Atlas #2
“Tempting . . .” She pauses and zeroes in on my lips, biting her own, lust flooding her expression.
I’m definitely getting lucky tonight!
“I can suffocate you like that.”
Sounds like a great way to go.
“But I’ll pass.”
What?!
“You took away my control—now I’m taking yours.”
She’s sliding off me, and I decide to clutch at a stray idea.
“Wait! Okay, I get it, but could you check those zip ties? I can’t feel my left hand. It’s too tight, and if you don’t loosen it up a bit, I might end up like a one-handed pirate.”
Summer gives me an incredulous look, but then she smiles.
That fuckin’ smile!
She leans over to check the restraints on my wrists, providing the opportunity I was waiting for.
I pull up as much as I can, and it’s enough for me to bite on her breast, catching her nipple between my teeth. It takes everything in me not to laugh when she yelps.
“Let go,” she snarls, yet still checks my restraints.
Look at how much she cares about me!
My teeth clasp at her nipple, biting hard, drawing a scream out of her.
“Fuck. Stop!”
I give her a teasing lick, and those sweet, treacherous shivers hit her body. She might try to deny how she feels about me, but every little tremor gives her away.
The glare I get is filled with such ferocity, I’m tempted to bite again and again, so I’d never stop seeing this fire in her eyes, threatening to incinerate me to the bone.
“Let. Go! I can hurt you too, you know.” Her hand shoots for my cock, squeezing hard around my shaft.
Joke’s on her. I’m five seconds from coming.
“The only reason I still haven’t crushed your dick is that I like it too much.
I can’t stress this enough—I like your dick, not you!
But bite me again and see what happens. I don’t make idle threats, baby. ”
I loosen the bite, not because I believe she’ll act on the threat. I need to know whether what she felt earlier will be enough for her to want more.
Once her nipple is free from my mouth, the grip on my dick is gone, and I’m tempted to bite right back so she’ll place her hand where it belongs.
I expect her to pull away immediately, but she doesn’t, hovering over me, while smirking.
“You hurt me. Now kiss it better!”
That’s all the invitation I need to get her breast back into my mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking, while her eyes never leave mine.
She tries to hide how much she enjoys it, but her ragged breathing, the redness on her cheeks, and the small throaty sound her pursed lips fail to suppress—all of the above betray her.
“Thank you!” she mewls in a soft voice, failing miserably at acting unaffected.
Coughing it off, she goes back to how she sounded before she fell under my spell.
I’m sure she’s soaking wet for me now, and if I could feel my face, I’d be grinning.
“See, I like your mouth too and the things it can do, but it’s still attached to your personality, which renders it unkissable. ”
Her touch fades as she slides off me without so much as another word, lying on the bed beside me, gracing me with her back.
She’s really going to leave me tied to her bed, rock-hard and unable to do a damn thing about it?
“You have got to be kidding me. You’re so going to regret this!”
We’re past bargaining and onto threats now, but she still seems calm and collected, unyielding when she turns with her whole body in my direction.
“But I’m so enjoying it at the moment. Maybe I should show you how much better I can pleasure myself than what you did last night.”
Summer leisurely slides her hand down her sternum, passing over her belly and stopping at the pink lace panties. Pink. А color of innocence she has none of. Her hand slips under, and my dick twitches, pre-cum leaking.
If she keeps this up, I might get lucky tonight after all, one way or another. But then she pauses, and her eyes narrow at me. Is it because of my not so under the radar excitement?
I’m fucked! And not in a good way.
“You don’t deserve the show.” She turns to the other side, like I’ve become part of the furniture behind her.
“Are you for real?” It’s a whole miracle I didn’t stammer with this one.
“If you don’t shut up and let me sleep, I’ll fucking gag you with my panties.”
Oookay. I might have to go for an MRI after that hit on the head, because her words turn me on even more.
I’m certain there’s something wrong with my brain.
