Atlas #3
With a smirk, I pocket my phone and start unbuttoning my shirt.
What kinds of thoughts must run through her mind when she pulls away?
Her gaze drags across every inch of me, and I thoroughly enjoy how hungry she looks.
It sure feels good knowing that if I’m going to be hypnotized by her body, she’ll get lost staring at mine.
The bulge in my jeans anchors her attention, and I’m painfully aware I’d have to work hard to get my dick to rest before I take her downstairs.
Looking at her is in no way helping. Hell, the thought of her alone is enough to keep my cock up for days.
I’ll have to force some darker thoughts inside my brain to get it to calm the fuck down.
Once my shirt is off, I hold it for Summer to put on. Her head slants, a hint of curiosity taking over.
“You’re not going to try and make me beg for it?” she chokes out warily, but the corners of her lips give away her growing amusement.
“You’re coming downstairs with me, and I can’t let anyone see what’s mine.”
“I can’t go there wearing only your shirt.”
“It’s not gonna be only the shirt.” She has no idea what I have in store for her.
“Come here.” I prompt her, but when she tries to reach and take the shirt, I pull it from her reach.
“I’ll put it on you,” I command, and there’s another rare moment, as rare as all the planets aligning, when she obeys.
It’s not like she has many options on the table, but knowing how unpredictable she is, I wouldn’t put it past her to wrap herself in my sheets, rather than taking my offer.
I help Summer get into the shirt, which is long enough on her to look like a short dress, forcing her hands out of the way when she tries to button it up herself.
I’ll do that for her, enjoying every second I get to touch her bare skin in between.
One button to go, I glance at her face, noticing the way she’s staring has nothing to do with an untamed beast, more like she’s getting soft on me.
My cobalt blue shirt makes her eyes unbearably captivating, and for a moment there, hesitation overtakes.
Should I proceed with what I have in mind?
Maybe she likes me like this—kind and gentle?
No! That fiendish smile creeping on her lips says she’s more likely thinking she’s winning.
With the shirt all buttoned up, Summer keeps her eyes pinned on me, buying me a moment where she doesn’t notice the unbuckling of my belt.
The clicking of it makes her do a double take, her gaze flicking down before snapping back up.
Now it’s her turn to look as puzzled as I probably did when she pulled the “I’m a virgin” joke on me.
With one swift pull, the belt is out, and before she can figure out what’s happening, it’s already on her neck.
She starts fighting to take it off, but I won’t allow that.
“You’ll regret this!” Summer threatens, and the rage swimming in her eyes could drown anyone in its wake.
“But I’m so enjoying it at the moment.” I feed her own words from a few nights ago, and she gets even more furious, the scarlet staining her skin deepening into a murderous shade.
That look she gives me . . . “Now you would’ve shot me,” I confess.
“Not kill me, but shot me for sure. You tied me like a dog, so I’m simply showing you what it feels like.
This pretty neck of yours will carry my belt, so everyone will know who you belong to. My bitch on a leash.”
Wrapping my hand around the end of the belt, I tug on it, but she doesn’t budge, both hands gripping it as she pulls back.
She looks like a Category 5 hurricane. Not like she’ll blow me . . . away, more like she wants to erase me from existence, and it’d be spectacular to observe.
“Let go before I gnaw your fucking hand off!” she snarls, and my dick twitches with excitement.
I tug on the belt once more before getting closer so I can whisper sweet truths in her ear.
“Next time, I’ll fuck you like this. I’ll stuff you full of my cum, so much so, every orifice of yours would be leaking with it.”
Her hand shoots for my throat, pulling me closer to whisper sweet truths in turn.
“I promise you one thing—I’ll put this belt on your neck, and then you’ll see who you’re dealing with.”
I take in her features again, overflowing with anger. My favorite sight in the world. No! Second favorite. The sight of her smile holds the top spot.
“I’d love to see you try. For now, let’s go downstairs and show everyone what happens to people who defy me.”
“You strip them naked and finger them?” she quips, and I choke on my laughter, trying to hide it.
“I love that smart mouth of yours. I’d love it even more wrapped around my cock.”
I hook an arm around her waist, but she tries to pull away.
“Don’t you fucking touch me, asshole!”
Getting in her face, I hold her cheeks between my fingers, blood raging in my veins.
“Deny me access once more to what’s mine, and I’ll make sure you understand how truly you belong to me.”
She gulps, but she doesn’t let go of her bittersweet—bitter for her, sweet for me—look.
I snatch her bag off the ground and let her slip it on.
Before she can even take a step, I draw her into my side, my grip settling on her hip, fingers digging in just enough to remind her who’s in control.
Holding the door open with my other hand, I give her a little push forward, forcing her to start walking.
Here comes another fun portion of the night I’ll imprint into her mind, the same way she burns every encounter we have into mine.