Atlas is now taking over every thought I have, I can’t think straight. As he touches my skin, all I want is for him to never stop. I'm his, right now, I belong to him, and I want it that way.
"You like it when I bite?" I don't know if that was an open question, but I moan a yes. To my surprise, I do like it when he does that; I want more of it.
With my answer, he bites down on my clit a little harder.
"Oh yes," I moan as he moves his finger inside me, as I can feel Atlas using the tip of his teeth to tease my clit. "At…las," I scream out his name, as I'm about to have one crazy orgasm. He pulls away from me, and I cuss to myself, making sure Atlas doesn't hear me; the last thing I want is for him to punish me again. I won’t say I didn't enjoy it, because I did, as crazy as it was, but if that was the first time, I can only think each time would get more intense.
Atlas stands tall, caging me between the wall and his body. I look up at him, and the devil smiles.
"What was that?" He questions and I say nothing. "Was that a dirty word coming from you?" Again I stay quiet, but he knows it was. "Is someone frustrated?" Atlas asks, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he whispers in my ear. He flicks my clit, and my body jolts against the wall. "Say what you said, little Phoenix." Atlas' voice turning me on even more than I already am, which I didn't know could happen. God, I want him touching every part of my body, with his mouth, his hands, anything. I just want him.
Atlas takes my hands and brings them over my head, and his grip on my wrist shocks me as I can feel his fingers pressing into the bone. It’s getting harder by the second, and for the first time with Atlas, I'm a little more scared than I expected I might be; but, I also want to see how uncontrollable I can make him.
“Don’t make me ask again. Say the words, little Phoenix.” He presses his body against mine, making me take in a deep breath.
I swallow the large thump in my throat as he pushes hard against me. I can feel Atlas’ hard cock through his trousers.
“F...fuck sake,” I whisper the words.
Atlas brings his hand over my mouth as he pushes me harder into the wall which I didn’t think was possible, I look up into his eyes, and immediately wish I didn't. His grip tightens around my hands; he tenses up his jaw, and his nostrils begin to flare. Atlas was right when he said I should be scared of him, because right now I’m terrified.
"I'm going to make sure that you don't even think about saying those words ever again." Atlas pushes his hip against me, making sure that I can feel how hard he is, and I’m already turned on. As he moves his hand away from my mouth and pulls my dress over my head. Before I can get myself together, he shoves two fingers into my mouth, making me choke on them.
"Let's see if I can get the words out!" he’s enraged because of what I’ve just said.
There’s a ruthlessness in his voice which chills me to the bone; my airway is blocked by his fingers and saliva is building in my mouth. I can feel it dripping down my chin, warm and sticky. It’s uncomfortable and I’m desperate to wipe it away, but I can’t.
This feeling is insane, but I want more. It is something that I’ve never felt.
Atlas moves his other hand to the back of my thigh, and pulls it up, wrapping it around his waist.
"Wrap the other leg around me," he orders, as he moves his hand to my ass. I do as I'm told, and I begin to get very wet, knowing that he's finally going fuck me. "I'm about to fuck you now, it's going to be so fucking hard, that I promise you, you won't be able to stand. You ready?" A throbbing jolt hits my vagina. I want it, but I'm scared at the same time. I nod my head and Atlas removes his fingers from my mouth and walks over to the bed.
Atlas stands me up again, and I feel the soft carpet under my feet. Without another word, he spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. As I lie on the bed, the cold silk sheets begin to cool me. I gasp as I hear the zipper of his trousers. I can hear my heart beating in my ears.
I try to focus on Atlas, his breathing, his movement; I moan the moment I feel his cock against my ass; the more he touches me, it turns me on. I hear his trousers hit the floor. He leans forward and places a soft kiss behind my ear. "Say you want this," he whispers, holding me down on the bed, his voice full of hunger, like an animal in mating season, but one thing is clear, I feel the urgency in his voice: he needs me.
“I want this,” I whine, as I feel him rubbing his cock on my ass.
As he breathes out I feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, I quickly look behind me when I don’t feel his breath on me. Atlas stands tall, as he teases me with his cock at my entrance, but everytime he pushes it in, a little, I feel a burn of fire building in me, and he's not fully inside me yet. How good is it going to be when he is?
"You're tight," he grunts out, as he pushes a finger inside me, then another. Atlas is rubbing his cock on my inner thigh, as he moves his fingers in and out of me. I feel another finger as he stretches me. The first day that I had seen Atlas’ cock hard for me, I knew he would be too big for me. Atlas knows that too, and now he is stretching me out for his cock, hoping it won’t hurt too much.
“Ahhh Atlas,” I moan the faster his fingers move.
“You don’t get to come just yet,” he slaps my ass, and I moan louder as he moves his fingers faster inside me. The sting of the slap on my ass, and the thrusting of Atlas fingers, is so intense that I’m having trouble keeping myself from exploding.
Atlas removes his fingers, and I feel how wet I am as he moves his fingers up my back, towards my neck. He clutches the back of my neck, tightening and releasing with the rhythm of his breathing.
He pushes my head into the sheets, and I try to get a look at him from the corner of my eye. I see him moving his hand down his chest, I look up to his face and see his lips crazed into a smile. I shiver at the thought that right now I'm not Brooklyn, I'm his little Phoenix; I'm the one he is craving and all I want is for him to take me and make me his.
Atlas tightens his grip around my neck as I wait for him to take me. A tear escapes and slides into my mouth as I wait, and wait.
I cry out, as Atlas thrusts into me, hard. I jerk up, taking a handful of the silk sheets, as I feel every inch inside me.
I'm being thrusted into mercilessly, I tighten as Atlas hits the right spot every time he thrusts. Every time he thrusts, I moan louder, and the sounds echo in the room. I can hear him cursing, and briefly wonder why it’s okay for him to do it and not me. But, as quickly as the thought rears its head at the back of my mind, its words become a blur as I concentrate on the sensation of Atlas inside me.
I feel Atlas’ hot breath on my skin just behind my ear, as he whispers, "Perfect, so fucking perfect," He moans as he buries himself inside me, harder with each thrust and I almost scream in satisfaction.
I feel Atlas dig his fingernails into the skin on my hips. I thought it would hurt, but it doesn’t. If anything, I like it. He removes one hand from my skin, but not for long when I feel the sting from a slap on my ass. I scream, as my vagina thuds for more.
Taking both my arms, he pulls them behind my back as he pounds inside me over and over, harder and harder each time. He slaps my ass whenever he feels like it. All the panting I’ve done has made my throat drier than when I came around from my operations.