Chapter 28
Kitlyn
I entered the kitchen, hoping to grab some juice and a light breakfast without being seen. Of course, that was wishful thinking. This man is aware of everything I do except go to the bathroom.
I know he is a deviant and sadist, so I am grateful he isn't so disgusting that he would want to watch me while I was on the toilet. I am thankful he at least affords me some privacy when nature calls.
I was surprised he didn’t get angry when I flinched in his lap. I am always on eggshells around him. I never know what to expect, which makes me nervous.
It doesn’t matter that he has been overindulgent all week long. His moods change like the weather. I sat quietly, waiting for him to come back.
He returned quickly and sat next to me. He had the flogger, the vibrating butterfly, and a grin from ear to ear.
God, he is going to whip me!
My body felt excited and terrified at the same time. I eyed the whip, thinking about how much it would hurt, but then I looked at the butterfly.
If he uses the vibrator on me, it can't be any worse than his strap. I'm sure I can deal with it.
“Now, where were we, Pet? Oh yes, I was stroking your lovely flesh."
He laid the pussy pleaser and whip on the table. I didn't move. I felt scared and turned on at the same time.
I want him to whip me. Lord, help me.
I have lost my fucking mind.
I wonder if he'll foot the bill to hook me up with a shrink.
He put his hand up my dress again, picking up where he left off. My body broke out in goosebumps as he continued stroking my upper thigh.
His palm was getting closer to my sex, and God, I didn’t want that. If he rubs me there, I will fall apart.
He looked at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
“I think my pet likes this a lot.”
I turned my head, not wanting to see his smug face. I felt a blush on my cheeks. He immediately reached out, grabbed my chin, and turned my face toward him.
“Kitten, you have been with me long enough to know I don’t like when you look away from me. You’re to look at me when I caress your skin…always. I like to see the effect my touch has on you.”
My face burned crimson when my eyes stared into his.
He was right. I enjoyed his touch. He was a very skilled lover, and no matter how much I denied it to myself, I was here for it.
He once told me he wanted to make my pussy sing.
Well, the little traitor puts on a whole Vegas show for him. She is a shameless slut for him.
His voice was low and husky.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Now, why don’t you open those legs for me? It’s been some time since I felt my cunt.”
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart thumped loudly in my chest, sending shivers down my spine. He could be so crude, but I didn’t care. My eyes shifted away briefly before he snapped his fingers and barked.
“Up here, Kitten. Don't look away. You don’t want me to get upset, do you?” My mouth slacked open, and I shook my head. I certainly didn’t want to anger him. Not with that flogger sitting right there in front of me. I knew he would use it on me, but I didn't want it as a punishment.
I couldn't sit on my ass for a week the last time I was spanked, and that was by his hand. I obeyed like a good, obedient slave, parting my thighs for him.
“Ah, that’s it, pretty girl. Let’s see how wet your panties are.” I gasped, feeling flushed as he placed his hand over my sex. I could probably ring the skimpy garment out from being so turned on. He had that effect on me. I had no control over my body when it came to him.
My kidnapper played me like a well-tuned violin. He pulled my soaked thong off, throwing it to the floor, then turned his attention back to me, rubbing the inside of my pussy. I was turning into putty at his ministrations.
“That’s my sweet girl. Nice and primed for me. I think I'll have a little taste of that this morning before our three guests arrive.” My heart jumped, and my stomach did a flip.
Before I could react, he removed his finger from my sex, lifted me off the chair, and sat me on the table. It all happened in mere seconds. I rested on the edge with my legs dangling.
I felt like a little rag doll when he picked me up. He did it so effortlessly, as usual. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. I wondered what his next move would be, and my body tingled in anticipation.
I silently shrugged, keeping my thoughts under wraps.
If I can’t beat him, I may as well join him and enjoy the ride. What the hell else did I have to look forward to?
I gazed at him. He had the look of the devil himself on his handsome face. “That’s much better, pet. Now, spread 'em. I want to look at the pussy that has my dick throbbing and my mind all fucked up.”
I shuddered, feeling turned on by his filthy words. I did as I was told. Even though I felt a little embarrassed, I was looking forward to something that felt good for a change. The thought of his tongue in my pussy almost broke me apart.
