood trauma, Atlas. Maybe talking about it will help you come to terms with it."
I looked at her with a forced smile because deep down inside; I felt sick to my stomach at losing her.
After spending this time together, I think I will be completely lost without her. She hadn't even left yet, and it was already killing me.
"I came to terms with it long ago. My childhood trauma isn't important right now, Kitlyn; what is important is that IknowI must let go of you. Things will never change. I am who I am. Right now, I am sweet and gentle, which I can be, of course, but the other side of me rears its ugly head often, as you know. I will always want control of you. I'll want to inflict pain on you during a session, or if you disobey me, then I'll want to make it all better. The more I engage in it, the more extreme our sessions will become. I am an intense person and a lot to deal with, Kitlyn. I will not go easy on you if you disobey me. You know how punishment feels without sexual stimulation. That would never stop. My kinks are part of who I am."
She reached out and caressed my cheek. As good as her touch felt, I was falling apart inside.
"Atlas, I know how you are, and I am so thankful you are giving me my freedom back."
I forced another smile as I explained further.
"I also do not want kids. I am too fucked in the head to bring up a child, not to mention this worldis a mess. Children have no place on this screwed-up planet. You and I disagree, and it isn't fair to take the best years of your life and you end up hating me anyway. I don't want to beat you or torture you into submission. My father lives inside me, in almost every way. I don't want to behimwhere you're concerned. I would most likely suck your energy force, and I am sure I would end up breaking you eventually, and that's not what I want, Kitlyn. Not anymore, so it's time for you to move out and return to your old life."
She looked at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. I wanted to lick them up, but I didn’t because it would make it even more difficult to let her go.
"Maybe I could get used to your ways, Atlas, but I don't know. Your line of work is creepy as fuck, and sterilization is not something I will negotiate, although when I tied you up, you were willing to discuss that issue, and youdidcum in me even though you fear an unwanted pregnancy."
I chuckled slightly.
"Ah, my pet, and I will call you pet for the rest of your time with me. What harm will it do? I was willing at that moment to talk it out with you, hoping you'd unlock the cuffs so I could spank the shit out of you for being naughty, but then I reconsidered when you fell to your knees, crying. I am also thankful you didn't tear my ass apart with that fucking butt plug. If you had done that, you would have paid the consequences and probably wouldn't be leaving right now."
Iforcedanother smile because I was feeling anything but happy. "You may get used to my ways, but I don't want that. My line of work is different, but it is what I do for a living. I can't change my careerpath now. I will also want one hundred percent submission from you or nothing, which includes being sterilized, and that's just something you can't give without losing your sense of self. As far as filling you with my seed, I think I am safe this one time. My wanting to fuck you daily was the issue. I have an irrational fear that the birth control won't work, and I didn't want to take the chance."
She shifted her ass in my lap, sending a little shock to my cock, but I ignored it and smiled, masking the emotions that were eating my insides.
"The CIA will keep this house for my visits back here when needed. There is plenty of scum to get rid of in this state, believe me. I will leave for my island as planned. Don't you know where you are, Kitten? I didn't blindfold you when I brought you here."
She looked at me with a slight smile on those perfect lips.
"I was so worried about my punishment when you got me here that I didn't even pay attention to where you were driving." I laughed at the memory.
She was so frightened when I snatched her up that first night. Now look at my little pet; she loves getting the strap across her ass while her pussy is worshipped.
"Well, there is no need to blindfold you now. I will be gone from here within a week. You must keep quiet and not tell my story to anyone, and I want you to promise me no more clubbing. That is nonnegotiable."
Her face twisted into a frown.
I looked at her sternly.
"There are too many traffickers out there looking for fresh meat to sell. I don't want you in the clubs,Kit. I insist. That is part of our bargain. If you run around telling stories about me and the CIA or start hitting the clubs again, I'll have to come back for you, and you won't get another chance at freedom."
I played with a loose strand of her hair, committing the feeling to memory. "You would put your life in jeopardy with the CIA if you tried to tell the police or friends of this location and what happened here, so keep our secret right in your pretty little head. Too many bad people are cruising the club circuit, and if they snatch you, I can't even begin to describe the hell you will be put through."
She looked at me, swallowing hard.
"I-I will never disclose the truth, Atlas; you have my word. I will stay away from the clubs, I promise."
I reached out and rubbed her cheek.
"Okay, we have a deal, Kitten. I won't bother you, and I'll allow you to live in peace unless you break either of those stipulations."
