tell him, my chin turning up sharply in defiance.
“You could try, but I won’t let you get away so easily this time.” Atlas grins, and I turn to go to his secret closet. When I do, I stop short. It’s packed with clothes, and not just high-end designer labels, it also contains a lot of my branding. I pick out something comfortable, and when I turn around, Atlas is sitting on the edge of the bed.
Lifting my shirt over my head, I let it fall to the floor and do the same with my pants. When I look up, now standing only in my underwear, his gaze explores and suggests while his cock is rock hard. I smile when I look down. Turning around, I shimmy the skirt up my legs and over my ass. When I look back at Atlas over my shoulder, I watch him biting his lip as he has deep and prolonged eye contact with my body.
“Theadora,” he says, tracing my body with his lust-filled eyes.
I remove my bra and throw it to the floor then turn around. He’s seen me naked before so my body is no surprise to him. But that look—the one he’s giving me right now—makes me feel like I am the most prized possession he has ever seen or owned.
It makes all my girly parts sing some sort of Hallelujah Chorus—it feels like I have won the battle.
“You are playing in dangerous territory, Theadora.”
“I want to go home,” I reply quite simply.
“I agreed. So, unless you plan to do something with that…” his eyes scan my body luridly, “… I would get dressed before I can’t contain myself any longer.”
“You wouldn’t touch me without my permission.”
“I can tell you want me, even if you think you don’t.” Atlas stands and stalks toward me.
“It’s not you I want…” My eyes drop to what’s between his legs, and I smirk.
“You can have it, touch it, anytime you want.”
I watch as his cock twitches right in front of me. “I think I’ll give that a hard pass,” I reply. Stepping back, I slide on the shirt and quickly do up the buttons. “Now, can you feed me? I’m starving,” I say while moving well away from him.
Someone brings in food an hour later, and it’s not like the other days. This time, the door is left open as two silver trays are placed on the bed. Atlas walks out dressed in a black suit, and I have to glance away. He looks so good, almost as good as he does out of it.
“I see the food has arrived,” he says.
I sit, placing the pillow on top of my legs and take the lid off the cloche. My mouth starts salivating at what I see. The trays are full of pancakes, bacon, fruit, and hash browns. I want it all. I pick up a piece of bacon and place it in my mouth, it crunches as I take a bite. Atlas takes a piece as well with his fingers, placing it between those sinful lips.
“I want you,” he says, making me choke on the juice I just swallowed. I wipe at my mouth and look up at him. “You know I do, it just took me some time to come around to that fact.”
I say nothing and go back to my juice.
“Theadora,” he says.
I pull the glass away from my lips and focus all my attention on him. “You can’t think just because you say some words I’ll fall at your feet and give myself to you again, right?”
“Well…”
I laugh. “Oh my God, you did. So, let me get this straight. First, you kidnap me. Then you use me. Then we start something…” I indicate between us, “… which I thought at the time I could forgive you for everything you did to me because maybe… just maybe, that was a different side of you. So, I let myself fall into you…” I pause, taking a deep breath. “Then you leave me again, ignore me, and act like I’m the scum beneath your feet. Actually, probably worse than that.” I shake my head. “Then, oh wait… I’m still not finished… then you kidnap me… again.” I throw my head back in laughter. “You have got to be kidding me, right?” With all laughter gone, I rise from the bed and cross my arms over my chest. “I’d like to go home now.”
“Well, when you put it like that… sure, I went about this all the