Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t run. She simply bobs her head and swallows Atlas whole.
“Looks like that pretty mouth is good for something other than being smart.”
I lift her hips, bending her over until her pretty pink cunt and asshole are exposed to me. Unbuckling my belt, I tie it around her neck and buckle it tight. It’s been a minute since I fucked a girl. I never had the urge, but at this moment, all I can think about is burying my cock in her slick heat.
Her body lunges forward as I penetrate her with one full thrust. To my utter shock, she pushes against me, fucking me back.
“Look at you, Mona. Not such a good girl, after all, huh?”
She mumbles as Atlas’s dick lodges down her throat. Part of me wants to ignore her rambling, but a larger part wants to know what she said.
Leaning forward, I grip her hair and pull her off Atlas. “Did you want to say something, slut?”
I regret the word as soon as it flies from my mouth. Degradation is something Atlas and I enjoy. It’s a little fucked up, but it’s a huge component of our relationship because of the trauma we’ve suffered. Alas, we crave it. But I should’ve stopped to consider that others don’t appreciate being demeaned in the same way we do.
“Say it again,” Mona whimpers.
“Say what?
“Call me a slut.”
I tug her until her back is flush to my chest and whisper in her ear, “Why, Kitten? So you can show me your cute little claws and pretend you can go head-to-head with a tiger?”
“No,” Mona pants. “I…”
“Spit it out, Kitten.”
She drops her gaze and shuts her eyes. “I—I don’t know why I like it.”
I recognize her defeated expression all too well. Running from your true nature and living in denial is a hell of a fight.
“Look at me.” I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to mine. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Her chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh, and I instantly feel like a bigger piece of shit than I already am.
“Those words should disgust me. Words like slut, whore, and cunt”—she swallows—“are used for women and young girls.” Her voice shakes as tears stream down her face. “Virgins. Girls imprisoned and brutalized.”
I don’t know what possesses me to utter my next words. I have no clue why this girl’s confession has cracked a piece of my stone-cold heart. “We can’t control what our trauma does to us. Words that hurt in times of pain can also bring peace. It’s fucked up. I don’t understand it. But I don’t think we should harbor shame for taking back power with words that were used to harm us.” I push her hair from her face and hold her stare. “Maybe we should stop.”
“No,” Mona says. “I need to escape. Please. Even if it’s only for a moment. Let me forget.”
I nod before shoving her head down on Atlas’s cock again. “Open up, slut.”
Atlas looks at me, his eyes pleading, asking if all this is okay. I nod to reassure him, but I’m not sure it is.
“Are you okay with this?” Atlas asks the question I’m unable to form but need to know.
“Yes,” Mona whispers. “I don’t think I should be, and I can’t explain it, but I am.”
Atlas caresses her face. “Then open up, slut.”
Certain moments in life create a turning point. One step can alter the entire course of your life. Prior to my conversation with Mona, my course of action was clear. I was sure of what I needed to do.
But something in her confession has shifted my entire perspective.
If this were a game of chess, it would be checkmate because I can’t sacrifice her to save myself.
7
ATLAS
The entire situation is fucked-up. Completely and utterly insane. So preposterous that no one would ever believe the tale. Here I am with my cock deep inside the mouth of the girl my father has kidnapped, and she isn’t objecting. It isn’t Stockholm, either. Mona knows what we are. She isn’t in a trance or deluded.
She’s a woman in a fucked-up situation who wants control. A moment where she believes the sword of faith is hers to wield.
“That’s it, whore. Fuck our cocks. You’re doing such a good job.”
Mona moans at Callum’s degradation as if it’s the sustenance she needs to survive and thrive. How far can we take this?
I pull her off my cock. “I need you to tap my leg if what I’m about to do is too much while your mouth is full.”
She nods.
“That’s not good enough, baby. I’m gonna need you to say the word.”
“Yes,” Mona says as saliva trails down her chin.
“Thatta a girl. Open up nice and wide so I can fuck your worthless face and come down your pretty little throat.”
Mona takes my dick all the way, gagging as I hit the back of her throat.