I mean, worse than before. All I heard was “I’m going to undress completely, stuff my panties into your mouth, and then fuck you.
” But that’s not exactly the case, is it?
“The moment I’m free, you’d better run,” I bark, aiming to pump a dose of fear into her system. My words scare everyone else. Why not her?
“That’s it!”
She shifts onto her back, pulling her panties off as her boobs bounce in the cadence of her movements.
This girl is going to land me in an institution with white jackets and no release date.
Since the second I opened my eyes, strapped to her bed, my mind has been oscillating between ‘I’m getting lucky tonight’ and ‘I’m getting offed tonight’.
I’m only now figuring out it was a third option all along, and all I’ll be getting seems to be torture.
“You wouldn’t fuckin’ dare.”
“Watch me!”
Pressing my lips shut, I try to avoid being gagged, but she pinches my nose, holding like that until I’m out of air. The moment my mouth is open, she stuffs her panties there. Normally, I’d love that. But nothing about tonight is even close to normal.
Her palm lands over my lips while grabbing duct tape from the nightstand with the other. Then she snaps a piece with her teeth and seals me up.
“That’s better. Good night! Sleep tight!” She chuckles at the pun, then lies on her side facing me, and with one final glance, claims her victory in this battle.
It seems I’ve finally found a worthy adversary, and I’m going to enjoy our game so much. That’s after I’m free, of course. Tonight, it’s going to be absolute fuckin’ hell this conniving demon dragged me down to.
Summer drifts off within minutes, like the fact she has a tied-up, naked, and highly agitated man lying next to her is of no significance. What the hell would it take for her to lose sleep over it?
Hours go by, and my raging hard-on is borderline painful. Neither giving out sounds nor pushing her with my body can wake her up. She sleeps like she’s dead. Considering that fact, when I do get to fuck her asleep, would it be considered somnophilia or straight-up necrophilia?
Memorizing every curve, imagining her on top of me, and hoping I can come like this doesn’t cut it. All it does is leave me unable to calm the fuck down. I close my eyes, forcing my mind to go elsewhere, but in the end, I always want to open them and find her next to me.
When she shifts in her sleep and rolls over, giving me her back, it’s what I was waiting for, holding a misguided belief it would improve my situation, yet her ass is as ridiculously tempting as the rest of her.
But then she turns again, getting so close she is partially on top of me. Leg over mine, an arm on my chest, she snuggles next to me, fitting like a final piece of a puzzle. A piece I never knew was missing. It’s only then that my heart rate slows, as her skin on mine puts me at ease.
My hard-on is not the only thing keeping me awake.
I never sleep over when I fuck a woman, nor let her stay at my place.
I wouldn’t let anyone near me in that vulnerable state.
Yet, at this moment, with the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met, breathing softly next to me, maybe it’s perfectly fine to break that rule.
Summer’s an absolute psycho, who I’m sure has plenty of skeletons buried in her closet.
If she can let go and doze off so peacefully in my company, then so can I.
I drift off, and even in my groggy, not fully awakened state in the morning, I know I’ve had a great sleep. Tied in the bed, with a torturous erection, spending the night next to a woman for the first time in my life, and I feel amazing.
My eyes peel open to the reality of an empty bed. She left without me, stranded me tied and— Nope. I’m no longer tied to the bed, and my dick is tucked back inside my boxers.
I scan further, noticing a chair next to the bed, my jeans neatly folded on it, with a yellow sticky note atop.
Sitting up, I rip off the duct tape, spit out the panties, and grab the slip of paper.
Feel free to fuck Cindy and Mindy! That’s all you’ll get.
Beautiful handwriting, by the way.
But who the fuck are Cindy and Mindy?
Note still in hand, I spot writing in Sharpie on my palms. The left one reads Cindy. When I look at the right one, Mindy is there to further mock me.
A guffaw bursts out of me.
Summer was right. I didn’t know who I was messing with. But now I do.
Game on, Succubus!