Chapter 23
Atlas
I smiled at my girl, incredibly pleased.
“That’s a good little Kitten. You've done so well, but there is the matter of my hard-on. I need to cum without fucking you, so we're going to do it another way."
I pointed toward the floor and ordered her to get on her knees. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Yara and Joey won't be here for at least another hour, so I decided to cash in on one of the punishments she owes me.
She looked nervous but obeyed. Her pink summer dress looked great on her, so I didn't order her to strip. She swallowed hard and met my gaze.
"W-w-hat are you doing?”
I smirked as I pulled my throbbing cock through the zipper of my jeans.
"Consider this one of the last two punishments you owe me. This one falls into the category of degradation. I am going to treat you like a whore because, well, you are my whore."
I could see the anger in her eyes as I pulled on my dick.
"Now all you need to do is sit there looking pretty while I jerk off on your face."
She turned red, clenching her fists, but said nothing. I slapped my cock across her lips, making a smacking sound. She didn't appreciate that too much.
"Fuck you, Atlas!" She hissed.
I laughed. "Ah, there's my smart-mouthed girl. Open. I want you to start by sucking my cock, and if you bite me, I will beat your ass black and blue and lock you back up in your room, so mind your manners."
She started crying.
"Why are you humiliating me like this?"
I shrugged.
"You're being punished. You owe me two, and now you will only have one left."
She cried harder.
"No crying.” I scolded.
“I already told you, Kitten, you're my play toy and whore. Even though you have been a very good girl, you still owe me, and I want to collect."
She pursed her lips together, still sniffling.
My voice was relaxed and calm.
"This won't be painful, and it's a mild punishment compared to others I could have chosen; plus, I'm feeling extra nasty right now, so let's have it. Open your mouth and suck my cock.” She started crying again.
I wrapped her hair in my fist, pulling her head back.
“Let's get to it, then you can go swimming. Now. Suck. My. Dick.”
She was still whining but opened her mouth and started blowing me. I threw my head back.
Her mouth felt like heaven. I could feel tingling along my shaft as she sucked me off.
"Ahh, that's it, Kitten. You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?"
A small moan escaped her lips.
No matter how much she resisted me in the beginning or how much my methods pissed her off, deep down, she loved being treated like a slut. I pumped into her mouth, pushing my dick down her throat. She gagged and coughed, but kept up with each thrust.
I pulled her hair tighter, slamming my cock in harder.
I had to hold back, so I wouldn't make her vomit.
I don't have a puke fetish, and I didn't like the thought of having my cock buried in the nasty stuff.
My balls tightened as I continued skull fucking her.
I felt my toes curl as she flitted her tongue across the head of my cock.
She had drool dripping down her chin as she struggled to keep from retching, but I noticed her tears miraculously disappeared. I know her better than she knows herself.
She loves this shit.
I watched her clench her thighs together as my dick pushed in and out of her warm mouth. She was good. I didn't feel her teeth scrape me once. I was getting close to blowing my load.
I pulled out of her mouth, not wanting to spill my seed down her throat. I wanted to mark her face this time. I gripped her hair tighter, keeping her still while I jerked off.
My breath was heavy as I stroked my meat an inch from her chin. "Ugh, Kitten, I am going to blow my load all over your fucking face." She whimpered as I smeared my cock all over her lips and chin.
"Here it comes. Take all my cum like a good fucking whore. You are all mine, and I will use you however I want, whether you like it or not."
That was it. I blew ropes of cum all over her face. I could see that she even loved it when I humiliated her. She wasn't fooling me. I rubbed my seed in with my cock.
A few drops dripped from her chin onto her dress. I pulled her by the hair, forcing her to look at me. I could see anger and lust in her eyes.
I smiled. "You look beautiful, pet."
Her face contorted in rage. “I highly doubt that. Can I have something to clean this mess up?”
I grinned at her.
"No. I want you to sit here for a few minutes. Part of your punishment is humiliation. You can take care of it when I allow you to get up."
She hissed through her teeth.
"I fucking hate you!"
I laughed at her.
“No, you don’t. You love being treated like a whore, but won't admit it. That’s what’s upsetting you.
You love every vile thing that I throw your way, and you know it.
