Epilogue
Three years later
Kitlyn
"That's it, Mrs. Dimitri Petrov. Crawl to me like a good girl.
" I didn't hesitate. My knees sank into the cool tile of our playroom, the one we had designed together after coming home from Mexico, a space that belonged to no one but us. Three years later, I was stronger, healed, whole, and Atlas’s wife.
I crawled toward him on all fours, naked, my palms flat against the floor, my body buzzing with anticipation.
My king was waiting, sprawled in the black leather chair, thighs spread wide, his cock hard and ready.
Those eyes, dark and unrelenting, followed my every move until I knelt at his feet, looking up at him through my lashes.
"You know why we're here, right, pet?" His voice was sharp, controlled, but I heard the thread of amusement underneath.
"Yes, Atlas."
"Tell me why, Kitten."
I swallowed, my mouth dry. "Because I was late coming back from Becca and Jacob's this morning."
His gaze hardened, penetrating through me.
"What did I tell you would happen if you weren’t back on time?"
My hands twisted nervously at my sides, the heat rising in my chest, my heart thumping wildly.
"You told me I would get the paddle across my ass, and I wouldn't be allowed to cum if I was even one minute late."
"And how late were you, pet?"
I cleared my throat before answering.
"An hour."
"That's right. A fucking hour." His jaw clenched, his cock twitching against his thigh. "Stand up. Bring me the paddle hanging on the wall. The thickest one we have."
My pulse hammered in my throat, fear and excitement twisting together, the way only he could make it happen.
I crossed the room, my legs trembling, and pulled the four-inch thick weapon from its hook.
The handle felt solid in my hand. I carried it back and offered it to him, my fingers brushing his as I placed it in his palm.
"Get into position, young lady."
I froze, chewing my lip. "But Atlas, I had to help Becca with some of the wedding details, and—"
His hand shot up, silencing me.
The air shifted, sharp as a knife.
"I understand everyone is excited for her and Jacob, but you didn't even fucking text me an explanation. You tossed me aside, Kitten. That doesn't happen. Now—lie across my lap. I won't say it again."
Sweat broke out on my forehead.
My body shook, but not from fear.
This was ours:
Our ritual.
Our intimacy.
Our power.
Slowly, I climbed over his lap, my boobs pressing into the leather cushion, with my ass arched high.
My long hair spilled forward, grazing the floor until Atlas gathered it in one fist, tugging my head back just enough to remind me who I belong to.
His hard-on pressed against my stomach, throbbing with the same hunger I felt between my legs.
"Open your thighs."
I obeyed instantly. My breath hitched as two thick fingers slid inside me, the stretch achingly familiar.
I was already dripping. My crazy lover knew I would be.
He'd trained me for this—taught me how to cum without rubbing my clit, taught me how to hold back until he commanded release.
We had a lot of practice over the last three years, and he was an excellent teacher.
"Who owns this pussy, Kitten?"
I sucked in a breath as he finger-fucked me.
"You do, Atlas."
He leaned over, his lips brushing my ear, his voice a growl. "Three years ago, you were almost broken. Now look at you. My perfect Kitten, on my lap, wet and ready to take her punishment."
He removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, cleaning up my mess.
I already ached for him.
“Ready, Kitten?”
I nodded, excited and nervous at the same time.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
I yelped as the paddle came down across my bottom. Pain bloomed hot, deep…intoxicating. I moaned into the leather cushion, my body already begging for more.
‘You better not cum. Now count," he ordered.
"One," I gasped.
The second strike burned deeper, my thighs quivering.
"Two."
I felt his smile against my ear, wicked and proud.
"Good girl."
The paddle came down again, firm and merciless. I cried out, my voice muffled against the chair, but my hips pressed back for more.
"Three."
The sting spread fiery heat across my bottom, each strike chipping away the last pieces of doubt that had once lived in me. My body shook, not from fear, but from want.
From need.
Atlas's voice rumbled above me, dark and commanding.
"Look at you, begging for the pain. My Kitten loves being punished, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Atlas," I whispered, my throat raw. "I love it."
Another crack, harder this time.
My sex clenched, drenched, and desperate.
"Four."
He slid his fingers back inside me, pumping slow, relentless, the paddle resting on my ass as if daring me to disobey.
"Don't you dare cum," he growled. "You hold it until I give you permission."
The tension coiled in my belly, hot and unbearable. He always knows how to take me right to the edge, to straddle the line between bliss and agony until I am shaking with the effort of holding back.
I bit my lip, my nails digging into the chair. "Please…"
He tightened his grip in my hair, yanking my head back until my mouth fell open….a desperate moan escaped my lips. "You don't beg, Kitten. You obey."
Another strike.
"Five."
I was trembling now, my body arching, my ass throbbing from the heat of the spanking. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but they weren't from pain. They were from the release I wasn't allowed to have.
This was exquisite torture only Atlas could give me.
He pulled his fingers out, his cock pressing against my soaked pussy.
"You've been such a good pet. Obeying like a good girl. Do you think you earned your orgasm?"
"Yes, Atlas. Please."
"Convince me, Kitten."
I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes, my voice breaking. "Because I'm yours. Every inch of me. Every scream, every breath, every climax. You own me."
His eyes darkened, satisfaction burning in them.
"Damn right I do."
He lifted me into his arms, stood up, and then placed me on the floor. "Bend over. Spread those legs and hold on to the chair." He barked.
I did as I was told, my pussy primed and ready for him.
He entered me in one hard thrust, and I screamed—raw, unfiltered, and pure. His hand pressed into the small of my back, forcing me to take every inch, my body molding to his cock like it was made just for him. Only him.
"Now," he growled, pounding harder.
"Cum for me, Kitten. Show me who you belong to."
The words shattered me. My body gave in, convulsing around him as my orgasm ripped through me, violent and overwhelming. My vision blurred, my cries echoing in the room as wave after wave crashed over me.
Atlas fucked me through it, branding me all over again.
"Ahhhh…shit, Kitten. I'm going to fill you with my cum. Mark what's mine. What has always been mine!" I felt his body shudder as he throbbed inside me. When his climax subsided, I collapsed against the chair, weightless. His hand stroked my hair as the room quieted.
We stayed like this, tangled together, his cock still resting inside me, his breath hot against my ear.
"Three years," he murmured, kissing the back of my neck. "And you're still mine."
I smiled through my tears of joy, exhausted and grateful to be with the man I love. He lifted me into his arms then, carrying me from the playroom to our bed, the paddle left behind on the chair; a reminder of how far we had come.
Three years ago, I was a captive.
A victim.
Broken and afraid.
Now? I was completely healed.
I wasn't Hector's victim anymore.
I wasn't a victim at all.
I belonged to Atlas.
I felt safe knowing the tracker was still in my neck.
He told me about it after we got back to Rhode Island, and honestly, I was fucking grateful he'd put it there—otherwise, I might not even be here.
When he came clean about his security company and all the cameras he'd installed in my house, that's when we finally had a real fresh start.
A clean slate. No more secrets. I trusted my husband with my life.
He owned me, and I have never felt more liberated and at peace with the man who started as my stalker and ultimately became my husband.
I was his in every way.
His lover.
His pain slut—and this was our love story.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.
Everything had come full circle, and now I was healed and blissfully happy.
Atlas is my partner.
My confidant.
My deviant lover.
My fucking crazy psychopath!
And you know what?
I wouldn't have it any other way.