Atlas #2
“I am,” I growl, and her gaze shifts to the side.
There’s that need to tell her I’ll fuck her in the ass for what she pulled on me, but I’m not sure my current situation allows such promises to be made in a threatening tone. Besides, it’s not really a treat if she’ll like it.
“Would a kiss make you forgive me?”
I knew it! Even my dick is resuscitated after the shock my whole existence experienced moments ago.
“You can try,” I grumble.
“Don’t you know me by now? I don’t ‘try’. I succeed. And since you love offering deals so much, I have one for you.”
That was all part of her plan, wasn’t it? She played me again, letting me believe I was getting ahead, before pulling the rug from beneath me.
“No deals!” I bark.
“Oh, come on, baby. You’re going to love this one.”
Her hands slide down my chest while she pulls away from me, and I already hate whatever the deal is if she is not plastered on me. On second thought, she’s unbuttoning her jeans so whatever the deal is, I’m all in . . . to the hilt, hopefully.
The pink device gets back into her hand, and she glances at me.
“Don’t worry, honey. This is for me. I told you, I wouldn’t do this to you. Unless you want me to.” She winks, and I guess that’s her deranged way of putting my nerves at ease, yet that doesn’t make up for straining them to the max.
“Yeah, sure. You only hit me with a bat and tased me, but you draw the line at ass-fucking me. I should be so lucky!”
The descent of her hand stops—the one going with the vibrator in it under her panties—making me regret the decision to open my mouth.
“You broke into my room, invaded my privacy, tied me to my bed, and fingered me against my will—”
“Against your will?!” I scoff. “Your pussy disagrees with you. And don’t pretend I didn’t give you the option to stop me. Twice, for that matter. You chose not to.”
She growls.
“You claimed me like cattle, ripped my clothes off, and then, when I saw a moment of kindness, you decided to put a fucking belt on my neck and lead me like that in front of half the campus with the sole intent of humiliating me. Oh, and I have your palm imprinted on my ass. And then I’m the villain for biting back?
I won’t let you treat me like this without consequences.
If you want a good, obedient girl, that’s not me. Fuck it! No deals.”
I messed up again.
She turns her back on me, picking up the backpack from the ground.
I can’t let her leave. I don’t want her to.
“Summer, wait.” She doesn’t turn. “Come on, baby! Stop!” She shakes her head adamantly without turning to look at me and keeps on packing her stuff.
“You’re right,” I blurt out, and she halts, but still doesn’t face me.
“I’m not going to apologize for breaking into your room, nor for doing things to you that you both wanted and loved.
But I do apologize for the night of the party.
I was a total ass.” It’s not enough to make her turn, but she eyes me over her shoulder.
“And?”
“And there isn’t a single woman on this planet other than you who I want. If I push, you will push right back, and I love that about you. I’ll take your deal or whatever without even hearing the terms. Just . . . stay.”
It takes her a moment of hesitation before she finally shifts to face me, digging her phone out of the bag and unlocking it. Does she wanna take a picture of me like this? Not that I have anything to be modest about, but I’d prefer not to have a belt on my neck.
A single tap and she turns the display for me to see that the only texts there are the ones from me.
“You’re a jealous prick, but you were right in a way. If you had texts from an ex, I would’ve burned your phone. Maybe the ex, too. But that still doesn’t excuse you for invading my privacy.”
Summer’s so fuckin’ savage I’m tempted to embrace religion, for if there’s someone up there, he forged her with me in mind.
Putting the phone into her backpack, she takes the pink vibrator in hand before dropping the bag to the ground. A step closer to me, her breasts press against my chest while she looks me in the eyes.
“I like you, too.”
Finally!
“How much?” It’s more than ‘like’ for me, and it’s more for her too.
“Enough to qualify me as a woman with a horrible taste in men.”
I chuckle, but that sound is silenced by the gentle touch of her lips on mine.
She’s there a second or two, but it’s enough for me to know I never want to stop feeling that electricity coursing through me—the one from her kiss, not the one from the taser.
She moans against my lips and pulls away, only for me to try and follow, but the belt around my neck doesn’t allow that.
And then it hits me where that moan came from.
She put the vibrator inside her while kissing me.
“Here’s the deal . . .” Summer squats down to where my jeans are pooled and starts checking my pockets until she finds my phone.
On her knees before me, she can’t blame me for poking her face with my dick.
“Really?” She eyes me from below, and I poke again, hitting her cheek. “You have zero patience.”
Does that mean I’m getting lucky today? I attempt to suppress my excitement levels, since it won’t be the first time for her to leave me high and dry, but we’ve come a long way from those days.
She gets up with my phone in hand and unlocks it with my face.
“Should I invade your privacy now?”
“Go ahead, love! I’ve got nothing to hide from you.”
Her eyes slingshot to mine, and I’m not sure if it’s because of my statement or the new endearment attached to it.
Then she looks back at the phone, scrolling a couple of times before she taps on the screen.
Seconds later, it is in my hands, tied at the back.
She unties the leather belt from the pull-up bar and loops it over, holding onto the end of the adjoined belt in her hand.
“You put a belt around my neck and played your games with me. I told you I’d return the favor, and I always keep my promises.
Every time you turn the device on, I’m going to pull on the belt and deprive you of air.
But you will be tempted to turn it on, because you’ll want to hear my moans resonating through your dick while my throat squeezes every inch of it.
Let’s see how cocky you are now that you’re the one on a leash! ”
Ho-o-oly fuckin’ hell!
My mind screams so loud I can’t hear a single thought.
Summer drops to her knees, eyes never leaving mine.
Her free hand grabs the base of my shaft, and without any hesitation, her tongue darts to lick the tip of my cock, collecting the pre-cum there, humming, like that’s exactly to her taste.
My head falls back in pleasure, while the growl rumbling inside my chest fills the room.
The slow movement of her hand pulls my attention back to her.
“How do you like it? Gentle or hard?”
My brain goes haywire, the foundations of my barely there sanity cracking, leaving me unable to answer a simple question. I open my mouth, but the belt around my neck constricts. No air. No words.
I haven’t pressed the app’s button, for fuck’s sake!
“That was a trick question, honey. From now on, you’ll love it only the way I give it to you.”
I adore that confident streak of hers.
She releases the belt, and I intend to give her a piece of my own mind.
“Just like you’ll love it only the way I give it to you. No one else touches you! You belong to me. If you let anyone but me lay even a finger on you, I’ll cut it. The finger. The dick. The man. Piece by piece.”
“It goes both ways . . . love.”
Her warm mouth welcomes me, and my groan rips out of me. A slow swirl at my tip nearly sends me over the edge. That would’ve been embarrassing. But that mouth of hers feels better than any pussy I’ve ever fucked.
“Fuckin’ heaven, love!” I choke on a growl.
Summer takes as much of me as she can, all the way to the back of her throat, those full lips stretched wide around my cock, her hand fisting the base while her tongue drags slowly along the underside, licking and stroking me like she’s hellbent on draining every last drop of my control.
The thought of the device inside her permeates my clouded mind, and I decide to give it a try when I press, from what I can see, the power button on the app.
I’m instantly rewarded with a muffled moan as her hand disappears from my base.
She forces me deeper into her throat, the tight ring of muscle constraining around my cock, but so does the belt on my neck, pleasure and oxygen deprivation hitting me like a drug, and . . . Fuuuck! I lose it for a second.
Can someone smile while having a mouthful of dick? I swear, she does at my loss of control . . . right after slowing it.
I pause the device, so I can prolong what she’s doing, while she picks up a perfect cadence, swirling her tongue and sucking with dedication, pulling all kinds of raw grunts out of me.