Atlas
Another night alone at Summer’s place, patiently waiting for her to get back from wherever she is. Can’t track her anymore, and she hasn’t been answering my texts or calls. Microchipping her sounds extremely appealing now, though I doubt she’d be thrilled about it.
She didn’t seem angry at me last night. Retaliation coming—sure, her attempt is welcomed—but I’m not okay with not seeing her. Why does she avoid me? No matter where she is, this will be the last night Summer plays such tricks on me, depriving me of her company.
A not-so-tamed ‘call me when you get back’ note is what I leave behind.
I can text her, but a note is more dramatic, proving I was once more in her room.
But then a stray thought makes my excitement levels peak.
Breaking and entering is nothing I haven’t done before.
Doing so in a woman’s room—I haven’t had the pleasure before meeting my demon.
Going through her lingerie—I’m ready for a ‘creepy stalker’ badge of honor.
It’s one particular item I’m in search of, namely the sexy, colorful bra she was wearing in the photo.
I meant what I said in my text to her. She is perfect!
I’ve never stared at an image longer in my life; every little detail of it is burned into my retinas, so much that all I have to do is close my eyes, and I see it.
I want to take this piece of lingerie, not to deprive her of it, but to make her wear it for me the next time we meet.
This one I’m not going to rip apart. She’ll take it off willingly.
Hopefully. Don’t wanna say ‘I’m feeling lucky’ because that didn’t end well last time.
Finding the bra, I fold it and stuff it into my back pocket while closing her drawer. I deserve to pat myself on the back for not being a total creeper by digging for used panties and sniffing them.
That’s all I need from her room before I exit and head back to my place.
It’s a full house tonight with all of the guys in the living room sharing takeout. I plan on joining them, but first I need to run upstairs and leave this bra that feels like it’s burning a hole in my back pocket.
In my room, I throw the car keys on the desk and reach for the colorful rack trap, only for a strong jolt of electricity to cramp the muscles in my back, spreading through my body.
It stings like a bitch! Even my jaw goes tight.
Connor has zapped me before, but this is definitely some higher-voltage shit.
The pain is brief, but long enough to make me sway when it stops.
By a sheer miracle, I don’t fall to the ground.
That miracle has a name, or as I call her, my Succubus.
Summer grabs my wrists and yanks them behind me, restraining them with zip ties before I can react.
My dizzy state lets her pull me back a couple of steps. Then something goes around my neck.
A fuckin’ belt!
My own belt, connected to another one, thrown over my pull-up bar and tied up so fast, it leaves me unable to move.
“Feet together,” Summer orders, taking out the taser again.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Feet together, baby, if you don’t wanna feel the spark again.” She gives me the most vivacious smile ever.
Call me crazy, but I bet she has fun stuff planned, and this is just foreplay, so I cater to her polite request and she’s in full-on commando mode while binding my ankles together.
“Hello, honey! How was your day? Mine was beginning to get so unbearably boring without your presence,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant about the fact she’s got me all tied up like a dog.
“Mine too, without you, honey.”
She smiles again, with God knows what intent swimming in those blue eyes. Maybe even he doesn’t know.
“You tased me, baby. That’s not very nice,” I continue, keeping the calm in my tone.
“Neither were you, parading me like a bitch on a leash, baby, but I got over it. You will too.” Her voice is so gentle when she talks to me.
I love how well we communicate.
Summer’s arms slide around my body, and for a second, my brain wants to call it a hug—until she pulls back and I realize she was snatching my knife and the bra that must’ve been sticking out.
“So you’ve upgraded from a chocolate bar thief. A little memento of me?”
“Wear it for me.”
Her lips part, and her eyes flutter. I think I do stand a chance of getting my wish fulfilled.
Circling me once like a predator, she stops at my back.
I can’t see her, but I can hear what I presume is her jacket falling to the ground.
A minute later, she comes back before me, only in jeans and that lovely bra on, which I think is a size too small because it’s barely covering her tits, and my gift that has found the most exquisite neck to grace.
We’ve come a long way from her stating she wouldn’t do anything for me.
“Happy?” she teases, hands gliding down her breasts.
“Overjoyed!” I give her a well-deserved grin, probably looking like a fool, but I don’t care. She’s so fuckin’ perfect, I can’t peel my eyes off her. It seems my dick wants a peek too, not caring about my current predicament.
Taking out my knife from her back pocket, she approaches me.
