Page 49 of Fear the Reapers
“Canneye leave?” I asked, too scared and disoriented to rip off the blindfold myself.
“Not until you’re punished.” He mused, positioning my body to stand in front of him. “Bend over.” He growled.
Was this man out of his fucking mind?
Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks, I weighed my options. I could refuse, fight, struggle, and most likely still end up bent over his knee with an even angrier man or I could agree, deal with the embarrassment, and still be able to sit for the next few days. The best choice was obvious, albeit mortifying.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I felt for his lap and crawled over it. Holding my breath, I prayed that this was the only thing they’d make me do.
Cool air brushed against my bare flesh as he lifted my dress, exposing my ass for the others to see. I could feel their eyes boring into my skin, but I couldn’t bear to remove the blindfold and witness their reaction.
“What were you thinking?” The man hissed as the crack of his palm against my flesh echoed into the air.
My eyes welled with tears, but I wouldn’t cry in front of them. I refused to.
“If anyone out there saw you leaving our home, they would not be as kind. There wouldn’t be an option. They would fucking kill you.” He spat.
Our home.
“A-Atlas?” I asked, swinging my arm to try to pull down my blindfold.
He answered me with another punishing smack to my ass. It was him. I had never been around Atlas when he was this out of control. The hits to my ass were wild and erratic, like he himself had no control over what his body was doing.
My pussy pooled with wetness and I had to stop the moans from clawing their way out. His anger. His volatile rage shouldn’t turn me on, but it did. I liked this side of Atlas. The one who didn’t treat me like I was off limits. I wanted him to break me. Wanted him to shatter me into a million fucking pieces because at least then, I’d have proof that he actually gave a fuck about me.
“Being important to us will get you killed.” He boomed, following up with another slap.
My pulse accelerated wildly. I was important to them. I thought about the other men watching. Ezra, Cyrus, and Tristan. None of them made a move to leave, but the tension in the air was palpable. They all watched Atlas smack my flesh repeatedly without so much as a word of protest. I could tell that what he was doing bothered them. I just didn’t know if it was because they wanted him to stop or because they wanted to do it themselves.
Embarrassment flamed my cheeks as I felt the evidence of my enjoyment sliding down my thigh. I was sure with their view of the action, they could see my wetness’ unmistakable gleam.
“How could you be so fucking reckless?” Atlas hissed, giving me another ruthless slap that jolted my body forward.
I whimpered, doing everything I could to stop myself from begging for more. I enjoyed the power behind each blow. Enjoyed that I had the power to make such a ruthless and stoic man turn so crazed and primal.
“That’s enough.” Cyrus said, whipping my blindfold off and tossing it to the ground.
Atlas’ smacks waned as he focused his eyes on his brother. My traitorous body writhed against him, already missing his touch.
“Oh, and I’m supposed to trust your judgement?” Atlas asked as he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my feet.
Cyrus’ jaw clenched but said nothing in response.
“Exactly,” Atlas said, inching towards Cyrus’ face, “we wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for you. You’re an idiot for letting her trick you.”
The way he emphasised the word ‘her’ had shame licking across my skin. I had done this. I had been the one to push Atlas over the edge. I had never seen him so angry before, and the man I had known the longest was unrecognizable with the murderous look in gaze.
Now, when I looked at him, I no longer saw DC, the mysterious business man that came to visit me every night. I only saw Atlas, the cold and ruthless leader of The Reapers. The man responsible for instilling fear in the heart of an entire town. DC was an illusion I had tricked myself into believing, but Atlas was the real fucking deal.
“Does Mel know about your twisted little fascination with our pet?” Cyrus spat, staring daggers at his brother.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Atlas retorted with a scowl.
“Come on, you enjoyed punishing her almost as much as she enjoyed being punished by you.” He spat, giving me a once over.
My cheeks flamed.
“Bullshit.” Atlas hissed, shaking his head in denial. “This was a punishment, nothing more.”
