Atlas #2
Not a shred of panic dares to touch her. She doesn’t move from her spot, and her body doesn’t tense when she sees me coming her way with the Glock. Passing by my desk, I take along the pink box I was initially headed for, while Summer is closely following my every move.
“I believe you. But I also believe you wouldn’t kill me,” I state with utmost conviction, holding onto the barrel of the gun as an offer.
Summer’s hand doesn’t tremble when she takes it, nor does she hesitate.
And she doesn’t simply hold the weapon, wondering what to do with it.
Her first reaction is to take out the magazine, checking if it’s full, before putting it back in.
Loading the gun, safety off, the muzzle pushes against my temple before I can blink.
I’d lie if I said the way she handles herself with a weapon doesn’t turn me on beyond reason.
I might die any minute now if she decides to pull the trigger, but I’m sure when the cops find me, I’d still have a hard-on.
Maybe they’ll bury me with my dick pointing at the sky. That’d be a sight.
“You think I won’t kill you because we’re at a party and I’m the last one seen with you?”
Honestly, I haven’t thought of that, but I’m glad her brain takes it into account.
“No. You won’t kill me, because you like me.” I dare to press a gentle kiss on her neck, sealing the words.
“You’re delusional,” she objects, but her pink, perked, hard nipples sharply disagree with the statement.
The muzzle of the Glock doesn’t leave my temple when I pull away to open the box. A glimpse of her face reveals her blinking rapidly, as though trying to clear the image from her mind.
“What the . . . ?!” She shakes her head adamantly. “You’re not putting this inside me, weirdo! I have a fucking gun to your head.”
“Then use it, honey. That’s the only way you’ll stop me.”
I’m sure the devil himself would envy my grin.
Her free hand shoots for the small, remotely controlled vibrator with an elongated part for the clit stimulation, but I catch it and pin it against the wall.
She tries to close her thighs, but my leg, forcing hers apart, doesn’t allow that.
The barrel digs harder against my temple, while she bares her teeth in exasperation and lets out a frustrated grunt.
She’s so fucking hot—naked, with a gun in hand, and that savage look on her face.
At this point, I’m confident I’m not getting buried tomorrow, so I feast on her flesh, kissing and biting every part of what belongs to me, while using the vibrator as a tease.
She keeps me at gunpoint, but trembles under my touch.
I let my hand that’s holding her wrist against the wall slide up, threading our fingers together, and she doesn’t object.
“Don’t,” she mewls a pathetic half-hearted protest before I plunge the vibrator inside her tight cunt, and the throaty moan almost makes me come in my pants. I don’t, so my bad-boy reputation is kinda saved.
I pull away, capturing a fascinating look on her face, embodying both a desire for me and the urge to kill me. She’s making me crazy, so it’s only fair for me to do the same, leaving her inadequate in her resolve.
Extending my hand, I wait patiently for the gun, but she’s in no hurry to return it. The way she huffs out her frustration, begrudgingly lowering the weapon, is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
Summer puts the safety back on, but instead of handing me the weapon, she starts unbuttoning the bottom of my shirt.
I’m left there wondering if it was that easy to make her give in.
She won’t leave my room for days, weeks, with all I have in store for her.
She’ll have to crawl her way out, because she sure as hell won’t be able to walk.
I’ll make sure there’s more of my cum inside her body than there’s blood.
Three buttons up and she stops, pulling a bit of my shirt’s fabric, and using it to wipe her prints off the weapon.
My freakin’ heart stops. How much more perfect can she get?
“I’m not giving you a gun with my prints on it. I’m not an idiot,” she snaps.
An unfamiliar urge crawls deep inside my chest, making me painfully aware I want not only to own her, but to keep her.
It takes me a while to be able to peel my eyes off her face and take the gun she’s holding in the palm of her hand, while keeping her fingertips off the surface.
I turn, taking a few steps for the safe, before peeking over my shoulder at what she’s doing.
“You take it out, and I’ll replace it with my dick,” I give her a fair warning, seeing how she’s reaching for the vibrator. “So please, proceed. I’m dying to fuck you senseless, and my restraints are barely holding, running on fumes, really.”
Her hand withdraws immediately. Guess we’re making progress, after all.
Gun back in the safe, I stride to her with my phone in hand. Summer covers her breasts with crossed arms, and the anger on her face morphs into a look I haven’t seen on her before, leaving her unable to meet my eyes. I stop an inch from her, but she still refuses to look at me.
It’s because of the phone, isn’t it?
“I’d never take a picture of you like this, honey.
You’re for my eyes only and no one else’s.
It would be a real nuisance to have to kill someone, but that’s exactly what’s going to happen if anyone but me sees you naked.
” My thumb traces her jawline as I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes.
It’s strange seeing a moment of vulnerability in her when I thought nothing, but the conversation about her family could bring that.
“The phone has another purpose. Test drive?”
Confused eyes stare at me, not aware of what I’m talking about.
I turn on the vibrator inside her through the app, pushing the power lever to the max.
Her body jerks forward, palms bracing on my chest, face buried there too, while her thighs rub together.
It’s only a test, so I lower the power level until it’s off.
Hands curl into fists around the fabric of my shirt, and her out-of-proportion dilated pupils lock on me.
It’s a real struggle for me not to burst out laughing.
“I’m going to have so much fun tonight.”