The Taste of Seduction - Chapter 92

TW: Mature content (Anal foreplay, whipping, humiliation)

Silence fell between them as Meredith panted heavily on the floor. Her whole body was on fire with pleasure.

The sensation sizzled through every part of her. She was on the edge as tears kept from her eyes while looking on the ground.

“Angel…” Atlas said kissing her tears away.

“My beautiful slut…you’re doing so well. Just a little more than we are done.”

He held her for a long time before he stood up.

“Continue from where we left off. Face down, ass up and legs spread open.”

Meredith bit her lips and without her word, assumed the position. She had gone far to give up now, just a little more pain then the pleasure will come.

His intense gaze on her for a long time before he administered the stroke.

The leather strap hit her tender ass cheek with a resounding thwack. The pain flared brightly, chased by a hot throbbing that spreads through her trembling body,to her already drenching cunt.

She wanted to shove her fingers right in there now and hump them, careless of the humiliation of being so easily aroused; but she couldn’t because her wrists were tied together.

“Eleven.”

With each stroke of the leather, her body adjusted to the pain. Atlas comforted her in-between the strokes with such tenderness that made her think everything was an illusion but the pain that came after brought her out of her daze.

She had never felt so defenseless, although this is better than anything she could have asked for.

Tonight, she chose to be reckless, and here she was, getting whipped by a man and drenching from it.

Finally, her darkest fantasies were being brought to life.

The fourth blow landed on the same place as the previous ones, causing her to cry out.

“Color?” Atlas asked, his voice husky. Meredith knew for every stroke he implemented on her skin he felt it ten times worse. He was suffering for hurting her too. This gave her a little satisfaction.

“Green.” Meredith replied, bracing herself on the floor with her ass raised towards him.

Atlas groaned and smacked her again. The leather kissed the back of her thighs with excruciating pain.

“Sixteen.” She said in an anguished voice.

Sobs of pain, humiliation wracked through her with each smack of the leather against her skin and howl of desperation escaped her lips.

When the last leather licked her skin, all her jumbled feelings of humiliation and desire broke loss.

She shook with pent-up emotion and the desperate need for release.

“Twenty.”She breathed.

Meredith fought an internal turmoil, Atlas hadn’t told her to move so she didn’t move. Didn’t.

She bit her lips to stop the sobs from leaving her mouth, aware of the hot tears flowing down her cheeks, a strange opposition to the euphoric sensation pulsing through her.

Meredith moaned as she felt Atlas’s lips trailed kisses over her ass, with the soft open-mouthed kisses moving along her skin.

She tensed as Atlas gripped her, spreading her ass cheeks wide open.

“Sir….” Meredith whined before a soft tongue laved over her hole. “Oh,” she gasped. Her body turned scarlet.

She never thought someone would ever touch her like that, so intimately. Especially at that place.

She had never understood the way women whined and whimpered when they experienced it in the books. But now, she got it. She understood the divine sensation of being licked there.

She arched her back to him, rocking her hips.

There was a low chuckle, and then Atlas pulled away.

“No…please!” She pleaded.

To her embarrassment, she started to cry with frustration. The torment of pain and pleasure was driving her insane.

Atlas’s hand caressed her lower back. “Shh, Angel. You’re doing so well. I’m going to take care of you. Just let me take the pain away.”

Meredith nodded. The ache between her thighs grew more and more insistent , but Atlas’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises before he buried his face between her cheeks once more.

There was nothing tender about his movements—it was a full-on assault on her senses.

Atlas licked and sucked at her entrance, spearing his tongue against her hole then he bit her ass cheeks.

“Ah…. Oh, fuck,” she sobbed. “I need… Please, Sir.”

Atlas pulled away and slid a finger inside her cunt. His fingers stroked her, sending her into shivers of ecstasy

“What baby girl? What do you want? Tell me.”

“Touch me, Sir….”

“I am touching you, love.” He slipped a second finger inside her, startling a gasp out of Meredith.

“Is this what you need?”

Meredith couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as Atlas probed her , his finger brushing against a spot inside that had her toes curling.

It was all too much, and it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Yes…No….more please…please,” she said, moaning and writhing on the floor.

She couldn’t think with Atlas’s finger inside her.

Meredith gave a low moan as Atlas’s thumb found her clit.

“Do not come until I say so. Understand?”

Meredith panted on the floor her hips thrusting into Atlas’s fingers, but then it disappeared.

“I asked you a question.” Atlas grunted.

“Yes, Sir. I understand. Please…”

“You beg so sweetly, it’s hard to say no.” He chuckled.

Atlas’s finger returned, but now, his strokes were frustratingly slow, his grip too loose for Meredith to get the friction she so desperately needed.

She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t take this anymore. It was too much.

“Please don’t…. I….can’t…” Her tears flowed again.

“Can’t what, huh?” Atlas teased.

Meredith didn’t answer, just cried out in frustration.

He curled his fingers to stroke her deep and slow. Her whole body felt like a live wire.

Every small touch or caress wrenched a cry or a moan from her.

“Please, Sir….I want…..”

“What do you want?”

Meredith didn’t answer right away, and Atlas gave her a light pinch on the ass.

“You really have a problem with answering questions, Angel. Do you want me to discipline you again?”

Meredith shook her head,

“No..I-I want your cock,” She blurted

“I want to be fucked by it. Please. Please fuck me. Please, Sir.”

“Hmm…but having my cock is a privilege. Being fucked is a privilege. And all privileges have to be earned.”

Atlas said amusement laced in his voice even though he was trying to be nonchalant.

“What should I do to earn this privilege

Sir…please tell me. I will do anything please.”

Atlas’s fingers disappeared and he removed the blindfold from her eyes.

Meredith blinked and looked up at him, her eyes begging him to touch her.

When she chose pain, she never thought emotional pain was part of it! This was simply cruel. Bringing her on the edge just to drop her.

Atlas grabbed her collar and she yelped. His eyes fell on her lips and he smirked.

Meredith saw the look in his eyes and she swallowed. She knew what he was asking her to do.

With him standing above her, she grabbed his belt to unbuckle it but Atlas pushed her slightly and she fell on the ground.

“Who said you can touch me? Did I give you permission? If you want something, be a good girl and beg for it.”