I was always on eggshells wondering what his next move would be. Will he inflict only pain, or both pleasure and pain? He told me I controlled whether I would be rewarded or punished. Of course, he is right. If I behave, I am rewarded with earth-shattering orgasms and special treats. If I am bad, I get an ass-whooping without the pussy pleaser.
I am his little fucktoy. I mean, it isn't like we go out on dates and have actual stimulating conversations. He uses me for my body, then cuddles and coddles me on his terms. It is maddening. My body’s submission to the slightest touch from him, and the fact that he is a killer, doesn’t bode too well with me, not to mention the lack of freedom I have.
No one wants to be held hostage and controlled all the time. I hate being unable to get in my car and go out for a ride or being able to sit on my porch and enjoy nature.
I don't have that here. He monitors my every move unless I use the bathroom. Thank God, because I could never shit again! How embarrassing would it be to have him watch me while taking a crap? No thanks.
I held my tongue and kept myself in check because I didn’t want him to take Tuna. What little dignity I had left was slowly being stripped away. I am pissed at myself for being so weak, which makes me want to scream at him even more.
I will fight him off as much as possible without pushing him over the edge. Being pleasured by himat the same the strap came across my ass was enjoyable. I don’t want to be spanked any other way.
That shit hurts like hell without him bringing me to orgasm simultaneously. I would feel nothing but agony from whatever weapon he chose, and that doesn’t sit well with me. I certainly didn’t get off when he spanked me the first night he brought me here.
There was nothing pleasant about that evening. I know how much he enjoys embarrassing me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of humiliating me with his fingers now. When he pulled out of my sex, I felt frustrated. His love bites turned me on, even though they were on the brutal side. He didn’t make me bleed, but I knew there would be some severe bruising along my neck and shoulders.
I swear he’s part animal.
Chapter 23
Atlas
I smiled at my girl, incredibly pleased.
“That’s a good little Kitten. You've done so well, but there is the matter of my hard-on. I need to cum without fucking you, so we're going to do it another way."
I pointed toward the floor and ordered her to get on her knees. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Yara and Joey won't be here for at least another hour, so I decided to cash in on one of the punishments she owes me.
She looked nervous but obeyed. Her pink summer dress looked great on her, so I didn't order her to strip. She swallowed hard and met my gaze.
"W-w-hat are you doing?”
I smirked as I pulled my throbbing cock through the zipper of my jeans.
"Consider this one of the last two punishments you owe me. This one falls into the category ofdegradation. I am going to treat you like a whore because, well, you are my whore."
I could see the anger in her eyes as I pulled on my dick.
"Now all you need to do is sit there looking pretty while I jerk off on your face."
She turned red, clenching her fists, but said nothing. I slapped my cock across her lips, making a smacking sound. She didn't appreciate that too much.
"Fuck you, Atlas!" She hissed.
I laughed. "Ah, there's my smart-mouthed girl. Open. I want you to start by sucking my cock, and if you bite me, I will beat your ass black and blue and lock you back up in your room, so mind your manners."
She started crying.
"Why are you humiliating me like this?"
I shrugged.
"You're being punished. You owe me two, and now you will only have one left."
She cried harder.
"No crying.” I scolded.
“I already told you, Kitten, you're my play toy and whore. Even though you have been a very good girl, you still owe me, and I want to collect."
