Chapter 29 #2
How screwed up was I, craving my kidnappers' twisted kink? I was Jello in his hands. He had me right where he wanted me. The pain I felt two minutes ago was just a memory. I swallowed hard, nodding.
“Yes, Atlas. I will scream when you make me climax.”
“Tell me who makes you cum the best, pet.” He growled.
It wasn't a lie. There was no one comparable to him. I felt no shame. I was nothing but his submissive little slut right now, and I didn’t give a damn.
I was chasing the orgasms he expertly administered. I needed them to survive and keep me sane. When he was done, I knew he would provide excellent aftercare, giving me what I craved most…tender human contact. It didn't matter that he felt no true love for me.
It didn't matter that he was only interested in using my body to quell his need for his sick obsession.
No, none of that mattered. His attention was what I needed, and I didn't care how I got it.
Whether through a brutal session or gentle aftercare, I was content if I had a human connection.
I needed to feel that someone cared about me.
Being locked up twenty-four hours a day with no fresh air, no clubbing, no work, and no friends is tough on a person's mental health.
Yes, I needed him. Yes, I wanted him!
I closed my eyes, allowing his words to swirl through my mind—such sexy words.
“You make me cum the hardest, Atlas.”
My breath came in short spurts while moaning from the tiny electrical shocks shooting through my sex. He took a deep breath, then turned up the vibrator.
My hips were grinding against the toy, wanting more of the sensations working their way deep within my lower region. He placed the remote on the table, then grabbed me by the hips. He rubbed his cock back and forth along my pussy, lubing the entire length of his shaft.
“Goddammit, you're soaked, Kitten!"
His breath was husky and deep.
"Although I love pounding your pussy, I want to take your ass again. You're just so fucking beautiful back here. I need to feel your tightness around my dick."
My eyes flew open, panic shooting through my whole body as my heart pounded in my chest.
Shit. He wants anal again.
Although I was scared because it had hurt me before, I didn't protest. It ended up feeling good after my body adjusted to his thickness. The vibrator was working its magic, bringing me closer to an orgasm.
I didn't care that he wanted to take me there again. He could have used the strap across my thighs once more, and I wouldn't have cared. I was too immersed in the pleasurable sensations spreading through my sex like liquid methadone.
His breath was heavy.
“Tell me you want it up the ass, pet. Tell me how much you liked it the last time.”
His voice was thick with lust. I was panting like a dog in heat. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge as the vibrator hummed against my sex.
" Atlas.” I half sobbed.
“It hurt in the beginning, but then it felt good. I want you to fuck my ass.”
A low moan escaped from his throat. A primal, animalistic grunt fell from his lips as he rubbed the head of his cock against my tight ring. It felt so big and intrusive as he pushed into my rear.
I could feel the slick perspiration along my spine as he slowly penetrated my backside.
I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves.
He rubbed my neck and shoulders as he gently guided his cock into my stubborn opening, stretching me a little at a time.
Just as he did the first time, he guided me through it with his soothing voice.
“Shhh, precious. Relax your muscles and let me in like a good girl. I want to fuck that sweet ass. I know you are close to cumming, pet.”
I relaxed my sphincter, letting him thrust deeper until he was buried to the hilt. I felt complete. It was such a weird sensation, having something so big stuck in my backside, but with the vibrator stimulating my clit, it felt good.
"OH FUCK!! Kitten, you are so goddamn tight. I can't get enough of that little hole.”
His words captivated me as the vibrator worked on my sensitive nub while his cock moved slowly in and out.
The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant. He quickened his pace and fucked me with a steady rhythm that had me clawing at the table with my nails as my eyes rolled and my breath came out in short spurts.
“Do you like my cock buried deep inside you, pet?”
I was panting and sweating like a dirty whore in heat. "Y... yes, I like it, Atlas. I am almost ready to cum.”
“Fuck Kitten, let go. Cum for me, precious. You’re my naughty little slut, aren’t you? I will use your body whenever I want to, and you will take it like the fucking good girl you are without complaint.”
All that filthy talk did it. I shattered into a million pieces, violently jerking and shaking as the orgasm ripped through me.
It felt like a tornado swept through my body, tearing me to shreds.
