Chapter 23 #2
I just stood there for a minute, trying to process everything. He slapped me hard across my ass, making me yelp. His sinister laugh echoed throughout the room. I wanted to cover my ears and block out the sound. I felt sick, so I ran from him, making a beeline out of the kitchen.
I needed to distance myself from the monster before I hauled off and whacked him across his smug face. All I am to him is a fuck doll.
I couldn’t even curse him out loud once I entered my bedroom because he watched me like a hawk with those damn cameras! I don’t want him to think I am still angry and rebellious. I need him to trust me, but does it matter now that his plans have changed?
I pressed my fingers against my temples, shaking my head.
I have no fucking idea how to get out of this mess.
Should I accept my fate with him and pray he doesn’t scar me from head to toe whenever his dark mood rears its ugly head?
I highly doubt I will ever get away from him.
There really is no escape. He warned me, and he wasn’t fucking lying.
I changed into my bathing suit.
It wasn’t like I was obeying his command; I was looking forward to jumping into the pool. I had been cooped up in my room for so long that I would have happily spent all day in the main bathroom just for a change of scenery.
When I entered the kitchen, Joey and a woman, who I assumed was Yara, were sitting at the table chatting with him. All eyes turned to me. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious, standing there in a bikini.
Atlas chose it for me; of course, it left nothing to the imagination.
The skimpy outfit barely covered my breasts, and though the bottoms covered my cheeks, it left little to the imagination.
His eyes practically raped my half-naked body while Joey did a once-over and smiled.
Yara's stare lingered a little too long, making me feel uneasy.
She looked me over from top to bottom, her eyes burning into the areas where Atlas left his marks. They were plain as day because of where he left them.
I was sure he wanted them to see his conquest. His property.
I couldn’t make out the emotion on her face.
Was it jealousy I saw? She wasn’t friendly to me.
When Atlas introduced us, she barely acknowledged my presence, nodding her head once, then looking away as if I were an annoying fly on the wall. I wasn’t happy with her attitude.
The bitch was rude, and there was no need for it.
She had a bug up her ass, and I didn't know why. I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but I didn’t.
I had just been given a little freedom. There was no way I was going to screw that up for myself.
If she were jealous of me, I honestly didn’t see why.
She was very attractive, almost supermodel gorgeous. I wonder if she and Atlas slept together. Maybe that’s why she didn’t like me. I wasn’t sure what to think.
I made a mental note to ask him later when we were alone.
Personally, I didn’t care if she liked me. I had bigger things to worry about. I just ignored her while waiting for Atlas to finish the conversation.
He stood up from the table, smiling at his company.
“I am going to take Kit for a dip. If you two want to join us, please feel free." Joey, you have swim trunks in your room, and Yara, there are some brand new suits in the changing room down at the pool if you’re interested.”
She smiled at him, laughing lightly, and answered in her breathy voice. “I will skip the swim, Atlas, but I will join you poolside to finish our discussion.”
Great, she was going to be ogling me the whole time!
Suddenly, I felt self-conscious and wanted to decline the invitation, but I knew better. He would get pissed off if I did that, so, like a good little prisoner, I did as I was told.
She smiled at him again.
“I need to use the facilities. I’ll only be a minute.”
He nodded. “I'm not sure what you will be doing in the bathroom, but if you use the code to open the window, lock it back up. You may still want to change into a suit, Yara. It is very hot at the pool.”
She shook her head, smiling.
“No, I am fine. I think I am dressed appropriately to withstand the heat. I have the code, Atlas. I won’t be smelling it up if that's what you are insinuating. You know my shit doesn't stink, so there is no need for me to open the window."
He threw his head back, laughing at her lame-ass joke. I took it as her being a snotty bitch, but that was just me.
"I’ve only been here a dozen times since you bought the place. I know my way around.” Her breathy voice purred.
She turned her bleached-blonde head towards me and, with the fakest smile I’ve ever seen, got up from her chair and headed for the bathroom.
She seemed to always have a genuine smile for Atlas.
I am sure she has the hots for my kidnapper, and I was positive that is why she wasn’t too thrilled with me being around.
Joey looked at his brother.
“I am going to decline the invitation if you don’t mind. I have some things I need to do this morning. I wrote your itinerary for the week and will see you when I return.”
He looked at me and smiled.
“Enjoy your swim, Kitlyn. I will see you this afternoon. Oh, and congratulations on your release from prison.”
Atlas scowled at his brother. “Enough of the snarky comments, Joe. Be on your way.”
He pulled the remote from his pocket and unlocked his fortress to let Joey out. Now I was the one who was fucking jealous. I wished he would allow me to leave.
I felt my heart sink when I heard the doors lock again. Unless I could figure a way out of this house in a couple of days, I was a cooked duck. Once we leave, I will never be free again. Atlas grabbed my hand and led me towards the basement, yelling for Yara to meet us downstairs when she was done.
Atlas
My Queen was stunning in the bikini I picked out.
It fit her curves like a glove. I especially loved how the bottom covered most of her ass, leaving just a little cheek peeking out.
My eyes were glued to her as she dipped her toe in, testing the temperature, before jumping in.
I sat at the bar, staring at her with what I am sure was a nerdy smile.
It pleased me to see her having some fun. That bathing suit had me all twisted in knots. I had to keep my mind on other things, so my cock wouldn’t spring out of my trunks.
I probably should have chosen a one-piece instead, but fuck it.
The only other person who would be with us was Yara, and she would not be lusting after her, so If I get as hard as a rock watching the little minx swim, so be it.
