Atlas
The pulsing pain in my head when my eyes peel open reminds me I’m still alive. Or am I, since that Succubus is straddling me, turning my brain into a battlefield of conflicting signals?
Is it Hell or Heaven I’m in?
I lunge for her— Nope. I don’t, because my hands are bound by the same flex cuffs I’d brought for her. I pull on the restraints hard, but they don’t give.
That sneaky little demon! I’m definitely in Hell!
When I try to move my feet, plastic digs into my skin, making it impossible to budge even an inch. She took my jeans off? And where the fuck did she get more zip ties when I brought a single pair for her hands?
Then it hits me. The hardware store bag.
Fixing her lamp, my ass.
I’m down to boxers and an unbuttoned shirt, while my little demon is gliding her soft fingertips over my inked muscles.
Hell doesn’t sound so bad, actually.
“Are you okay, baby? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?” Her mellow voice is the embodiment of taunting.
“Oh, you little—” She cuts me off, pushing a pill into my mouth, which I spit out. Does she want to drug me now?
“A little blue pill so you will perform better,” Summer says, and I’m sure she catches my what the fuck expression before she snorts out a laugh.
“I’m just messin’ with you. See?” Leaning to the side without getting off my lap, she picks up a pack of Advil liquid gel tablets from the nightstand, which are indeed blue. “That’s in case you have a headache.”
“I do have one, thanks to you,” I snarl, but my tone levels up her cheerful spirits.
“Well, what can I say? You probably came here in hopes of getting head, and got a head . . . ache, instead.” She laughs again, and I struggle to hold my amusement at bay. “Come on, baby! That was funny.”
Another pill is slid past my lips, and this time I take it.
“Now swallow!” Summer eyes me, and I comply. “I bet you thought you’d be the one saying that to me.” She scrunches her nose while delivering the salty comment, looking fuckin’ adorable like this.
“Ha ha! You’re hilarious,” I say, masking the fact she indeed is.
“I know. But do you know what I don’t know?”
I try to decipher what comes next. With her, that’s always mission impossible.
“Where’s the big bad wolf now?”
My little Succubus wants to play?
I tug on my restraints hard in an attempt to break her bed frame, but it’s a pointless endeavor. When did my muscles become a mere decoration, too weak to wreck the damn thing? I zero back on the zip ties, noticing metal plates on the outer side of those headboard wooden slats.
For fuck’s sake, she had it reinforced?
Seems like breaking her bed won’t be happening today. All I can do now is bare my teeth at her in the most vicious way possible.
“Nope.” She boops my nose with her index finger, absolutely unbothered by the maniacal look I offer. “I don’t see a wolf here. More like a helpless, tied-down puppy. Will you stop barking up my tree, puppy?” She smirks.
“Will you start climbing mine, Succubus?”
Her hand darts for my throat, but to my surprise, unlike last night when she tried to strangle me to death, now she doesn’t squeeze. She shows dominance, without hurting me. At least for now.
“I’ll fuck you so hard I’ll destroy that tight cunt of yours,” I bark out that threat, but it’s one that doesn’t touch her, let alone faze her.
“Careful how you talk to me! I’m in control now. You didn’t expect that, did you?”
She did catch me with my pants off. Or more like she took them off.
But this isn’t even the most exciting fact.
It’s the bravery to do so—to plan it, to execute it, and have a man like me here, tied to her bed, talking to me in such a reckless manner.
I have no idea which of the above turns me on more.
Or maybe it’s the fact she’s straddling me with only a T-shirt on.
I’m hard in an instant at the sight of those perfect tits, unrestrained by a bra underneath her loose top.
I’m certain her ass sitting atop my erection is receiving the message.
“If you’re trying to get rid of me, your plan backfired miserably. Now my obsession with you is through the roof.”
“Then maybe I’ll simply kill you and be done with it.”
The look she shoots me is like the most dangerous predator is lurking behind her eyes, ready to rip me to shreds on a whim. Why does my brain register that as the most electrifying thing I’ve ever come across?
“The best part is I believe there’s a killer behind those pretty eyes, and you have no idea what that does to me.”
“Well, I have a solid idea.” Her gaze drops to my harder-than-ever dick pressing against her ass. “But feel free to elaborate further. Tell me . . . You wanna fuck me? You wanna date me? You wanna take me to your parents and fall on one knee? What do you want, puppy?”
You! All of you.
