Chapter 29
Atlas
Fuck! I couldn’t get enough of this little succubus. As I continued burying my tongue in her tight hole, I had to wonder who was in charge of who. Right now, I would burn down an entire village for her if she asked me to. That’s how bad my obsession was becoming.
I love making her pussy and ass sing for me.
She tasted so goddamn good. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her cream.
Her scent drove me wild, bringing out the sadistic side of me.
The more time I spend with her, the more my dark, kinky side emerges.
I know she isn’t a fan of anything anal, but I will break her of that.
I love her ass just as much as I love her pussy. Although I want to sink my cock deep within her cunt, I will use only her ass until I have her tubes tied. I plan to do it as soon as we land on the island.
I haven't spoken with her yet, but I will discuss it soon. Shaking the thought from my head, I focus on bringing my little pet to orgasm. I lapped at her tight little ring, pushing my tongue deep inside.
“Oh. Jesus. How are you making me feel this way?”
Her breath was short and heavy.
She was panting while grinding her bottom into my face, and I loved every second. She could smother me with that ass, and I would die a happy fucking man. I removed my tongue, bringing my mouth to her fleshy orbs. I nibbled, bit, and sucked both cheeks, leaving small hickeys along the way.
Her moans were deep and feral. My girl enjoys having her ass played with, even though she claims otherwise.
My cock was throbbing like a motherfucker. I needed to get inside her soon. I couldn’t hold back a minute longer. Although I wanted to fuck her without the violence I craved so much, I couldn’t stop myself. All reasoning was gone. She drove me out of my mind.
My obsession, my drug! I stood up behind her and grabbed my belt. I needed to mark her, shatter her…make her scream in agony with just a few strokes, break her apart, then glue her back together again.
The urge was overwhelming. I rarely lose control, but with this little beauty, I was losing it…I was sinking deeper and deeper under her spell every day.
She turned her head, looking at me with fear and excitement in those deep green pools. She knew what was coming and was excited about it, whether or not she realized it.
Although I will inflict pain, I will also make her scream in pleasure, and she knows it. I had the remote to the vibrator ready to go for my beautiful quivering pet.
Kitlyn
I started trembling, knowing he was going to use the strap on me again.
I was shaking so badly that my teeth chattered, but it wasn't only out of anticipation; it was also out of excitement.
As much as I wanted it, nothing will ever prepare me for the first strike, no matter how much he tries to condition me to accept it.
I wonder if he changed his mind about the flogger.
His licking and biting left me soaked. I loved it. I won’t deny that. All my dignity followed the yellow brick road and disappeared into Oz. I want him to use me and degrade me. My body craves it like heroin in my veins.
I need my kidnapper to bring me over the top once again. Even though I braced myself for the pain that would descend on my flesh any minute now, I still needed his touch, whether or not it was gentle.
He will turn the vibrator on while he blasts my ass with the thick strap he loved to use on me so much, but when? That was the magic question. How many blows would land before turning on the pleasure toy? He loved seeing my tears in the beginning.
Whack!
I gasped.
The first blow landed hard, making me wince. I didn’t make a sound or cry out.
Whack, whack.
“UGH.”
I moaned low, feeling the sting spread across both cheeks, making me break out in a sweat, but I didn’t scream.
His technique was working. He is training me to love the pain and the pleasure.
“Oh, Kitten. Fuuuuuck. I love how good you are taking my belt across that divine ass. You are getting used to my strap on those magnificent cheeks."
I heard the whoosh of the belt slice through the air.
Whack!
Another blow. I jumped forward, still holding back my tears, as he struck my burning bottom again. Although it stung and burned like hell, I welcomed the strikes of the smooth leather, allowing myself to lean into the blows as the endorphins kicked in.
My body yearned for brutality. I needed him to mark me and make me his, as crazy as that sounded. Right now, my ass was his. At this very minute, my pussy was also his, and there was no denying it.
He owned me when we played his sadistic games. Although I was always nervous when we started, I still looked forward to the session. He growled, but stayed in control.
"You’re making my cock so hard, Kitten. You are such a fucking good, good girl, aren’t you?"
My breath caught in my throat as he praised me. His baritone voice was low and masculine, lulling me into a trance. I could hear the deep need in his words. He was incredibly turned on.