“Stay still, honey,” she beams.
“Summer!”
“Don’t worry! I’m skilled with the knife. See?”
Why the fuck is she showing off that deep scar on her palm like it proves anything?
“In what universe does this scar showcase how skilled you are with the knife? All that tells me you were clumsy enough to stab yourself.”
“It shows I’ve practiced enough,” she hisses.
“Enough to stab yourself?”
She lets out an adorable grr, flipping the knife a couple of times with impressive speed and precision, before the blade finds the bottom of my T-shirt.
I’m tempted to close my eyes so I don’t have to watch her slip and gut me, spilling my intestines on the ground, when with one swift move, my black shirt is left hanging off my shoulders.
“That’s better,” Summer chimes.
Then she heads for my desk, leaving the knife there.
Good! She doesn’t plan on gutting me like a fish.
When she gets back, she starts unbuckling my belt, all the while her eyes never leave mine.
“You have something fun planned for tonight, my darling?”
“Something you’re gonna love.” Summer pulls down my jeans, and my cock greets her. “You’re already loving it, aren’t you?” she notes when her eyes land on that more-than-enthusiastic greeting.
She yanks my boxers down so fast I don’t even have time to react, and they end up pooled over my jeans.
“I fucking love your dick!” Her confession comes with a bite of her lower lip, making me desperate for whatever’s coming.
“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual,” I rasp out.
Her head tilts up and to the side, an eye twitching when she retorts.
“You love my dick?”
“I-I . . .” I start, when her adorably scrunched nose and the playful curve of her mouth mock me further. “I’m never gonna find one quite like you, am I? Unless I start going out with former inmates or comb through psych wards. Maybe then I stand a chance.”
That wicked look she gives me makes me wanna break every bone in my body, to get out of my restraints and have her in my arms.
“They would’ve been stupid enough to get caught. I’m not.”
My demon sneaks into the walk-in closet behind me, only to return with a black backpack. She holds it up demonstratively, then reaches in and pulls out the pink vibrator—the same one I used on her the night of the party. Setting the bag on the ground, she locks her eyes on mine.
“Do you have any ideas on what I’m about to do next, baby?”
I bob my head and my smile turns into a full-blown grin.
Summer shakes hers, smirking, and my grin falls faster than a tropical rain. A bit of panic creeps in, but it’s nothing compared to the outright insanity that overtakes when she slaps my butt cheek and waggles her eyebrows.
I’m already sweating in panic when she saunters to my back.
“No! Don’t you fuckin’ dare!”
I struggle.
She giggles.
“Fuck!”
“It’s going to hurt less if you relax.” She smacks my ass once more, the sound echoing in the room, making the shreds of my sanity evaporate, while the sliced tongue of fear licks my balls.
My attempt at pulling forward is met with the belt tightening on my neck, choking me, forcing me to retreat. I think I’m about ready to call my friends for help or beg her to stop.
“No! No! No! Fuck, no!” Her palm lands on my butt cheek, and I’m one heartbeat away from a cardiac arrest. “Summer! No!” I thrash, and she bursts out into hysterical laughter.
She shows up from behind me, tears threatening to breach her lash line.
“Chill the fuck out! I’m not gonna deflower you.”
My pulse is through the roof, and it takes me seconds to stop struggling and cool off when she rounds to face me again.
“But I gotcha, didn’t I?”
I growl, baring my teeth like I mean to bite. I have so many things in mind to say, but given a moment ago I was ready to beg not to get ass-fucked, it would be wise to keep the comments to myself.
“I definitely got you. Did you really think I’d do this to you, honey?”
Summer leans in, one arm snaking around my neck, fingers threading through my hair, as she presses a kiss to my cheek.
Her sweet scent makes me close my eyes, forcing my muscles to relax.
When the trail of soft kisses inches toward my lips, the fool inside me is on his knees for her.
That last one catches the corner of my mouth, making everything inside me jump in excitement, waiting for her to finally give me what I crave.
She pulls away so she can look at me, one hand caressing my nape, the other still roaming in my hair, her focus pinned on my lips for a long while. It seems she wants to kiss me, and it’s a matter of time before she does.
“Are you angry?”
I can see it now. How much she likes me. My delusional brain doesn’t need to invent stories or rearrange the events to fit my narrative. Summer’s worried she might’ve gone too far, and that’s as good as a confession of her attraction to me.
Now I’ll use that. See how deep my charm has grown roots inside her.