Chapter 42
Atlas
My body was tense and angry. I jumped into the shower, trying to relax. I needed to find a woman tonight. Someone, anyone who could help me tame my irrational mood, but that was impossible out here.
This was my pet's fault. She put me back into this fucked-up state of mind again. I thought my need for violence was under control, but my dark side was rearing its ugly head. It always did when it came to her.
Fuck her! I could ring someone's neck right now!
I threw on a pair of grey shorts, sandals, and a muscle shirt. I entered the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey from the variety of liquor I had sitting on a shelf above the counter. Yara was sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open.
I wasn't interested in what she was looking at right now. I still had steam coming out of my fucking ears. She looked up, eyeing me suspiciously.
"What the hell is the matter with you?"
I poured myself a shot, frowning.
"Why the fuck do you ask?" I was cocky and short with her. She lifted her brow, giving me the stink eye.
"Well, excuse me for asking. You are pissed off about something, so spill the beans. I am the only one here right now. You can tell me. I promise I won't bite you."
She smirked, licking her lips.
"Let me retract that. I would be happy to bite you if you want me to." I shook my head, not in the mood for her little sexual innuendos. "Thanks for your concern, but it isn't anything I can't handle."
She laughed, throwing her head back.
"It has to be over that damn girl again."
I pursed my lips together, looking away, not wanting to deal with her smug smile. She clapped her hands in triumph and stood up from the chair.
"It is, isn't it?"
I shook my head, wishing she would shut the fuck up.
"Don't worry about it, Yara. It's nothing you need to bother yourself with." She came to stand in front of me, shaking her head. She looked at me, her eyebrows raised.
"Atlas, what the hell happened to the guy I knew? You're a shell of your former self. You are a gorgeous man; any woman would be happy to spend even five minutes with you. What is it about this girl that has you so wound up that you can't move on?" The look on her face was sincere.
She wasn't busting my balls. It was a genuine question. I didn't have anyone else to talk to, so I sat at the table and poured another shot, swallowing it down before speaking. I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples. The throbbing in my skull was getting worse.
I needed to decompress somehow before I exploded. I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head.
"I don't know what the hell my issue is. I thought letting her go would benefit both of us, but it only worked in her favor. My fucked-up head is just as obsessed with her now as I was six months ago…when the whole shitshow began."
I poured another shot, swallowing it down quickly. Yara sat in the chair beside me, leaning forward, inches from my face. She was so close I could feel her breath on my cheek. Her lips turned upward into a snarl, and she shook her head.
"Atlas! You need to get your fucking shit together. If she has moved on, then you need to do the same. You let her go, so you must keep busy to get her out of your mind."
She touched my hand lightly. Under normal circumstances, I would have pulled away, but I didn't this time. I allowed her slim fingers to rest on top of my large ones.
Her digits looked tiny next to mine. Her voice was almost a whisper. "Atlas, let me take some of your pain. Use me to blow off some steam so you can relax."
Her eyes melted into mine.
"You know I am crazy about you. I always have been. I can take anything you throw my way."
I poured myself a double, swallowing it down in one gulp.
I can't believe I was contemplating her offer.
Mixing business with pleasure isn't a good idea, but right now, we were on a fucking island in the middle of the Atlantic, and there weren't any available whores I could pay to release some stress.
I wasn't a stand-up guy anyway, so what would it matter if I took my anger out on her flesh? If she was willing, who cares? Without a second thought, I jumped off my chair, pulling her by the hand to my playroom. The whiskey was affecting me, and I didn't give two fucks right now.
"I hope you know what you're in for, Yara," I growled, yanking her alongside me.
She laughed low, almost running to keep up with my stride. "I can handle you, Atlas. I am not that wimp of a girl you had in your den a few months ago."
I ignored her little dig, taking in her attire. She had on a pair of shorts that outlined the lips of her pussy and went straight up her ass. The skimpy, see-through tank top with spaghetti straps showed off her small tits.
I was thinking about applying nipple clamps and watching her writhe in pain once we got to the red room. I was heading into a very dark place if I was entertaining thoughts about defiling my partner.
Her flat white sandals accentuated her tan. Compared to my pet, she was tall but not tall enough that I couldn't carry her. With one arm, I swooped her off her feet and threw her over my shoulder.