A floating feeling took over as he picked up the pace, fucking me harder until injecting me with his seed.
I was gasping for breath as he pumped into me a couple of more times before pulling out slowly, making sure not to cause injury.
As I came down from the climax-induced endorphins swirling around my brain, I couldn't take the buzzing against my clit for one more second.
The same little knot that brought me so much pleasure now felt like pieces of shrapnel were being rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings. I begged for it to end.
“Atlas, please stop the vibrator. It is hurting.”
He steadied his breath for a minute, grabbed the remote from the table, and shut the toy off.
I sighed with relief.
“Thank you."
He wrapped his two bear-like mitts around my waist and stood me in front of him.
My legs felt heavy and wobbly. He held me up, pulling me in for a kiss. I gasped, parting my lips, giving him free rein. His tongue pushed against mine in a heady dance. He speared my mouth like a serpent, darting his tongue back and forth, coating my lips with his taste.
I was so exhausted and weak. I just hung in his arms like a limp noodle. He pulled his lips from mine and held me firmly against his warm skin. He was still naked while I was still in my dress, sans panties. I needed to go to the bathroom badly.
He picked me up and placed me on my back on the table. I looked at him, pleading.
"I have to pee."
He looked at me with a devious grin.
"I won't let you use the bathroom until I'm finished."
I looked at him, confused.
"You want to fuck me again?"
My voice was shaky because I knew there was no way I could go another round with him. I felt too weak and tired, plus I had to piss like a racehorse.
He shook his head.
"No. I want to see my cum in your ass. Do as I ask."
My face flushed from my mounting shame."
“A..Am I being punished for something?"
He smiled, showing off his perfectly straight teeth.
" No, love. Not at all. Why would I punish you for giving me so much pleasure a few minutes ago?”
I looked at him, unable to understand why he asked this of me. He knows how easily I get embarrassed.
Warm tears pooled behind my eyes; one escaped down my cheek. I couldn't hide it from him. He reached out and gently wiped it away.
"No need for that, hon. I am very pleased, but I want to see all my marks on you, and that includes my seed in your ass."
God, he could be so nasty at times.
I did as I was told, bringing my knees to my chest, allowing him full access to my lower half. I could feel my face burning with utter humiliation as he inserted his finger into my stretched-out ring. He pushed in and out a few times, bringing small gasps from my lips.
He pulled the digit from my bottom, holding it up.
"Look, Kitten."
I glanced at his glistening finger with my face still burning from shame. Indeed, I could see a small, thick clump of his semen on the long, thick digit. While I wanted to curl up and die, he grinned from ear to ear.
"I want my cum in every one of your holes."
I shuddered at his words, not from fear, but just from knowing what he had planned for me…for us. The depravity was only going to get worse. I knew this to be true. The sad part is, I fucking love all of it.
The humiliation, the dominance, and the way he pushes me over the edge, then brings me back again. The man has talent, and I was ashamed because I was supposed to hate him, not want him!! If I ever escape, what would people think if they knew I craved my kidnapper?
He was still smiling down at me, wiggling his finger back and forth, admiring his seed like it was a hundred thousand dollar gold Rolex.
I looked at him.
My arms were aching from holding my knees while he continued looking at his damn finger.
"Are you done, Atlas? Can I put my legs down now?"
He smiled mischievously.
"Not just yet, love. I am almost done with you. I want you to know that I can be very deviant, and I am going to show you just how much. It is something you are going to have to get used to. This isn't a punishment, doll; it is some things I enjoy. You know your purpose is to please me, right?"
Oh God! Here we go!
My eyes narrowed, holding his gaze. What could I do? I felt tired and parched, plus I was still coming down from my high, and I had to use the fucking bathroom!
I nodded, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, hoping it would be quick so I could relieve myself and then rest. He knelt at the end of the table, bringing his mouth to my bottom.
Oh, dear God! Not this again!
I tensed up as his tongue slipped deep inside. I felt so goddamn ashamed. This was so weird. He licked and lapped at the little ring until my humiliation was replaced by deep moans.
He lapped up every drop of his cum, which should have revolted me, but didn't. I was aroused, as usual. My bottom humped his mouth.
He let out a deep growl as he continued assaulting my back hole. I was still holding my legs to my chest as he continued rimming my ass.