Three, that's three; Atlas never told me how many, but I don't think he knows the answer. After a few moments the cold leather slaps hard on my skin, again and I scream; I can feel the fire burning deep inside me. Is this turning me on?
I clench my nails into the leather bench as the next lash hits my skin; I half scream, half moan. My body is fighting in two worlds, fighting between right and wrong. Fighting between stopping him, and enjoying it.
What is happening to me? How is this turning me on?
I lift my body a little off the bench, but Atlas pushes me back down and holds me there. "I'm not fucking finished," Atlas shouts as he lashes two together. "You…" Atlas begins, but stops when I scream as the belt hits my skin hard, "Need to…" another one strikes my skin, "fucking listen!" Atlas shouts each word at me. As the tenth one stings the most; it's the hardest of them all.
Atlas removes his hand and I hear him walking behind me, slowly.
I flinch as Atlas briefly touches my ass cheek.
"On your knees," Atlas instructs me; his voice louder than before. I try hard to get my tears to stop, but it's not easy.
Why did I not tell him to stop?
Did I want this?
Did I want him to give me this?
My head was screaming to stop, but my heart was screaming for more. My heart craved it, it was like this is what my heart is made for, made for Atlas. What it needs to live. It’s like it needs Atlas to touch me like this to be happy, to be satisfied. Every part of my body is beginning to be taken over by what my heart wants, but it confuses me, as this is a word I never knew about. All the pictures I’ve drawn, all the images that have been flashing in my head, are all fitting together, everything I’ve seen, everything my heart is begging for is all making sense to me now, and I don't want him to stop. I want to see how much more he can give me. I’m beginning to crave it as much as my heart is.
“On your fucking knees!”
I slide off the bench, my knees hit the cold tiled floor. Atlas places his finger under my chin, lifting my face towards his. His dark blue eyes stare down at me; the rage in them has not calmed from the punishment he administered.
“Did anyone touch you?” I shake my head quickly, hoping that it might ease his mood. “Did you touch yourself?”
I hesitate to answer him; I did touch myself, I touched my nipple, but that can't be the same thing, can it? I shake my head to say no, as no words seem to be forming.
He starts undoing his button, letting his pants fall to the floor, one hand pulling his boxers down, the other under my chin as he moves his thumb along my lips, roughly.
Atlas pushes three fingers into my mouth, and pulls my mouth wide open, before I can take a deep breath he pushes his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me choke. He holds me there, as he tightens his grip on the back of my head; he puts his other hand around my neck.
Atlas pulls away from me, only to push back into me; the tears escape my eyes, as he continues to thrust. Atlas slides in and out of my mouth and I can feel saliva dripping down my chin.
“You disobeyed me!” Atlas shouts, as he runs his hand through my hair, then takes a handful of my hair. He pushes my head and holds my face against his pelvis, as his cock deep in my throat. My head hurts real bad when he pulls harder on my hair.
"Do you know how worried I was? What if someone hurt you?" Atlas sounds angry, but for a small moment his voice changes. Worried, why was he worried?
Atlas stands me up, turns me around and pushes me against the window, my breasts hitting the cold window.
He pushes against me; his chest hitting my back, as his fingers move along my hips, towards my clit, and he gives it a pinch. And I do nothing. I close my eyes as the pain runs through me.
I hear a tapping on the window, and I look over at Atlas’ hand moving to the right. The window is no longer blacked out, and I see a couple having sex. Rough sex.
"Is this what you want, me fucking you while they watch?" Atlas asks me as his hard cock rubs between my ass cheeks. Atlas kicks my feet apart and, without warning, in one quick thrust is inside me. "Is it turning you on, watching them?" Atlas asks. I'm not even looking at them because my eyes are shut, but how do I tell him? He's not letting me talk. Before I can answer him he’s asking me another question, or he’s doing something to me, which stops me from speaking.
Atlas starts to pull and pinch my nipples, harder as he thrust into me. I don't know how much longer I can stay standing; my legs are getting weaker with each thrust. I need to come.
Atlas starts pushing into me harder, as hard as the couple in front of us.
“Do you want to watch them? Or do you want them to watch me fucking you? Speak, little Phoenix. Do you want them to watch?”
“No!” I scream as he thrusts harder and deeper, to the point I don't know if I can take it anymore.
The voice in my head appears again, "You're mine and only mine. No one sees you but me. Do I make myself clear?"
“What do you want Brooklyn?”
The voice in my head shouting for Atlas to have me.
My breasts flatten on the window as he pushes harder into me, the harder he pushes the more my breasts hurt. "You're mine."
“You,” I shout at him. “Please.”
“Please what?”
"Let me come," I shout as I start sobbing.
Atlas pulls out of me and turns me around. "You don't get to come yet."
A few hours earlier.
"What is she doing? You told her what time dinner was, didn't you?" Rhys starts complaining again. I have no idea how he’s still hungry, it's not even been an hour since he last ate.
“Yes,” I snap back at him. But even, I’m starting to wonder where the hell she is. I told her dinner would be ready, and not to be late, so where the hell is she?
Gino walks over to us, “Is Miss Brooklyn not back yet?”
“Back?” I look up at him. She didn’t go anywhere, no one told me that she left the house. I thought that Brooklyn wouldn’t leave without asking, I thought she understood how I felt about that.
“She said she was going for a walk in the gard…”
I walk out of the back door, furious. She fucking left, and without even talking to me about it. She seemed fine when I left her this afternoon. I know that I got angry with her, but some fucked up shit happened in the club, and it pissed me off; The guys couldn’t fix that without me, and I took it out on Brooklyn. That was wrong, I shouldn’t have done that, and now I’ve lost her. I hear Rhys and Aiden talking behind me.
“Maybe-”
“Shut the fuck up,” I cut Aiden off.
I walk around the front of the house. Someone helped her get out of here. I mean, the fucking gate is a long walk, someone would have seen her walking that way. That’s the only way out of the estate. As I look out, all I can see is some of the night staff making their way to the club, ready to start their shift, and some of the afternoon staff leaving.
I turn around and see Beth standing in the reception lobby. I power walk through the front door, and the look on her face already tells me that there must be a fire building around me, and she is scared how it will burn.
“Where the fuck did you take her?”