I look at the group behind them, they’re sitting on a black leather sofa. A woman kneels in front of another, pulling her panties off, while another woman kisses her neck.
I watch a group of men and women touching each other as they get turned on by the show.
I’m doing everything in my power not to touch myself again, because this is one of the hottest things I’ve seen. A part of me is saying do it, Atlas will never find out, but then my heart is screaming at me, don’t do it. He will find out, he will punish you for it. My heart has more control of my body than I do at the moment.
The only time I’ve felt this hot before is when Atlas is touching me, worshipping me.
I never thought watching someone else have sex would turn me on, but it does.
A man pushes the girl away, and kneels in front of the couch, and starts licking the girl’s pussy sitting on the sofa, while another starts riding her face, I would have thought that was enough, but no. A man in front of them, he grabs a handful of the woman's hair and slams his cock into her mouth. I watch as three are enjoying themselves at the same time, and I'm standing here getting wet as I watch.
I continue to watch the show in front of me, glancing from one group to the other, there are four separate groups all getting off on each other.
I look around, I see a man watching me, as he strokes himself; he's gesturing for me to come over to him, and that is my cue to leave. That man is creeping me out, at the way he is looking at me. As he sits up, I turn around and leave the room before he can get closer to me.
If Atlas finds out he looked at me, he will kill him after he kills me for being here.
I open the door and leave before I do lose control of myself and touch myself. I move down the corridor, missing a few doors, I get the picture that every room is different. It seems like each color has a theme behind it.
I stop at a door which is different from all the others. It’s black. I try my luck to see if it's open, and it is. I take a deep breath to prepare myself for what I'm about to see.
The room is surrounded by windows, but they’re all blacked out, but one is clear, and I walk closer to it, wanting to see what is behind the window. I see a couple.
In the middle of the room, there is a bed with a woman, on her knees, blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back. The man walks around and stops in front of her. He shouts something, but I can't hear him, but he pushes his cock into her mouth, hard. The man slaps the woman’s face as she sucks him, and he continues to thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. He pulls her away from his dick, and looks down at her, roughly pushing her bra down. The man grabs her breasts and starts to slap them, and I see her breasts starting to go red. He is being so hard on her, nothing Atlas has done to me compares to what this man is doing to her.
The moment he's in front of her again, he grabs her hair. His fingers on his other hand push into her mouth, opening it wide. I think he's going to put his cock in again, but he spits in her mouth as he moves his fingers in and out. I’ve seen a few things today, some that have scared me, some that have aroused me. The spitting into her mouth is disgusting, and something that should never happen.
He slaps her ass, hard enough to make her jump forward a little. He groans when he slaps her. He removes his hands and thrusts his cock back in her mouth, as deep as he can get. I can see the saliva dripping down her chin.
How crazy is it that I'm getting aroused watching them? My vagina pounding, begging to be touched as I watch the couple. I have no idea what is happening, but I move my hand to the knot on my robe, as it opens I slowly move my hand over to my soaked panties.
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
I pull my robe tightly shut as I jump turning around. I hit my back into the cold window behind me. I stare into Atlas’ eyes. I can feel the heat burning me, as Atlas glares at me, showing no expression.
For the first time I’m scared by the way Atlas is looking at me. He digs his hand into his pocket, not taking his eyes away from mine. Atlas isn’t looking at what I’m wearing, Atlas hasn’t once looked around the room; his eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only. ME.
Images start playing in my head, and it’s starting to make me dizzy. I close my eyes tight, as each one flashes in front of me. I want them to stop because they're making me feel sick. I stare into Atlas' eyes, which only makes the images play like a film at fast speed. It's a feeling of Deja Vu. I've been here, in this room, those eyes have looked at me like this before.
"Turn off the cameras in the view room." I hear Atlas' voice breaking me out of the images flashing before me. "Fucking do it, and the rooms around it," Atlas puts the phone back in his pocket, not moving his eyes away from me.
I didn’t think it was possible, but his blue eyes are becoming darker, and I feel my blood go cold because the rage coming from Atlas is frightening me.
Atlas begins to take his jacket off, and places it on the chaise lounge in the middle of the room, as he finally moves, a step closer to me as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up. As Atlas takes a step closer to me I involuntarily take one back, but all I’m hitting is the window behind me. There’s no escape, nowhere to run; I really am down the rabbit hole. I swallow the lump in my throat, as fear builds up inside me.
"I'm-" I stop the second Atlas raises his hand, telling me that he doesn't want to hear what I have to say. He unbuckles his belt. I move my gaze between the belt and his eyes: Atlas is still watching me.
"I want you lying over this chaise, so I can punish you for what you've done today." Atlas begins to wrap the belt around his hand. He stops in front of me, and I can feel the pounding in my chest, as my heart beats hard. It's hurting. I'm breathing at a rapid speed. "How many whips you get depends on what you're wearing under that robe." Atlas grabs my face, pushing my cheeks together with his un-belted hand, making me tremble under his touch. Is this fear or excitement? "If it's not silk, it’s bad news for you."
I know that I don’t have silk on, and my hands begin to shake as Atlas takes a step back waiting for me. "Do you want to piss me off more?" I shake my head quickly. "Un-fucking-tie it before I do it for you." Fuck that voice is loud, raged.
I pull the tie with a shaking hand and wait for it to fall open, holding my breath as it does. I look up at Atlas as he looks down at the lace.
"The amount I want to fucking whip you, I can't because I could fucking kill you!" Atlas shouts, making me jump. "Get on the fucking chaise!" Atlas' nostrils are flaring as I hear him breathing heavily. Fuck, my body shuts down on me; I’m too scared to move.
I let the robe fall to the floor, and I take a step closer to the bench but stop, I’m too scared to move, terrified of what he will do.
I gasp as I feel Atlas wrap his hand around the back of my neck. "You want to keep testing me, then fucking test me." Atlas’ voice shouts in my head, but he's not talking right now: this is a voice from my dreams. Deja Vu. I feel as if this is from my dream, from the pictures I've drawn. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a year now, and now those dreams are about to come true. "If you don't get down, I will make you," Atlas pushes me hard so that I lie on the bench; the cold leather against my stomach makes me shiver. I feel Atlas grazing my skin with his fingers, only for a second, and before I can even blink Atlas lashes the leather over my ass again. I scream because of the pain, but before I can stop screaming, another follows. The next one is a little lighter, but the burn from the combination of the two is killing me.