Page 35 of Atlas & Miles
Their eyebrows shot up as they glared in my direction for a split second before he turned back to navigate Atlanta’s busy Friday evening traffic. “You keep asking, naughty boy, and your ass will be sore all weekend.”
I blushed. “Yes, please.”
They chuckled. “Calm down, baby. You know I’ll give you what you need.” They glanced over briefly to catch my eye, smiling.“And I want this weekend to be a surprise, okay? Let me treat you.”
An odd tremor clambered in my chest at their words. I was reminded every day how sweet and considerate my Daddy was. Sadistic, too, for sure, but I liked that in a Daddy. In a partner.
Shit. Partner? Was that what we were? We hadn’t really defined our relationship that way, and I didn’t think it was fair to ask them to do so when our future was largely up in the air.
But that was fine. For now, we were having fun—exclusivefun—and I was determined to roll with it. The future could wait.
Atlas pulled into a high-rise hotel downtown, and as I took in our surroundings, I suspected we’d have an amazing view. Once we’d checked in and went up to our fortieth-floor room to drop off our luggage, I noticed I was right.
My Daddy gasped beside me, and I was gaping as we both hung our garment bags in the closet, dropped our bags unceremoniously in front of it, and beelined for the wide windows that overlooked the Atlanta skyline. Unending miles of bright and twinkling orange, yellow, and white lights set against the night sky and darkened city—our own earthbound galaxy of stars—stretched out before us. It felt magical.
Atlas wrapped their arm around my waist, and I pulled him into my left side as we took in the sight. They snuggled into my chest, bringing their free hand to my opposite pec. Their fingertips found my nipple through my thin Henley, and I gasped when they pinched it between their fingers.
“Daddy,” I whined, my dick hardening in my khakis. But as I knew they wouldn’t, they didn’t let up. Instead, they pinched harder, twisting my nipple through my shirt, and I gritted my teeth against the exquisite pleasure-pain.
They only let up to switch to the other side, moving back just a little so they could reach my left nipple.
“Daddy, please . . .” I begged, needing more from them while understanding that I would get exactly what they wanted to give me and no more. “Please, Daddy, can we stay in tonight? I need you.”
Atlas tsked, toying with both nipples now. I sucked in a breath as they glanced up at me. “That would be rude, boy. We have reservations.”
I groaned, my dick fully hard and ready to burst. “Please, Daddy.”
Their eyes sparkled with sadistic glee, and I moaned as their fingertips worked me over with greater intensity. “No, boy.” His grin turned wicked. “But since you are so needy tonight, I’ll give you a few reminders to be good while we’re out. Okay?”
I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt I would both hate and love what they had in mind, but I nodded eagerly anyway. I wanted to be a good boy for them.
When they finally pulled away, my shoulders fell as I gasped out my relief, facing the windows while I caught my breath. But then I turned around. I should’ve known my fate would be much worse than I’d anticipated.
Atlas was grinning when my eyes found what they’d laid out on the bed. A pair of small nipple clamps, a purple butt plug, and a box of something that made my asshole clench.
My eyes shot to theirs. “Daddy?”
Their grin just widened. “We’re going into the bathroom to shower and clean you out, baby.” They picked up the travel enema kit and shook it in the air between us. “Then we’ll fit you for the rest before we go out for dinner, drinks, and dancing.”
My eyes shot wide. That meant I’d be wearing these items forhours.
“Now, baby boy.”
Their words jolted me to the present, and I yanked my Henley over my head before pulling off the rest of my clothes and hightailing it into the bathroom.
Twenty sexless and embarrassing minutes later, I was sufficiently clean and ready for whatever additional torture my Daddy had in store for me. Atlas had dressed in a black suit with brocade lapels and a dark-purple dress shirt, the top few buttons left open, that matched the heels on the floor beside them. I was still naked.
The plug they’d chosen wasn’t too large, but it would keep me prepped for them if that’s what we wanted to try tonight. He hadn’t taken my ass yet. Prep was almost clinical but effective, and my hole sucked in the plug like it was made for the toy. Then Atlas turned me around to “adorn” my nipples with the clamps—their word—before promising they wouldn’t stay on all night because it wasn’t safe. I squirmed, imagining what they’d have me do once they ordered me to remove them.
“Now, turn around, bend over, and spread those cheeks, baby. Let me see my sexy boy’s plugged hole.”
My face heated as I did what they said, reaching back to hold my cheeks apart, exposing myself to them. They tapped the end of the toy, and my ring of muscle clenched around the base. Then they tugged on the end, and I sucked in a breath, my cheeks reddening further as he worked the plug in and out of my ass a few times, fucking me with it.
“You good, sweet boy?”
Gasping, I nodded, leaning against the dresser to my left to keep myself upright. “Yes . . . Daddy,” I managed before they settled the plug back into place. My entire body relaxed, and I dropped my hands as I fought to catch my breath.
“Good boy.” They straightened then nodded to where they’d hung my garment bag. “Now get dressed, baby. Reservations are in thirty minutes.”
