Atlas
Kitten has been such a good, obedient girl these past couple of weeks; I just had to indulge her every whim. I have been on my best behavior, too.
I know I can be a rotten asshole at times. I worked hard at keeping my temper and my obsessive thoughts of her under control. Her bottom has completely healed.
The bruises are gone. I applied the ointment to her backside three times a day until the marks disappeared. There wasn’t even a blemish left behind. No pun intended. I know I am twisted beyond repair, but knowing all those purple and yellow colors on her ass were there by my hand turned me the fuck on.
If anyone else inflicted them, I would have killed the person for touching my toy. They released John from jail a week after arresting him at her house.
The state has no case without Kit to testify, so they had to let him go.
I didn’t forget about the little maggot. My partner, Jacob, has monitored the bottom feeder for me these past few weeks. I have been so busy playing with my new pet that I haven’t gone into the office as much this past month.
Now that things are settling, I need to see my brother Zach, Jacob and Yara later this morning to discuss our next local assignment, which will take place tonight with a trafficker who screwed up and pissed off his bosses. He sent the two girls he was supposed to kidnap to a rival leader for a better price.
They hired me to kill him, and of course, I also gave the CIA information on both ringleaders. After all, I do work for them. They will complete their assignments, as will I. The top bosses authorized me to kill anyone I deemed necessary on this mission.
The Central Intelligence Agency doesn't give a shit about the little guys in the operation. They wanted to take down the big leaders. Most of them were into many other things as well. Arms dealings, the organ trade, drugs…you name it. These were some seriously violent criminals.
Of course, the organization also hired me to take out some of the same ringleaders who hired me. Because my face is always concealed, they cannot identify me, find my home, or learn anything about my family.
In two weeks, I will depart for St. Thomas, and my crew and I will be done with our work here. I will spend the rest of my time living there with my pet and travelling the world on different missions.
I have no enemies because I am just a nonexistent shadow. I am like a demon in the night. Invisible and unseen. I also spoke to my boss about pronouncingKit dead. The hunt for her needed to end. In order for that to happen, I have to fake her death. I told him she had been killed in the line of fire on our last assignment, or that human traffickers had taken her.
I suggested he broadcast her death because the odds of finding where she was if she were trafficked were very low. He agreed, and he announced her sad ending on the local news channels.
The CIA never asks questions. They just clean up the messes. That kind of power can’t be given to just anyone.
Before my obsession with her began , I was on the straight and narrow, just doing what I was told. Even if they found out I snatched her, they wouldn’t give a shit anyway. I have done so many favors for them over the years.
They owe me this one. Do you think one girl means anything to an enormous government? She isn’t necessary because she’s just a speck of dust in an overpopulated world.
The government doesn’t care, believe me. A lot of political elites practice their own demented shit, but that is none of my concern. Like I said before, I don’t get involved in trying to save the world.
I do my part to clean up some of the scum of the earth, and they take care of the rest. It's like being a part of the ecosystem. I am just removing some of the trash that is poisoning the environment.
I don’t go around killing just anyone I feel like taking out. The only person I will seek my revenge on is Johnny boy. He should never have tried to hurt my pet. No one will ever do her harm if I am around.
I am fiercely protective of my things. I haven’t decided yet how I am going to hurt him,but I am going to make damn sure his punishment fits the crime.
Jacob will assist me with him when the time comes. Jacob has a unique skill regarding punishments I don’t possess. John didn't rape her, but he would have succeeded if she hadn't pulled that gun on his sorry ass. I am not a fan of rape, and although some may think I forced Kitten, I most certainly did not. She was very compliant.
Even though she was afraid of anal sex, I was gentle and talked her through it. She didn’t scream or protest, so I gladly took what was mine. I knew she would love it once I paid attention to the little button between her legs. She was like hot butter melting in my hands.
My cock jumped at the memory of being buried in her ass. It’s been three weeks since I've touched her. I held back to allow her to heal from the spanking and the rough sex the first week, and then I needed to let her ass heal the second week because of the pool fiasco.
I didn't want to inflict more damage on her if I could help it. Leaving permanent marks on her body was not an option. I brushed the thoughts off when she walked into the kitchen. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was coiled on her head in an unkempt knot, but she still rocked that messy bun like no one else could. The blue dress I laid out for her brought the green out in her eyes.
Even with the wedge sandals she had on, she was still considerably shorter than me. She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice. Things have become more familiar to her since I let hermove around the house. She cooks and cleans up her messes. She also does chores around the place.
After all, it is her home, too. Anyone looking in from the outside would think we were a happy, domesticated couple when, in all reality, we were anything but. I allow her to eat candy and ice cream whenever she wants to. I no longer use them for her conditioning. She was on to me anyway. As I said before, beauty and brains—what a combination!
I smiled at my pet.
“Good morning, precious. You look stunning, as usual.”
Her cheeks turned pink at my compliment. She was still shy when I praised her. She smiled back, her eyes sparkling like two bright emeralds. “Same to you, Atlas. Maybe I can go to the beach today? What do you think?”
