Chapter 35
Atlas
I can't believe this little witch has me bound up and is going to defile my virgin asshole. I don't give a flying fuck about her little warning about me not following her or bringing her back here. The other tracker's in her neck, and you bet your ass I will watch her.
When I take her the next time, she will never be free again, and she will be punished and locked up like a caged animal. Although I probably deserve this, it is irrelevant. I am the only one who should be in charge. Not this little twirp.
I am skilled in anal, but she is not. If she uses that thing up my ass brutally, it could ruin me for life. I tried not to tense up, waiting for her to violate me.
I allowed my mind to wander, hoping this would be over quickly. She would be satisfied with her revenge, escape; then, I would hunt her down again. I waited for a good five minutes, but nothing happened. I turned to look at her.
She was sitting on the kitchen chair with tears in her eyes. I was so zoned out, waiting for the attack, that I didn't sense her moving away from me. The threat of being sodomized with a huge butt plug will make a person check out mentally.
I had to keep cool.
I didn't want to anger her any more than she already was.
" Kitlyn, why are you crying? Just take your revenge, and you can go. I won't follow you or threaten you again."
That was a fucking lie, but I would not tell her that while she held my life and the health of my ass in her hands.
She looked at me while streams of tears cascaded down her cheeks. "This isn't me, Atlas."
She sobbed.
"I can't use this huge thing on you. I don't even know how to. My goal isn't to kill you or tear up your insides. I just wanted you to empathize with me and understand that what you did was wrong. I wanted you to take my place for a few minutes to see how it feels."
She wiped her nose with her hand.
My pet is always so ladylike.
She looked at me, still crying.
"I needed you to experience what it's like to be as helpless as I was." She threw her hands up.
"I can't even use the flogger on you, for Christ's sake! I want to grab Tuna and be on my way with no trouble from you. I want my life back."
Tears were running down her face as she sadly looked at me. "I want kids someday, Atlas. My choices should be my own. I don't want another person to do that for me. I was ready to accept my place with you until I overheard your plans with Yara, your brother, and the other guy."
She crossed her arms over her chest.
"The reality of that conversation hit me like a ton of bricks. I finally realized that I was truly with a killer, and that frightened me, but when you told me you were going to sterilize me, that was the nail in the coffin."
She shook her head adamantly, holding her ground.
"I can't go for that, Atlas, and I won't. Let's say you had me sterilized.
You would have taken something vital from me- something I could never get back, and I would never have forgiven you for it.
You would have stolen the very essence of who I am, and if I died trying to get away from you, so be it.
I swear to God, I would take my life if that were to happen.
My decision to have children is not yours to make. "
She fell to her knees, sobbing. "Please, Atlas, just set me free. I won't go to the police, I promise. I want only what was mine to begin with. My freedom."
She put her hands over her face, sobbing. Her little body was quaking and trembling.
I was feeling remorseful for everything I had done to her.
This was not supposed to go this way. Visions of my mother flashed through my mind.
My father yelling at her. Him beating her while she cowered in the corner, screaming for him to stop.
My brothers and I were terrified and bawling because we couldn’t help her. This is not what I want for her.
"Kitlyn, don't cry. I want you to calm down before you get sick. Get a hold of yourself. I know you hate me, and I probably deserve that from you, but I need you to be my good girl and pull yourself together right now. Can you do that for me?"
She gazed at me with a surprised look on her face, nodding. She was no longer sobbing, but her voice cracked, revealing the depths of her sadness.
"I don't hate you, Atlas. I don't want to hurt you or humiliate you. What I want for you is for you to find peace within yourself. You can beat me; you can keep me tied up and locked away, but I won't let you take my right to have children from me. I would rather die if it came to that."
She stood up and grabbed the remote from the table.
This was it. She was leaving me.
My cock was no longer stiff. It felt as if my heart was ripping apart. She didn't violate me or use the flogger. If I were her, I would have used both without mercy. She showed compassion, something that I am entirely devoid of.
Her emotions stirred something profound within my black heart. I realize now she has become more to me than just a fuck toy. Sometime within the past month, I developed a slight soft spot for her; I didn't want to admit it to myself.
Although the thought nipped at the back of my mind occasionally, I wasn't fully aware that I cared for her until a few minutes ago. The reality was sobering. I don't want her in a depressed state all the time.
That would kill me. I am a brutal man, and I know I will only want more from her if she stays with me because I do enjoy marking her skin; that is just who I am. I never really hurt her, but the scenes would become more intense, and I needed her to want to be with me for that to happen.
Although I used the belt and flogger on her, I made sure she had her pleasures, too.
Being cuffed to a table leg was fucking embarrassing, especially by a slight girl compared to me.
It was almost fucking comical, but she did it out of desperation, and like an idiot, I allowed her the opportunity because I was smitten with her and gave her permission to lash out at me.
Now look where we are. I let her get under my skin, and I shouldn't have, but it was too late.
I no longer saw her as an object to fuck so that I could get my rocks off. I saw her as a person with feelings, and that just screwed up my plans for her…for us.
I know if I moved forward with the sterilization, it would completely break her. Although my initial goal was to shatter her and put her back together again, things have changed these past few weeks.
The thought no longer makes my dick hard.
I think I am the one who is broken. Imagine the evil bad boy Atlas, defeated by a mere one-hundred-and-twelve-pound little girl? I would never have believed it if I weren’t living it right at this very moment.
I can't keep her against her will and continue to push her limits when she is miserable. That wouldn't work for me.
I wanted her to accept me, but that plan was no longer valid. I believe she would have stayed with me if it weren't for the tubal ligation.
