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Picking up the belt, he stretched it out in front of my face and pressed the flat side to my lips.
“Bite down.” I obeyed, opening my mouth as wide as possible; he slipped the leather belt behind my teeth. I could taste the leather on my tongue and smell it as I inhaled a deep breath. Leaning into my back, he untied the panties around my wrists and moved them behind my back, retying them. He pulled back on the two ends of the belt and forced my head to tilt back so I was almost looking at the ceiling. When my head was in the position he wanted, he threaded the belt through my wrists and secured it in place.
Brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, he whispered, “Good girl. I’m going to fuck you just how you like it now.” His words set my blood on fire; I could feel myself turn flush with his words, my heart hammering against my chest. I whimpered through the belt strap and tried to press my thighs together, but they were still held in place by his knees. I could feel my wetness dripping out of me.
Pulling back, he ran his cock up through my dripping wet core, coating himself in my last release before thrusting himself into me, gripping my hips, and digging his fingers into them for leverage.
He set a hard and fast pace, exactly as he said he would, just how I liked it. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other was music to my ears. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth around the leather of the belt. He reached a hand forward and gently pushed my wrists down, causing my head to tilt further back; he then reached his hand around my throat, applying a light pressure—not cutting off my oxygen—but enough to make it harder to breathe.
Reaching his free hand between my thighs, he began rolling and teasing my clit with his fingers. I couldn’t help but arch my back further with the pleasure he was delivering to me. My walls began tightening, and I fisted my hands, my moans becoming louder and my breathing ragged.
“Ready to come?” He groaned, thrusting just a little deeper and pressing harder into my clit with his fingers. I nodded and whimpered, biting down harder on the leather and squeezing my eyes shut. Fuck yes, I was ready to come for him.
“Come for me; milk my cock with your tight cunt.” His words undid me, my eyes flared open, and my climax shattered me, a scream ripping from my throat but muffled by the belt in my mouth. I bit down so hard on that leather that my teeth started to ache. He followed me, and I collapsed onto the bed, my limbs completely limp from the release. My skin buzzed, and my vision turned slightly hazy from the high of it all.
Atlas unlatched the buckle of the belt, releasing it slowly from my mouth and dropping it to the floor, my jaw aching with relief. He untied the lace around my wrists and rolled me over, scooping me up and moving me to rest my head on the pillows.
He climbed into the bed behind me and pulled me against his chest.
“I don’t know where you came from, but you are beyond perfect. You were made for me.” He mumbled into my hair, breathing in deeply.
I was so completely spent that all I could get out was a hum of acknowledgment before my eyes closed, and everything went dark.
I could feel Atlas’s hand stroking my hair as I lay there, wrapped around him with my head on his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. His other hand ran up and down my arm lightly, causing a shiver down my spine. Opening my eyes, I couldn’t help but just lay there in silence and study his beautiful body. Everything was toned to perfection; his muscles were defined from his chest to the jaw-dropping deep V that led you right to his huge, thick cock. It was as if his body had been sculpted from clay.
I tilted my head to look up at him and couldn’t help the smile that his handsome face elicited from me. I wanted to wake up to him in my bed from now on—our bed had a nice ring to it. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“You know… I just noticed you don't have any photos in your apartment.” It’s an odd thing to notice, but I’ll bite.
“What would I have photos of?” I never saw the point of buying random art pieces for the walls. Madison had accumulated a lot of artwork over the years, but I never really saw the point in it. Not to mention, this was just an apartment. I had no intention of living here long term. Once the market got better, I planned on looking for a home outside of the city—somewhere in the suburbs, maybe even further…
“Family? Friends? I’m sure you have plenty of photos you’ve taken over the years.” I did have photos on my phone of trips and vacations that Madison, Alexis, and I had taken in the past, but I never really thought of getting any of them printed for decorating.
And as for family…
“The only photos I have of my parents are from when I was fifteen.” I let out a sigh and could feel Atlas tense from my words. I’m sure he knew what I was insinuating. He pulled me closer to him and gave me a little reassuring squeeze.
“Care to talk about it?” He asked softly.
I knew he was hoping that I would open up to him; I shut him out the last time he brought up my parents. I never talked about what happened to them to anyone. Madison and her family were the only ones who ever knew, and that was because the social worker who dropped me off at their home was obligated to inform them of everything that had happened to me. I never personally spoke about it to them. I locked that memory away and refused to relive it.
I inhaled and blew out a deep breath, preparing myself for the bandage I was about to rip off for him. A bandage that I had worn for almost half of my life.
“They died when I was fifteen in a tragic car accident.” I braced myself for the emotional barrier I was about to take down for him. I don’t know why I decided to tell him about my parent’s death, but something inside of me couldn’t help but want to. The need for him to know me on a deeper level than just sex.
I never had the strength to tell their story. Maybe it was because I no longer felt so alone in the world with them gone. Or perhaps it was because he came into my life, and suddenly, I was becoming whole again—the missing pieces of my heart slowly being replaced by his. He was filling the void that they had left behind.
All this time, I refused to talk about my parents with anyone, including Madison, building up walls and shutting everyone who wanted to get close to me out. My heart shattered into a million pieces the day they died.
“It was my birthday, and we all went out for dinner to celebrate. On the way home, we happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A suicidal driver hit us head-on, and our car flipped into the ditch. My parents were killed on impact; I somehow survived with only a few cuts, scrapes, and broken bones in the back seat, and the driver of the other vehicle died a day later in the hospital from multiple organ failure.”
I zoned out, staring at the ceiling and remembering the night as if it were yesterday. It was like rubbing salt on an old wound. The memory burned, and I couldn’t help the tears spilling down my face. I could still see their smiling faces when they came home from work that day.
Atlas caressed my cheek, turning my face back to his, and kissed me softly. He stroked my hair and ran his fingers up and down my arm as I told him the story.
CHAPTER 15
Chyler: Fifteen Years Old
