Page 58 of Dark as Knight

“Dinner won’t be ready for another fifteen minutes; however”—he lifts me up, placing me right on the table in front of him—“I’m going to have my dessert first.”

“Atlas.” I try to pull my dress down, but he grabs my hands and places them flat on the table.

“Don’t move them,” he commands.

“Atlas, what about Regina or Oliver?”

“First rule,” he says, roughly grabbing my panties and tearing them from my body with an audible rip, “don’t fucking worry about anyone else; your only concern is me. Do you understand?” I can’t even argue if I wanted to; he already has two fingers inside me, toying with my G-spot as he reaches down to roll up the sleeve on his shirt. “I said”—he curls his fingers, flicking them at a rapid pace inside me—“do you understand me?”

My mouth hangs open as he continues his assault, his thumb joining in to tease my clit. I can’t respond, I’m groaning, my head falling back as my hands stay flat on the table. My legs start to shake, a tingle growing rapidly throughout my body.

“Second rule,” he says, stopping his movements and pulling his fingers from my body, “answer me when I ask you a question, Stella.”

“What? No.” I reach for his hand but he shakes his head.

“What did I tell you about being an obedient girl?”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” I practically cry.

“Good.” He flips my dress up, pushing against my chest. “Lie back.”

I obey, resting on my elbows as I watch him lean forward, running his nose up and down my slit but not touching me.

“Fuck, you smell mouthwatering.” Without hesitation, he spreads my legs, leaning all the way forward to tease my opening with his tongue. My eyes are in the back of my head, my body writhing as my hands clutch the tablecloth beneath me.

“Oh, oh please, right there,” I cry, my body begging for release as he laps at me. “I-I’m-I’m—” I try to finish the sentence but I can’t. I close my eyes, falling back so I can surrender to the pleasure that’s threatening to consume me but just as it’s about to take me over the edge, it disappears. I sit up, confusion and frustration pumping through me. “What the hell?”

“Third rule,” he says, grabbing his napkin and wiping his face. “I’m in control of your pleasure.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning if I want to edge you for an hour straight, then make you suck my cock till I come down your throat, you’ll swallow and say thank you, daddy, may I have more?”

I gasp. “Why are you always so bossy?”

He pulls my top half forward until he’s eye to eye with me. “Because I’m the fucking boss, Stella, and the sooner you recognize that your little pussy throbs at the thought of me dominating and bossing you around, the sooner we can move past this coy little game you like to play, pretending you don’t know exactly the kind of man I am.”

“Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?” I freeze, Mac’s voice coming from behind as I’m still sitting on the table in front of Atlas, thighs spread, panties in a torn pile on the floor. “Oh shit, sorry.” He averts his gaze.

“I did,” Atlas says, keeping his gaze on me. “I wanted to tell you that you’ll be giving me a ride to work in the morning. Can you let Oliver know?”

“Sure. Any particular reason why you want me to drive you, sir?” I can’t tell if Mac has sensed Atlas’ distrust of him but his tone changes.

“No,” he says, his eyes slowly drifting from mine to Mac’s. “You can leave now, Mac.” His eyes come back to me. “You don’t need to see my wife on her knees.”

Before the door even finishes closing, Atlas’ hand is around my waist, pulling me from the table and onto my knees, his other hand undoing his buckle and zipper, freeing his cock from his pants.

He slides past my lips gently. I look up at him, his hair hanging over his forehead as he tries to restrain himself from losing control.

“Fuck, can you relax your jaw, baby?” he grunts, pushing in deeper. My mouth stretches wide as my tongue toys with the underside of his head, an area I’ve found where he loves being stimulated.

I close my eyes, relaxing and taking him deeper as I wrap my hand around him, bobbing my head and twisting my hand simultaneously. His groans grow louder, his breathing growing rapid. Suddenly I remember that any minute poor Regina is going to walk through that door in the far right corner and witness something I’m sure she’ll never forget.

So I slide my hand down my body, pulling my dress up over my lap and spreading my thighs while I start to play with myself. The second Atlas sees my movements, his eyes are bouncing back and forth between my hand and my mouth.

“Oh Jesus, oh fuck me.” He clenches his jaw, his head falling back as he loses it. He says my name over and over as his release pours down the back of my throat. I struggle to swallow but manage to keep from making a mess.

“Um, Atlas, dinner is coming any second,” I say as I grab my panties and stand back up. “And I don’t think Regina needs to be scarred by witnessing this in your kitchen.”

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