The Taste of Seduction - Chapter 90

TW; mature content

When they got back home, Meredith went to take a shower while Atlas waited for a her in the bedroom. A few minutes later, she walked out from the bathroom. She was wrapped in a white towel. Her dark hair hung loosely over her shoulders, with the end dripping onto the floor.

Atlas stared at her silence as every hair on his scalp stood to attention, every skin cell tingled, every neuron fired. He swallowed as he watched her walk closer to him.

His heart pounded hard as she finally came to a halt before him. Her hair was still dripping onto the floor. She clutched the front of the towel with both hands and the damp material clung tightly to her form. Her cleavage was shown since her breast was pushed by how tight she was holding the towel.

She was biting her lower lips and her expression looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” Atlas asked, concern etched in his voice.

Meredith shook her head and walked away from him. She went to the table which had his favorite scotch on it and pour herself a shot. She threw back her head and gulped the liquor. She frowned at the bad taste.

She met his gaze and licked her lips after she had swallowed. Atlas’s cock twitched in excitement and he groaned. He realized what she was doing and honestly, she was winning. His body always danced to her tune without her even trying. He wanted her.

“Are you not sexually attracted to me anymore? ” She asked, her tone laced with sadness.

Fuck, why the hell would she think like that? Only God knows how hard these past few days has been without him touching her when she was so close to him. The things he wanted to do to her..

“No.” He replied.

Meredith let out the air she was holding and Atlas nearly cum in his pants as he watched the way her breast rose and fell with the motion of her chest.

“Then why haven’t you touched me yet?” She said, pouring herself another drink.

With one hand holding up the towel, her cleavage slipped out a bit further.

“Because you were wounded. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She stared at him, her eyes gazing into his.

“You’re right…. sorry I thought you had gotten tired of me.” She whispered, her eyes growing watery.

“Silly…. why would you think like that? Do you know how hard it has been for me to have you in my arms but I couldn’t touch you?”

She let out a soft laugh as a single tear slid down her cheeks.

Atlas got up from the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly made his way towards her. He stopped an inch away as his thumb wiped the tear staining her cheeks. He hated seeing her cry. Her tears crushed his heart and the pain was the worst pain he has ever experienced.

He thought he was protecting her instead he was hurting her feelings.

Funny how love could soften even the strongest man. A mere tear could cause so much pain. He felt like hot knives were piercing each inch of his skin. It should have frightened him how much power and control she had over him, but it didn’t. She was his Angel, he loved her.

“I want you. I would always want you. I don’t think I would ever get tired of this body.”

She blushed, pushing her face further into his hand.

“You…” He trailed his index finger down her jawline.

“Are…” He brushed his thumb across her lips.

“Beautiful.”

Gently he tucked a damp strand of her hair behind ear.

“Can’t you see how I struggle to take my hands off you?”

“Yes…” She whispered.

“Sorry….I-I don’t know where I got this thoughts from.” She whispered.

“It just I miss your touch so much. It’s driving me crazy.”

Atlas smiled at his her little confession.

“So you want me to touch you?” His fingers slid down her bare arms before twirling around a piece of her wet hair. Meredith bit her lips and nodded.

“Use your words, Angel.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

She gazed into his eyes and saw the dominance glinting inside.

“Yes, Sir.”

His lips curled up, “Good girl.” He pulled away from her, “Drop the towel….”

Meredith didn’t object. Maintaining eye contact, she dropped the towel on the floor.

Atlas caressed her bare body with his eyes and she flushed.

“Fuck…You’re so beautiful….”

He groaned as he traced his fingers down her breasts, she shivered as her nipples hardened.

“Pleasure or pain?” he asked her, pressing a kiss on her shoulder.

“Pain…” she rasped.

“Are you sure Angel?”

Meredith pulled her bottom lips into her mouth and nodded.

“Yes Sir.”

Atlas stared at her, quietly. He wanted to make sure she was ready for this. She might have healed quickly but he was still reluctant to hurt her. He was surprised why she chose pain but knowing his Angel…she was full of surprises.

“Hmmm…..on your knees.”

He gave a light push and she fell on her knees.

He lifted her chin with his finger and leaned closer to her.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Atlas asked and she shook her head in response.

His lips curled up darkly. “You like to tease me don’t you?” He purred, caressing her cheeks.

Her breathing got ragged and her breast rose and fell with each breath she took.

“I asked you a question, Angel.” Atlas said, his hand kneading her nipples.

Meredith moaned in pain.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm do you know what happens to bad girls who tease their master?”

Atlas asked, gripping her hair.

Meredith shook her head in response, excitement shinning in her eyes.

“No…Sir…”

“Well…they get punished and that’s what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to punish you and you’re going to take it like a good obedient slut. You will count each stroke and if you forget to count. We will start over your punishment until you’re disciplined. Understood?”

“Y-yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”