"You," I gasped, my face heating with shame and embarrassment.
I didn't have time feel much else because after a growl from Atlas, his hands were at the sides of my panties. His large fingers twisted under around the strings on the side and he pulled, ripping the fragile fabric off my body.
"What did I do to you?" he asked, his words floating between my legs. "You moaned so sweetly. Did I feel good?"
"Yes. Please," I begged, even though I didn't know what I was asking for. I wasn't even sure I could handle what I was asking for.
"Did I lick your wet pussy?" Atlas asked, spreading my legs apart and lowering himself to the bed.
I could only pant as he ran a finger over me, feeling how wet I already was. This was only the first touch and I was already dripping. I could feel a rumble in his chest before I looked down and watched as he lowered his mouth to me. I cried out as his tongue tasted and massaged. I should be pulling away, but I found that I didn't want to.
I dropped my head back and pulled on the ropes. Every stroke was too much, but not enough at the same time. I squeezed my thighs and locked his head between them. That didn't slow Atlas down. He continued to assault me with his tongue until I was sure I would come all over his lips. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body tensed, ready.
Atlas stopped. He pulled himself away and I cried out in pain.
"What the fuck?" I yelled. "Why?"
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, crawling over my body.
His lips crashed on mine as I rolled the familiar words around in my head. When would he ever be done with me? My lips moved with his, desperate for more of him. I could taste myself in his mouth as my tongue swept in. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped a leg around his, pulling him closer. I wanted more of Atlas.
With my hands above my head, I couldn't touch him. I fought again and felt Atlas grow harder on my thigh. He was huge, and rock hard. Pulling at the ropes made him flex against me. I should have found it sick, but I pulled harder, loving the reaction I could get from him. With a final growl, he lifted off me and worked his pants off quickly. This time around, I had time to feel and notice things like his body, the way he tasted, and the sounds of our breathing mixed together.
When his shirt hit the floor, I took a second to take in his naked body. He was strong and built to last the worst. His skin was perfect, stretched over tight muscles. As he lowered himself on top of me, I looked up into his face. His eyes were on mine already. I felt a surge of pleasure rush my body at the fire I saw in them. He may have been my weakness, but I was his as well.
I tilted my hips and Atlas pushed fully into me. It was blunt, hard and fast, just like he was. There was no warning, no easing and no softness. I didn't expect anything different. He filled me up, taking over every inch of me and every sensation. Atlas demanded and took every nerve, every inch of skin, every gasp for air.
"I warned you before," he said in my ear. "I will hurt you."
"Do your worst," I rasped.
Those words were like the crack of a whip. I felt the control snap in his muscles and Atlas kept his promise. Raising up on his elbows, he pounded into me. He was deep and hard, and I screamed with every thrust. Sweat covered our skin as the room's temperature turned to sweltering. With a strength I only imagined, Atlas took me. He took me hard with no apology or shame. I accepted it with no fear or regret.
Every time he bottomed out inside me, I cried out his name. My moans pushed him, spurred him on. I expected nothing different from Atlas. He was harsh, commanding, and powerful. I felt it with every stroke. He was everywhere, owning every sensation, smell, and sound. This man moved without restraint, and I got a rush from his loss of control.
I started to clench around him, and I felt it all over. My body was owned by him and racing toward the fire he promised. It hurt, but the pleasure won in the battle. An energy buzzed as Atlas’s eyes burned into mine. Without warning, I was screaming and clenching around him. The wave of pleasure hit so hard and fast, I lost control. I pulled at the ropes as wave after wave hit me and my eyes squeezed shut.
Atlas tensed and pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I opened my eyes to watch him pump his cock twice and then come on my stomach. He groaned lowly as the warm liquid hit my hot skin and I arched into it, wanting to claim it as my own. I watched his face in fascination as it went from tensed to relaxed. When he opened his eyes again, they were a calm dark gray, like the sky after a violent storm.
The room was silent except for our panting. Atlas stared down at me with an unreadable expression. His hair was damp with sweat and I wanted to run my fingers through it. My bound wrists stung when I tried and I winced.
"I should undo those ropes. They make me lose control," Atlas grumbled, tugging on the ropes that held my arms above my head. "But I can't do that now."
I should have been upset, but I felt safe and protected for once. It was a feeling only Atlas had been able to provide for me since I'd been alone in this world. My limbs felt loose and dead. I didn't even mind the heat anymore as I drifted away into nothing. I wanted to fall asleep, but part of my brain was still awake and demanding attention.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked him, unable to see his face as I said the words.
He sighed and climbed over top of me.
"If you can still speak after I'm done with you, then I didn't do a good job."
He wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled the ropes tighter so I couldn't move. I gasped when I felt him hard and pushing against me again. That round, Atlas was successful in shutting me up and turning off my mind. Sweaty and sore, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
XXII
Atlas
Quickly, like I'd done it a hundred times (because I had), I undid the knots holding her in place. Stella moaned and closed her eyes. A power surged through me when I saw the effect I could have on her. I couldn't control her any other time but now, with my dick in her or mouth on her. She was so agreeable and free when we were naked.
Even more powerful was the effect she had on me. There was no use denying that now. I needed to confront it and own up to it. You are only as weak as your secrets. The man always with a plan wasn't sure how to work around my loss of control when Stella was around. Unless I got rid of her, I would need to deal with it.
Knowing the sun was rising on another day, I dressed and left her room. With our time running out, I needed to pull every resource we had. The days following were spent in my office. We called in favors from all over the world and spent obscene amounts of money. The air was thick with the buzz of anticipation. It was like feeling the electricity of lightning before a storm.
Stella spent most of her time in her room or on the deck. At night, I snuck into her room. She never asked any questions, but she never turned me away. As compelled as I was, I would have left if she had asked me to. But she never did. Wordlessly, she opened up to me and let me release my pent up energy on her while she remained tied up. Sometimes it was rough and the marks would spur me on the next day. Other times it was rushed like we couldn't wait a second longer.