He threw his head back, laughing at her lame-ass joke. I took it as her being a snotty bitch, but that was just me.
"I’ve only been here a dozen times since you bought the place. I know my way around.” Her breathy voice purred.
She turned her bleached-blonde head towards me and, with the fakest smile I’ve ever seen, got up from her chair and headed for the bathroom.
She seemed to always have a genuine smile for Atlas.
I am sure she has the hots for my kidnapper, and I was positive that is why she wasn’t too thrilled with me being around.
Joey looked at his brother.
“I am going to decline the invitation if you don’t mind. I have some things I need to do this morning. I wrote your itinerary for the week and will see you when I return.”
He looked at me and smiled.
“Enjoy your swim, Kitlyn. I will see you this afternoon. Oh, and congratulations on your release from prison.”
Atlas scowled at his brother. “Enough of the snarky comments, Joe. Be on your way.”
He pulled the remote from his pocket and unlocked his fortress to let Joey out. Now I was the one who was fucking jealous. I wished he would allow me to leave.
I felt my heart sink when I heard the doors lock again. Unless I could figure a way out of this house in a couple of days, I was a cooked duck. Once weleave, I will never be free again. Atlas grabbed my hand and led me towards the basement, yelling for Yara to meet us downstairs when she was done.
Atlas
My Queen was stunning in the bikini I picked out. It fit her curves like a glove. I especially loved how the bottom covered most of her ass, leaving just a little cheek peeking out. My eyes were glued to her as she dipped her toe in, testing the temperature, before jumping in. I sat at the bar, staring at her with what I am sure was a nerdy smile.
It pleased me to see her having some fun. That bathing suit had me all twisted in knots. I had to keep my mind on other things, so my cock wouldn’t spring out of my trunks.
I probably should have chosen a one-piece instead, but fuck it.
The only other person who would be with us was Yara, and she would not be lusting after her, so If I get as hard as a rock watching the little minx swim, so be it.
I didn’t give a shit if Yara saw my erection. She will spend a lot of time with us when we leave, so there is no use trying to hide the fact that my captive turns me on.
I have seen many women in bikinis, and I never had the reaction I was having to my pet.
I am hooked. Although I will always enjoy leaving my marks on her pale skin, I feel the overwhelming urge to protect her. I wasn’t sure why, but the notion was unnervingly strong. She belongs to me. I will never share her, and I can’t wait to fuck her again.I wanted to give her time to heal and process what happened between us.
I never give a fuck about how the woman feels after a session, but this one was different. She stirred a bit of compassion in my icy heart. She was younger than the other women I had been with, and I didn’t want to break her into pieces all at once.
I’ll train her a little at a time. She will deal with my sadistic side; then, my gentle side will rescue her. I wonder if astrology has something to do with people's personalities. I am a Gemini, and it seems I have two sides to mine. The thought made me laugh. I settled my eyes back on Kitlyn. I already know how much her pussy enjoys me.
I wrung multiple orgasms from her last week, and I intend on ringing a lot more out of that hot little body. She enjoys the belt across her ass, just as I knew she would. I will eventually graduate to paddles, whips, and canes.
All in good time, of course.When she is a good girl, I will always give her pleasure. If she is naughty, the punishment is nothing but the whip. She is already learning that lesson. She has been excellent this past week, and I am happy to reward her. I continued watching her swim laps across the pool.
I thoroughly enjoy her happiness. This is a feeling I haven't felt since my mother died at the hands of my father. I didn't enjoy trudging through those memories, but they popped up from time to time. My father was a vicious man.
I know I have a sadistic side, but I am nothing like my old man. He was the devil. I am aware some people think I am the dark demon myself, but I know for a fact my father wore the title proudly.
He was a hundred times worse than I could ever be. I know I take after him somewhat, but I also have my mother in me. The sweetest, most beautiful human being I have ever known, and he took her from us.
That is why I killed him and came back to America with my two brothers in tow. I had help from relatives on my mother's side.
They assisted me in escaping the Russian authorities and got me back to the States with Zach and Joey. I was 17 years old. Our uncle, aunt, and a bodyguard accompanied us to help me with the boys and get us settled.
It was no simple task because my father was part of the Soviet Army, but we pulled it off, and I have lived in America on and off ever since. I stay at my other properties throughout the year. It depends on what’s happening in my life.