No matter how much I want her, I cannot take the chance of her getting pregnant. Children are not negotiable. Of course, I could easily grab her after she escapes and immediately take her to the Island or another one of my properties, but I no longer want that.
As much as it kills me, it's time to release her. I looked at her, feeling a loss I hadn't felt in over thirteen years.
"Grab Tuna and his carrier Kitlyn. Pack your clothes as well. I will bring you home. You can remove me from these cuffs. You have my word; I will release you. I only want you to be happy with your life now."
I kept my tone low and gentle. I was being honest, and I wanted her to trust me.
"At first, you were nothing but a toy for me to play with. I had no feelings towards you as a human being and did not care about your emotions. I was going to just fuck you and provide the basic necessities while throwing in some extra essentials for your obedience, but that changed over time."
I couldn't believe I was confessing this to her, but she had broken through a part of my heart that I thought no longer existed.
"I know I am a monster, Kit, but you matter to me, and I just want you to enjoy your life.
I will help you get out of here. Please uncuff me. I promise I will let you go."
Kitlyn
My hands are sweating, and the old familiar lump in my throat has reappeared. Of course, it feels like I can't swallow, and I hate that feeling. I don't want to end up in full-blown panic mode.
As much as I wanted to punish him for everything he subjected me to, I couldn't violate the man. I was so upset at first, but after lubing up his ass and saturating the butt toy, I couldn't bring myself to hurt him.
I had great intentions, but my anger dissipated, and I didn't feel as victorious as I thought I would. My freedom is all I want. I no longer need revenge, and I have no intention of turning him in.
A lot of good that would do, anyway. Even if I called the authorities right now, they might have taken him to jail, but I know he would have gotten out with the help of the CIA, and I would be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.
I did not want him as an enemy, that's for sure. No, I needed to be on his good side. Otherwise, I would lose. I contemplated freeing him from the cuffs.
I could leave him bound up and contact Joey to remove them to set him free. By that time, I would be long gone, but he would only hunt me down again, so if he says he is going to set me free, then I believe him…I think.
I was apprehensive about what he would do to me if I released him. I looked down at him, lying there naked on the kitchen floor. God, he was such a gorgeous man. I must give credit where credit is due.
He was sculpted like a friggan Greek God.
He was so handsome it was almost painful to leave.
Maybe I was stupid and trusted him too much, but I decided to let him go.
I didn't think he would punish me too harshly if he lied.
After all, I never hurt him physically. Maybe his pride was a little bruised, but at least I didn't take his ass like he did mine.
I didn't beat him with the flogger either.
I only kneed his balls twice.
I hope he will forgive me for that. Once his hands were free, I would deal with whatever consequences I might face. If he punishes me, I hope he at least shows me the same courtesy I just showed him, but this was Atlas. He had no compassion for anyone.
The spankings no longer bothered me. I enjoyed them. Imagine that? He taught me how to relax and give in to the feeling so I could take whatever he gave me without fear.
I may regret this, but fuck it. I stood up from the chair and grabbed the keys to the cuffs.
Before I unlocked them, I sat across his stomach with my naked pussy resting on the tufts of his hair.
I leaned over and whispered into his ear softly."If I set you free. You promise you won't hurt me for what I have done?"
His beautiful grey eyes stared into mine.
What did I see? Relief, hurt, loss? I wasn't sure.
"Kitten. I mean, Kitlyn, you have my word. I will not hurt you, and I will give you back your freedom."
I slid across his stomach, dragging my still-soaked pussy along with me. His cock instantly shot up.
He still had a fucking hard-on, even after all this shit.
I almost laughed at its absurdity. Leaning over the leg of the table, I released one hand and then the other. I could feel my heart thumping through my chest. My mouth went dry, and my stomach flipped as he rubbed both wrists. I was still sitting on his stomach, frozen in fear.
Would he take me back into my room and lock me up?
Will he punish me for doing what I did to him?
I didn't move an inch while he shook his wrists, getting the blood flowing again. He moved his massive hands, gently resting them on my hips.
I stayed perfectly still. He easily lifted me off his stomach and slowly sat me down on top of his raging hard-on.
His hips didn't thrust into me forcefully; he pushed me down gently on his thick shaft until I accommodated his entire length. I didn't resist. I enjoyed having sex with him.
I didn't need to lie to myself anymore to preserve my sanity. I enjoyed the kinky and humiliating things he did to me. There, I admit it. I don't care anymore.
I am not sure why it turned me on, but it did. I think I was angrier at the thought of losing my freedom than anything he put me through. What did it matter now that I would be free from him soon? I'm no better than he is.
I've come to enjoy the dirty things he did to me. I guess this was our final goodbye fuck, and I was all in. Although his ankles remained secured, he thrusted into me easily. I was still slick from him eating me out earlier.
When I sat on his face, all my inhibitions and modesty flew right out the window. I was no longer shy with my abductor. He trained my body well in the brief time we spent together. His cock was amazing.
I felt satisfied. He hasn't buried himself in my pussy since the second night of my forced arrival, and it didn't even last that long because he switched over to my ass to avoid getting me pregnant.
I threw my head back as he pumped into me. I could feel my vaginal muscles clench around his dick.
"Oh God…God, you feel so fucking good inside me."
He was breathing heavily as he picked up the pace, slamming his cock deeper into my hungry sex, hitting my G spot.
"Say my name, Kit.” He grunted.
"Tell me how much you are going to miss me, my fat cock, and my kinky sex play. I need to hear you say it. Tell me."
My eyes were almost crossed as I rode him in a frenzy.
"Oh, Atlas, I will miss this. I will never forget your cock and the way you played your dirty games with me. You crazy fuck."