Page 36 of Atlas & Miles
Atlas took me to a sort of speakeasy, a place with small, intimate tables, full dinner service, and a large stage with live entertainment. The atmosphere was dark and romantic, the singer was sultry and seductive, and the first course was delicious.
Daddy sent me to the restroom to remove the nipple clamps after the first course, claiming they didn’t want to cause any damage. They’d instructed me to rub them for a full minute after removing the clamps, though, which ensured my nipples were extremely sensitive and sore and my dick was hard enough to pound nails. I had to stay in the bathroom until my hard cock deflated so I wouldn’t put on a show for the entire restaurant. It took much longer than it should have.
Once I’d gotten back to the table, Atlas proceeded to torture me at the worst times by leaning in and reminding me of the plug—telling me how it was prepping me for them, that it made me a slut for their dick, that everyone here could tell I was plugged and needy—and each time, I had to fight to keep a straight face, stay calm, appear as though nothing was happening. It was pure, beautiful agony.
When we finished the main meal, just before dessert, the singer called everyone’s attention to the stage.
“We have a treat for you all tonight,” she crooned, her voice low and sexy. “A special guest has asked to perform for their partner, and we couldn’t help but want to make their evening special.”
I blinked as Atlas stood beside me.
“Everyone, please welcome Atlas St. James.”
Applause filled the room as my partner, the most wonderful person in the world, made their way to the stage. Then the band started playing.
As the first long, lingering chords sounded from a synthesizer and the piano, Atlas stepped up to the old-fashionedmicrophone. Their face was a little pink, but their gaze was intense and determined. And when the intro wrapped up and he started singing, the song low and piano part simple, my heart melted as lust flared to life.
Atlas St. James couldsing. I’d forgotten that from the musicals in high school.
The second verse took the melody an octave higher, building the song as the band layered on the tension. Atlas sang in a sweet baritone, the timbre of their voice a resonant claiming, beckoning my heart to theirs. Their eyes stayed fixed on me, and every word of the familiar yet modernly arranged and incredibly seductive song flowed through my entire body, settling into my marrow.
And god, what a performance. As the song crescendoed and the drums, piano, strings, and synthesizers launched us into the stratosphere, Atlas began to dance in place, adding ethereal trills where the song allowed. Their body swayed as their hands ran down their sides and back up again, mesmerizing us all. Their arms stretched above their head, their intense gaze inviting me into their wicked game.
Then the song ended, and after a moment of stunned silence, the crowd leapt to their feet, cheering and applauding. I stood with them, tears streaming down my face as Atlas got the standing ovation he deserved.
Fuck, my Daddy wasincredible.
When we got back to the hotel later that night after dessert and dancing, I spun Atlas around, pressing them against the door of our hotel room and claiming their mouth. Though they usually led our scenes and took charge during sex, tonight I wanted to show them how much I loved their gift of that unbelievably sexy performance.
They deserved it.
“God, Daddy, you were absolutelyastoundingtonight.” I trailed my lips along their neck, and they tilted their head to give me access. “Your voice is beautiful.”
Atlas sighed into my hair. “Really? I was worried I couldn’t pull it off. I wanted tonight to be special for you.”
I raised up to catch their gaze. “It was incredibly special, Atlas. Fuck, every person in that room wanted you.” I growled, nipping at their ear lobe. “And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have you.”
“Then take me.”
Lifting them into the air, I coaxed their legs around my waist and turned to walk them to the bed. Atlas stopped me before I got there, pulling his lips from mine. “Against the windows, baby. Fuck me against the windows.”
I sucked in a breath before setting them on their feet. We both scrambled out of our clothes, and Atlas grabbed the lube and a condom—we’d gotten tested but our results weren’t back yet—then guided my hand to their hole.
Prep was probably too short, but when they insisted they were ready, I hoisted them up once more, wrapping their legs around my waist and pressing them against the wide window. They cried out when their skin touched the cold glass and again when I pushed the tip of my cock against their hole, forcing my way inside.
Once my dick had breached them, I moved carefully, letting them adjust as I took their hole slowly, almost reverently, pushing deeper with every thrust. The plug in my ass rubbed against my prostate with every motion, ramping up my arousal until I was fighting to hold back.
But they didn’t want me to. “Harder, baby. Make me feel you.”
My bossy bottom Daddy.
I sheathed my cock in their ass in one thrust, making them cry out again. “Oh, fuck! Miles, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me yours.”
They didn’t have to ask me twice. I launched into a harsh, steady rhythm, the only sounds in the room the slapping of my balls against their ass and their back squeaking against the cool glass high above the city.
When Atlas came with a shout—untouched save the teasing rub of our stomachs against their cock—the clenching of their hole around me triggered my own orgasm, and I followed them over the edge. My hole squeezed and released around the plug, and the feeling sent sparks through me, wrenching what felt like a second orgasm from me as more cum spurted into the condom. I held Atlas against the window, my forehead on their shoulder, as we came down from our high.
They let out a breathless laugh once our breathing had slowed, and I stepped back to let their legs fall to the ground. Hands on their hips—my fingers and thumbs nearly touching, just the way I loved—I steadied them until I was confident they could stand.