She gasped, surprised at the sudden move. Joey was somewhere on the beach, and I didn't give a shit if he walked in on us. I focused only on what was about to happen with this lethal femme fatale.
My partner for several years. The woman was a killing machine, just like I was. I wanted to see if she could manage me and my twisted games.
Maybe I had it all wrong this whole time. Perhaps Yara was a better match as far as my dark side was concerned. Maybe I needed a ruthless fighter like her instead of a weaker little kitten like my pet. I wasn't sure what the answer was, but I would find out shortly.
Atlas
Once we reached the playroom, I ordered her to strip. She gulped when she saw the chain hanging from the ceiling, the St. Andrews cross and the spanking bench, all strategically placed throughout the room.
There were whips and canes hanging along the wall. The toys were hidden in the drawers that were built into the wall. I looked at her closely, watching her reaction.
"You sure you want to go through this, Yara? Once we start, I won't stop, so you had better make sure you can deal with what's coming."
Her hands were shaky as she removed her clothes while looking around the room.
"Don't I get a safe word or something like that if I can't deal with your sadistic torture? I mean, I witnessed you spank that girl, and you weren't too polite about it."
The whiskey was kicking in, and I looked forward to whipping Yara. To hell with my rules, as far as she was concerned. I wasn't even concerned about my pet right now. I was so angry that if something happened to her, it would be her fault, not mine. She was warned.
Who the hell was I kidding?
Jacob had his eye on her. She will be safe.
I rubbed my chin, smiling deviously.
The monster in me was coming out of its hiding place.
"Are you feeling a little nervous now that you're with me? You have been begging me to take you over my knee for some time. Are you reconsidering?"
She shook her head, removed the last of her clothes, and stood naked in front of me. She wasn't modest or shy, like my pet was. I eyed her from head to toe. She had a fucking kick-ass body. There was no denying that. She was lean and fit.
Her tits weren't half as big as Kitlyn's, but they were still lovely. Her legs were long and sculpted. I licked my lips, eager to start now that the inner demon was taking over. I remained dressed.
There was no need to be naked for what I was about to do. I circled her, pausing to look at her ass. That piece of flesh would look beautiful, painted with the welts I planned on marking her with.
I reached out and touched her. She leaned in, rubbing her bottom against my hand. The back of her head rested on my chest. Her voice was breathy and needy.
“God, I have waited a long time for this. I am yours tonight. Do whatever you want with me."
I lowered my head, barely whispering into her ear.
"One last time, Yara. Are you sure you want this?"
She nodded, still leaning heavily against my chest.
Smirking, I knew she wasn't familiar with the devil that dwelled within me.
"Good, good."
I breathed seductively into her ear.
"Let's get you cuffed up and chained, shall we?"
She removed her head from my chest, turning towards me. She looked perplexed.
"So soon?"
I smiled, feeling the whiskey warming my veins.
"Would you rather have a go at me before I take control of you?" She looked confused.
"You mean like a fight?"
I could feel my cock wake up just a bit. I'd love to overpower her, then cover her tiny ass in dark red welts. I could feel myself salivating at the thought.
"Sure," I said, my voice still husky.
"Once I win, I will cuff you to the chain, and I will own you until the session is over. Is it a deal?"
She moved to stand in front of me, smiling wickedly.
"And what happens if I am the winner? Do I get to do whatever I want to you?"
I threw my head back, laughing. I couldn't contain my amusement. "You're a pretty badass chick, but you won't win, Yara; I can promise you that."
She smirked, nodding her head.
"My, aren't you confident? What about your clothes? It only seems fair that you should be naked as well."
I winked at her while I removed my clothes and stood only in my boxers. She nodded towards them.
"What about those?" She said, pointing to my boxers. "Aren't you going to take them off too?"
I shook my head.
"Not right now. I don't want my cock bouncing everywhere when I tackle you."
She laughed, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, fair enough."
I grinned at her. "Okay, are you ready?"
Before she could answer, I leaped forward, grabbing her by the throat. She gasped, not expecting the attack. I held her firmly, but not enough to completely cut off her oxygen.
I looked into her eyes, smiling cruelly.
"What are you going to do, Yara? Let's see what you've got."