AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You heard what I said, Atlas.” His hands fell to his belt, and he began to undo it. The sound of the buckle clinking barely registered over my pounding heart. “Get your ass over here.”
“I’m not fucking you.”
Rowdy gave a dry laugh. “You think that’s what this is about?” He shook his head and stalked forward. “Nah. I don’t stick my dick in disobedient pussy. I’m going to do what your father should have done a long time ago and saved me the fucking headache.”
He yanked his belt free of the loops of his pants, making his intentions clear.
The stockroom faded away at his mention of my father, and suddenly, I was transported across time and space back to the hospital room where my father had died.
The last place I saw him alive.
My incorporeal form stood in the corner as I watched a past version of myself call him a liar and swore never to forgive him before storming out the room while he struggled for the strength to beg me not to go.
The memory faded and shifted to my parents’ bedroom. My mom lying in bed, disheveled, gaunt, and haunted. And me, begging like my father had begged and then screaming because she’d chosen to give up.
My dad was dead.
Mom was fading away.
And I’d abandoned them both.
I deserved whatever punishment Rowdy wanted to give me.
The revelation caused my mind to snap back into my body, where I stood in the stockroom across from Rowdy. I blinked, and my vision cleared enough to see Rowdy pause and then swear as if he, too, had realized what he’d said.
But how?
He couldn’t have known my father was dead unless Roc or Golden had told him. Rowdy looked like he was getting ready to speak until I beat him to the punch.
“Okay.”
His shoulder’s stiffened as he watched me warily. “Okay?”
“Punish me,” I clarified and started forward, my hands undoing my jeans as I came to stand next to him. “Make it hurt.” I could see a thousand emotions warring in his eyes when I shoved down my pants and stepped out of them. “I won’t fight you.”
“Atlas…”
“Please,” I whispered, the pain lacing my voice too thick to conceal. I held his gaze until he nodded, and then my panties joined my jeans on the floor. I paused, and then for good measure, I lifted my shirt over my head for some reason but left my bra on.
Without another word, I bent over the table and placed my cheek on the cold metal surface, exposing my ass and pussy to the open door in full view of the table.
It dawned on me then that anyone could walk in and catch us.
I didn’t care.
I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to come and absolve my guilt.
It wouldn’t, but I could hope.
A soft experimental caress across my right flank was the only thing I felt a moment later.
“Please,” I begged again. I could already feel the mood shifting from angry to something…not. “You promised.”
“I know what you’re doing,” Rowdy said as he came to stand behind me. I could feel his tall, muscular stature looming over me like a shield between me and the rest of the world—maybe even myself—and I felt my stiff muscles slowly start to relax. “I know what you want. You want to use me to punish yourself for whatever you think you did before you darkened my doorstep.” My breath shuddered out of me when I heard his belt falling to the floor. He leaned over me then, his groin now flush with my naked ass as he planted his hands next to my head and whispered in my ear. “But I won’t let you,” he said, making me whimper. “Let that guilt go, baby. Whatever wrong you think you committed, leave it in the past. It doesn’t belong here. I won’t let it take any time away from us.”
“What if I can’t?” I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks. “What if it’s too late?”
“Then I’ll help you,” he said simply. I didn’t know what he meant or how it was even possible until his hands lifted from the table and ran down my sides. I could feel him growing hard, his bulge nestling my ass cheeks, but Rowdy’s focus seemed to be entirely on me as he continued to drive me crazy by grazing his rough palms all over my soft skin.
