"Thank God I remembered to grab it after searching for you for about an hour at the club. Because I was so smashed, I took an Uber home. I'm just happy you areokay. I will see you shortly."
I sighed, feeling relieved. Thank God she didn't go to the police. I turned to Atlas, smiling.
"Everything is fine. She hasn’t contacted the police. Would you mind giving me a ride to my house so I can talk to her and get some of my things?"
The look on his face was far from pleasant, but he didn't push the issue. I was standing my ground on this one. I was a free woman, well, sort of.
I will always choose the crucial battles with this man. This is one he will not win. Becca is my best friend, and I wanted to deal with her on my terms, not his.
"Although I am not too happy, pet, we have a mutual understanding. You can take my car to take care of what you need to. I will give you your space for two hours, and that's it. If you're late, you will get six lashes from the whip as your punishment and nothing more. Do we have a deal?"
I swallowed hard, putting on my best performance. My ass felt fine now, considering he just flogged me, but he didn't strike me that hard.
I didn't want him to see how nervous I was at the mention of being whipped without aftercare or an orgasm, but I also felt a tingle in my pussy at the thought of it.
How sick was I? I knew that punishment also included being coddled and fussed over afterward, but he would do none of that if I didn't obey. At least he gave me a choice. I could get back in time, and all would be well, or I could defy him and pay the consequences.
Well, at least we are getting somewhere as far as choosing. Even with the threat hanging over my head, I was addicted to this man. There was no denying it.
I nodded.
"Yes, of course, Atlas. I will be back in two hours."
It was 11AM. I had until 1PM to do what I needed to do. I wasn't pushing my luck with him. No matter how much he loved me, punishments were a big part of who he was, and I would not fuck with him regarding the matter.
He threw the keys to his X5 at me with a look of warning on his face. "Two hours! No more, or I will make sure you don't sit for a week." I nodded and headed out the door. There was no time to waste. I wanted to be able to sit on my ass for the rest of the week.
Chapter 47
Atlas
I wasn't thrilled she was going to her house without me, but I had no choice. My controlling ass had to learn to give her some space. I didn't want to ruin the beginning of our new relationship. I laughed.
I am in a fucking relationship.
I never thought I would go that route, but meeting her changed everything. We'll do great together if I can be myself and she can make some of her own choices. She was perfect for me. If she doesn't mind dancing under my strap or whip occasionally, I'm all in.
I still want to mark her skin and do filthy things to her. That will never change. At least now she has consented to my unusual proclivities. Life is good.
The bell rang.
Shit, I forgot Yara was coming over.
I opened the door and invited her in. I didn't need the remote anymore. Kit was no longer my prisoner.She was my girlfriend, and that made me fucking happy.
Yara took a seat at the kitchen table. I sat next to her and started discussing the assignment in Brazil. Once I explained everything to heragain,she changed the subject to Kitlyn.
"I'm surprised you don't have the girl here."
The frown on her face told me she wasn't happy, but I didn't give a shit. I loved Kit, not Yara. Although Yara is beautiful, I have never been interested in her as far as a relationship, and I wanted to forget about the disastrous ten minutes we spent in my red room.
I looked at her, unbothered. Her comments and opinions about my love life were of no concern to me.
I cracked my knuckles and leaned back in my chair.
"She was here a little while ago. I just sent her back to her place to pack some of her things. She is moving in. We are in a consensual relationship now."
Her brows furrowed, and her eyes burned into me.