That’s why you’re pissed. Now quiet. Keep your comments to yourself, or I will take the strap to your ass again. I will let you up in a few minutes.”
Kitlyn
I hate sitting here with this shit all over my face. I want to get away from him for a few minutes because I can’t stand looking at him right now. His punishment worked.
Even though I am mortified by what he just did to me, he was right. I am also turned on, and I didn't even get to climax.
Bastard!
If I had an orgasm, it might have been worth all this bullshit. He had an evil grin on his face.
"Stay put. I will be right back."
Please don't tell me he has some other deviant thing planned for me. I'm not up to it right now.
He returned with a washcloth, handed it to me, and sat down like nothing happened.
“Alright, pet, wash your face, then you can get acquainted with your surroundings. Just don’t try anything stupid."
He wagged his finger at me like I was a small child.
"If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are still looking for a way to escape, and that would be a mistake. I promise you can roam wherever you wish once we leave. Nothing but the beautiful Atlantic Ocean will surround you. Think of it as a long vacation."
He smiled as I washed the sticky goo off my face. Again, I was past the humiliation and anger. Everything I felt two minutes ago was an ancient memory. How fucked up is that? I felt like I was on a roller coaster ride these days.
He looked at me while he tugged at his chin.
"The thought of leaving sooner has been going through my head. I know you are getting depressed being cooped up all day. I want you to be in top health for what I have planned for us. Fix yourself before our company arrives.”
I jumped up and stood next to him. My feet felt like they couldn’t move. I felt my heart sink when he mentioned I was planning an escape.
How the hell does he know that?
Now, we may leave earlier. I looked at him, trying to read his emotions. It was almost impossible.
He always masked his feelings unless he was doing something disgusting to me. Then, it was a free-for-all. He kept nothing bottled up when he was getting his rocks off.
I kept my voice as steady as possible, not wanting to give away the anxiety I was feeling.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He shifted in his chair, raising a brow at me, nodding.
"Are the police looking for me?”
I could feel a lump form in my throat as the words spilled from my lips. I wasn’t sure if he would get upset by the question, but it was something that nagged me every day since he took me.
I was hoping he would at least tell me the truth. To my surprise, he didn’t seem annoyed by the inquiry. He reached out and began rubbing my thigh.
Shit.
I could feel my body reacting to his touch. Is this even normal? I wanted to know what the fuck was wrong with me. The man could kill with his bare hands, yet he could also make me wet just with the merest touch.
I didn't like the feelings he stirred in me, but I couldn't help it. The most fucked up part about this whole mess was that he wasn't even an ugly man.
He had to be so fucking damn good-looking, to boot. God either has a dark sense of humor or is just downright cruel. At least if Atlas were ugly, I wouldn't react so quickly to his touch. On the other hand, would I want him to be so unattractive that I would be sick with revulsion?
I pictured him fat and sloppy, with pimples sprouting across his face and a sweaty bald head.
My stomach pitched, and I felt a little queasy.
I guess I would rather have him the way he is.
At least I could enjoy the pleasure he allowed me without wanting to vomit because he looked like a gross, overweight, pimple-infested slob.
He gently squeezed my upper thigh before answering me.
"Yes, the police are looking for you. Your face was plastered all over the news the first week; now, it has somewhat settled down. Your friend Becca reported you missing. Therefore, I can’t allow you to step foot outside of this house at all. Once we leave, you will be free."
I doubted I would be rescued,even if they were looking for me. Atlas was too connected to be held accountable.
I listened closely as he continued to speak.
"The risk is too great, and there's no way I will allow them to take you from me. I have decided to board the plane sooner than planned. I need to get you the hell out of here. You’re mine; if anyone interferes with my plan, I will kill them without a second thought. Now we don’t want that, do we, pet?
I can’t kill multiple police officers without causing a statewide panic. How would that look on my resume?”
He laughed. I almost cried. We were leaving earlier than the original three-month plan. There was no way out of this fucking prison! He stood up, towering over me.
He kissed me on the forehead before barking an order.
“I chose the suit I want you to wear. It's lying on your bed. Go put it on. I want you to get into the pool and swim off some of your energy."
He snapped his fingers.
"Hop to it, Kitten. Move your ass.”