I didn’t give a shit if Yara saw my erection. She will spend a lot of time with us when we leave, so there is no use trying to hide the fact that my captive turns me on.
I have seen many women in bikinis, and I never had the reaction I was having to my pet.
I am hooked. Although I will always enjoy leaving my marks on her pale skin, I feel the overwhelming urge to protect her.
I wasn’t sure why, but the notion was unnervingly strong.
She belongs to me. I will never share her, and I can’t wait to fuck her again.
I wanted to give her time to heal and process what happened between us.
I never give a fuck about how the woman feels after a session, but this one was different. She stirred a bit of compassion in my icy heart. She was younger than the other women I had been with, and I didn’t want to break her into pieces all at once.
I’ll train her a little at a time. She will deal with my sadistic side; then, my gentle side will rescue her.
I wonder if astrology has something to do with people's personalities.
I am a Gemini, and it seems I have two sides to mine.
The thought made me laugh. I settled my eyes back on Kitlyn.
I already know how much her pussy enjoys me.
I wrung multiple orgasms from her last week, and I intend on ringing a lot more out of that hot little body. She enjoys the belt across her ass, just as I knew she would. I will eventually graduate to paddles, whips, and canes.
All in good time, of course.When she is a good girl, I will always give her pleasure.
If she is naughty, the punishment is nothing but the whip.
She is already learning that lesson. She has been excellent this past week, and I am happy to reward her.
I continued watching her swim laps across the pool.
I thoroughly enjoy her happiness. This is a feeling I haven't felt since my mother died at the hands of my father. I didn't enjoy trudging through those memories, but they popped up from time to time. My father was a vicious man.
I know I have a sadistic side, but I am nothing like my old man. He was the devil. I am aware some people think I am the dark demon myself, but I know for a fact my father wore the title proudly.
He was a hundred times worse than I could ever be. I know I take after him somewhat, but I also have my mother in me. The sweetest, most beautiful human being I have ever known, and he took her from us.
That is why I killed him and came back to America with my two brothers in tow. I had help from relatives on my mother's side.
They assisted me in escaping the Russian authorities and got me back to the States with Zach and Joey. I was 17 years old. Our uncle, aunt, and a bodyguard accompanied us to help me with the boys and get us settled.
It was no simple task because my father was part of the Soviet Army, but we pulled it off, and I have lived in America on and off ever since. I stay at my other properties throughout the year. It depends on what’s happening in my life.
Money wasn't an issue because I, as the eldest son, inherited my father's estate. His wealth assisted me in getting to where I am now. After murdering my father for good reason, I was never the same.
My violent side progressed, and that is when my bodyguard and uncle, along with a few of my mother's relatives, decided I should join the army. So, I did, and here I am today—an assassin who works for the CIA and some of the underbelly of society.
Yara pulled a chair next to me, pulling me out of my head. She looked over at Kitlyn, watching her intently.
“She is quite young, Atlas, and very plain-looking. What possessed you to kidnap her when you could have any woman you want?"
Including me. Say the word handsome, and I’ll crawl to you on my hands and knees.
I looked at her, keeping my anger concealed.
She is insulting my pet, and I don’t like it.
“She isn’t that young. She is 23. Old enough for what I want her for.
I am only 7 years older than she is. She will learn a lot from me.
Second, she is not plain by any means. I think she is beautiful.
I saw something I liked and took it. Who was going to stop me?
You know the power I have as far as the government goes. Hell, my real name isn’t even Atlas!"
I glanced at my girl for a second, watching her enjoy herself. I loved that she was smiling again.
I turned my attention back to Yara, speaking in a low tone.
"It was a name I chose when I signed on with the CIA. Only my brothers know my identity. I have worked with you for quite a few years, and you don’t even know who I am. All of you, including Jacob, know what my darkest proclivities entail, and I have never apologized for who and what I am."
I ran my fingers through my hair, wondering why I was even explaining myself to her, but I continued in a hushed tone.
"You were with me the times she showed up under our radar. I consider her my property and will keep her, whether she likes the idea or not. Because we will all be spending a great deal of time together on the Island, I wanted to introduce you to her. I don’t want you to pity her or feel as though what I am doing is wrong. "
She looked at me with a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and licked her lips.
“I know your real name isn’t Atlas. I have always known.
I didn’t mean to get your balls in a knot as far as the girl is concerned.
I am just surprised that you had to stoop to this level to find a plaything for your kinky side, that is all.
In all honesty, and I mean this in the most respectful way, if you needed to let out the beast, I would have happily allowed you to whip my ass if that is what it took to keep you levelheaded.
I am here for you, Atlas. You know that. ”
God, you’re gorgeous.
I would willingly let you spank me without a fight.
I raised my brow, allowing what she said to sink into my brain. I smiled slightly, amused by her frankness.
"Well, thanks for the compliment, Yara, but you know that will never happen. You are my employee, and I consider you a friend. We have known each other for several years. We work well together. I would never jeopardize that relationship."
I grinned from ear to ear, my eyes burning into hers.
"Besides, you should be careful what you wish for. I can get pretty violent with a belt and a whip."
She looked confused, then turned her head to look at Kitlyn, sizing her up.
"And you think that little wisp of a girl can handle your violence? Come on, Atlas, she is petite compared to the regular women you mess with. I think you would break her in half."
I leaned in close, trying to hide my amusement because I couldn't believe we were having this conversation.
"She can handle me just fine. I never said I was as cruel to her, did I? Now, let's get off the subject of my sex life and get down to business, shall we?"
She turned on the charm, smiling sweetly.
"I apologize if I overstepped my boundaries. It won't happen again."