“Whatever I want, I’ll take it from you, Succubus,” I say, like I have some form of control at the moment.
“Tonight, you’re only getting what I allow,” Summer all but whispers in my ear when she leans forward, her sweet scent teasing me more than her words do.
Fingertips glide over my chest, paying special attention to each line the ink paints. Does she like my tats? She glances at me before shifting her gaze back to my chest, and her palms drift down the muscles of my stomach. I can’t honestly say which one of us is enjoying the experience more.
Summer’s hands reach for the waistband of my boxers and stay there while she peeks at me once more, catching my grin, which I don’t care to hide.
I gave her pleasure last night, so it’s fitting for her to return the favor.
At least, I hope that’s what she’s going for, and she’s not about to chop my dick off.
Her thighs—fuck, those thighs—glide further down on me, revealing a full-blown rock-hard erection that’s fighting to spring free from my boxers.
She pulls them down, her eyes holding mine with a gleam that says I can either end you now or fuck you till your end.
That’s her way of telling me she likes me, right?
Or am I just repeating such self-soothing thoughts to keep calm in a situation I have zero control over, with a woman who can pull a rabbit out of my ass with her tricks?
Summer’s attention falls to my cock, while I zero in on her eyes widening more than enough for me to know she loves what she’s seeing.
“That’s quite the superior example of a dick you have.” It’s the first time in my life I’m certain there’s so much smugness on my face that it’s practically seeping out of my pores. “Too bad it’s attached to your personality, which renders it unfuckable.”
And she manages to eviscerate it completely, as hers takes over.
She wraps her hand around my girth, and I let out an approving growl, but she doesn’t look at me. My cock has all her attention, and I can proudly claim my smugness again. Unfuckable personality? Yeah, right! She’s as fucked up as I am, and that’s one of the things we like about each other.
My little demon licks her lower lip and catches it between her teeth. I said I was feeling lucky in the morning, but could I be that lucky?
Deep blue eyes lock on mine, while her hand starts moving, slow and deliberate, up and down my shaft, and I crave more, looking forward to every stroke.
Unrushed movements with a firm grip, lacking any shyness or timidity.
Her hand swirls a bit, making me shudder, a jolt of pure ecstasy sending a frisson up my spine, forcing my eyes to close.
How can she give me so much pleasure with so little effort?
But then she halts, and my eyes snap open even before my brain can properly process what the sound of her mellifluous voice carries.
“Eyes on me when I give you pleasure!”
My own words from last night, boomeranging right back at me.
But instead of proceeding, her hand pulls away from me, and I am ready to beg her not to stop.
“What? Why? I mean . . . I-I am looking. My eyes are on you.” On a scale of 1 to 10 for sounding desperate, I hit 100.
“Having a stroke again, honey?” she mocks my distorted speech. “I’m not gonna let you come. And you’re spending the night here, tied like a dog on a leash, unable to jerk off, unable to touch me . . .”
Summer pauses, and her hands find the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it off her body.
I’m left with the sight of absolutely flawless, round breasts, begging to be squeezed, her pink, hard nipples luring me into complete surrender.
Silky red hair, spilled all around them, is the single thing touching those perfections when it should be my hands, my mouth, even my dick there instead.
“Fuckin’ hell! It’s a crime against humanity to be hiding those.” Once she’s mine, she’ll never wear clothes around the house, letting me drool over her tits at all times.
“Thank you! I grew them myself,” she adds with a smile, kneading her breasts with both palms, making my mouth water and my dick jump at the sight. “But you ruined my perfect little speech.”
She lowers herself on top of me, those breasts that are making me cross-eyed, bare against my chest. A rumbling sound comes out of me, provoked by pleasure in its purest form.
My cock presses into her belly as she gives me more than an ample amount of her skin on mine.
The softness, the sweet scent, everything about her makes me a madman.
Those luscious lips are so close to mine, I lift myself up enough to reach them, taste them, get the kiss I want so badly, like I’m some horny thirteen-year-old who’s never been kissed.
But she pulls away, denying me that pleasure.
The absence of her touch makes all the places she no longer is cold, lacking . . . her.
“. . . unable to do a thing to satisfy your desires,” she whispers her dark promise.
Next thing I know, she’s sliding off, and I’m ready to beg or whatever, so she would fuck me already.
“No. Wait! You can’t leave me like this! Come on, I was so good to you last night. I can be again. Wanna sit on my face, baby?”