He sat back down in the chair, pulling me roughly by the waist until my butt cheeks hung over the edge of the table. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips while staring at my sex.
I realized at that moment just how much power I had over him. At least when it came to sex, anyway. I wanted more of it. Out of nowhere, the words just spilled from my mouth like word vomit.
“Is this what you want, Atlas? Do you want to taste my pussy? You want to eat me out until I cum all over your fucking face?” I was almost numb with shock. I couldn’t believe I just said that.
Who was I?
He growled like an animal as he pulled both of my legs over his shoulders and buried his face in my snatch. He licked and sucked my clit like a man possessed. I threw my head back, loving every minute of it.
He held my thighs open in an iron grip. I could feel his fingers digging roughly into my flesh. It was painful, but his tongue on my clit was blissful. The pain and pleasure mixed were his thing. It would always be his kink.
No matter how we did it, he was always going to add some roughness to the session, and right now, I don’t mind. I knew he was going to leave some serious bruises on my inner thighs, and the thought excited me.
His wet tongue lapped at my clit in a steady rhythm. I laid back on the table and enjoyed the pleasant feeling floating through my body. My vision blurred as his tongue continued assaulting the sensitive little knot between my legs.
My thighs were burning as his grip tightened, but I liked the feeling. I was enjoying his total dominance over me, and I wouldn't question any of it right now. I wanted nothing but his mouth and lips on my needy pussy.
“Oh God, that feels so fucking good.”
I moaned while licking my dry lips. He stopped, lifting his head from between my legs, leaving me confused.
“What’s my name, Kitten?”
I frowned because I didn’t understand why he had stopped to ask me something so silly. My eyes darted back and forth. My sex felt betrayed at the sudden loss of his tongue.
“Uhh, Atlas, why?” He smiled as his finger rubbed my clit.
“I want to hear you call my name when I make you climax. Scream it out, just like you do when you beg me to stop spanking you when you’re being punished. Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I wasn’t embarrassed when he asked me what I wanted. I needed him to get me off; that's what I wanted. There was no shame in my game right now. My body craved him, just like he said it would. I looked directly into those steely grey eyes, feeling all my power over him.
“I want you to finish what you started. I want you to make me cum all over your face, Atlas.” He inhaled deeply, licking his lips as he looked at me with half-closed lids.
“That’s my fucking good girl. You are learning to please me.
” He replaced his finger with his tongue, going straight for my clit.
I threw my head back as tiny volts of electricity shot through me.
Every time he put pressure on the swollen knot, the shards of pleasure went through all my nerve endings.
He ate me out like it was his job. The man knew what he was doing and was excellent at it.
"Oh God, Atlas…. Yes…Oh, please…please. I am going to cum.” He pressed harder against the little nerve endings, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my body. I felt myself buck and bounce as he wrung the orgasm from deep within my core.
My clit was sensitive, and I couldn’t take much more. I pushed at his head, trying to make him stop stabbing me with his tongue, but he didn’t budge. He kept gently licking and sucking the engorged flesh.
“Oh, Atlas. No more. Please stop!”
I was desperate. I heard him laugh low as his tongue lashed out one last time before he pulled his head out from between my legs. I gasped, relief written all over my face. Our eyes met as my body convulsed from the aftershocks of my orgasm. His lips and chin looked like a glazed donut.
There was no denying how much he turned me on. He was wearing the evidence around his mouth. He had a dark, lustful look in his eyes.
I knew what was coming next from his thick, heavy breathing. He stood up from the table without saying a word. I could see his erection through his jeans.
I was still breathless myself, trying to come down from my high. He would not allow my body to relax. He had other plans for me.
Without a word, he lifted me by my waist from the table, setting me on my feet, facing away from him. I didn’t jump or fight. I allowed him to do as he pleased.
He pushed my upper body forward, not too roughly, but not gently, over the table. I gripped the edges tightly because I knew he was going to fuck me like an animal. Luckily, most of the furniture was bolted to the floor; otherwise, given the brutal way he fucked, the table might have tipped over.
He lifted my cute little dress over my hips, leaving my ass and pussy exposed. I heard him remove his belt from his jeans. I jumped at the sound, not sure if he would strike me with that or the flogger.