“Now, my pet, it’s time to take you to the next level. I want to hear your screams and see your tears. Spread your legs wider for me, love.”
My eyes flew open in fear, but I obeyed, opening my legs as far as they would go. I wasn’t sure what the next level meant, but I would find out.
And there it was. He grabbed the whip. My skin prickled with fear and need at the same time. I was nervous, but what kept me calm was knowing he would not break my skin, and knowing he would use the toy if the pain became unbearable.
Before I could even question what his intentions were, I felt the whip strike my inner thighs, causing a deep burning sensation all around my lower extremities and pelvic area.
It was completely unexpected, taking me by surprise. I jumped, stifling my scream. The pain was ten times worse than him using the belt on my ass.
"OH, FUCKKKKK.”
I moaned as the sweat instantly beaded up on my neck and back. I bit down hard on my lower lip, stifling a scream. He only ever struck my bottom, never any other part of my body.
The whip felt like blades cutting across my skin. I could feel my lower lip quiver as I tried to hold back the tears threatening to fall from my bulging eyes.
The flogger landed twice more in succession on my lava-hot flesh. He struck me just the right way, making sure the strap only landed on his intended target area without coming into contact with my sex. I was thankful for that.
I still wriggled and struggled to escape the whip's onslaught, but the small space between my tormentor and the table had me trapped.
Unable to move even an inch, I had to endure the multiple blows, but they were too intense. I was screaming in agony, heavy sobs escaping from my swollen lips. The burn was intense. My inner thighs were throbbing and raw.
It felt like someone lit a match and set me on fire! I was seeing stars at this point. This hurt much, much worse than his regular belting sessions.
He grabbed me quickly around my waist and held me still while I gripped the edge of the table for support.
I was crying and screaming, with heavy tears cascading down my cheeks like a small waterfall, creating a tiny puddle of liquid just under the side of my head. He broke me. I screamed and begged him to stop.
"Atlas, please, no more! It's just too overwhelming."
He removed his hand from my waist, releasing his grip. He bent over, bringing his lips to my ears.
"Shhh, my sweet girl. I have something that will make it all better." He stood up and grabbed the remote from the table.
I felt a light buzz on my clit. I hissed between sobs, thankful for his compassion. With a grunt, he threw the flogger to the floor. Relief flooded me when he didn’t take it any further, although I would have been okay with it if my pussy was being stimulated.
How sick does that make me? Two minutes ago, I thought I was going to die from the pain, and now I was okay if that little toy was buzzing against my clit simultaneously if he continued whipping my thighs.
I need some serious counseling.
There was something about pleasure mixed with pain that was as addictive as crack cocaine.
I was a cutter in the past, and I remember the feeling of euphoria when I opened my skin.
That was long forgotten, but this man has made it his number one goal to ensure that part of my personality resurfaced from the deepest corners of my mind.
He was doing a damn good job because, as bad as this session was, I felt slick between my legs!
Wet for him.
I only wanted him. He owned me right now.
His voice was soothing.
“Hush, my love. You are my queen, you know that, right?”
He tucked the loose strands that escaped my bun behind my ear. I felt sweaty and shaky, nodding my head in agreement. “Yes, I know I am your queen.” I purred.
The tingle against my clit had me melting like putty in his hands all over again. My inner thighs and ass were stinging, but it was a welcome feeling now that the little button between my legs was being massaged.
The tears stopped, and I relaxed into his soothing voice while the toy worked its magic.
“That’s it, sweetie. Just relax. The hard part is over.”
He rubbed the entire area where he had struck me, taking away some of the pain. He leaned over and gently kissed my neck, bringing a soft moan from my lips. His voice was still gentle.
“I am going to fuck you now, Kitten. I need to hear you scream my name while I fill you with my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”
My stomach filled with butterflies just from the sound of his voice.
I felt like a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl being swept off her feet by a young Cassanova, except this was no Cassanova; this was the man who kidnapped and tormented me.
A confessed killer I should have loathed but didn't. That wasn't a priority anymore.
The longer I remained caught in his web, the more I lost my true self and all reasoning. I was cracking under his spell, and it scared me.