26 On your knees

(mature content ahead!)

Meredith stared at him speechless. For the first time in her life, she felt attractive. Her scars had been one of her biggest insecurities when growing up.

She didn't want to see the disgust and pity in people's eyes that's why she avoided men at all cost. But with Atlas she wanted to take the risk. She knew he was different from all the guys she had had an acquainted with.

She looked into his eyes to see if she would notice the disgust or pity, she was familiar with but surprisingly there was none. Just pure vengeance was fleeting in his eyes. Like he would rain hell on whoever did this to her. Was this how it felt to have someone who would protect you?

She had read about how boys in books protect the women they love. How they cherish them and kissed every scar on their body and had always wanted something like that. But she really didn't think she would meet someone who would find her scars beautiful, much less, print kisses across it.

Her heart thudded in her chest.

"Angel…" He whispered, but the frustration in his voice was evident.

Meredith swallowed, "I…I don't know."

That was the truth. She really didn't know where she got the scars from. It has been on her skin since she was a kid. Her mother had told her that she had gotten the scars from playing when she was a child. Meredith didn't believe her though because her scars looked more like claws marks.

It looked like it had been craved into her skin as weird as that may sound.

"What do you mean by you don't know?" Atlas searched her eyes to see if she was protecting someone.

"Yes. I have had them since I was a kid. My mom said I got them from an accident while playing when I was a kid." Meredith explained.

Atlas nodded. But Meredith saw the tension in his shoulders. She knew he didn't believe her. Not that she blamed him though. It was hard to believe that such scars were from an accident.

"Turn around." Atlas whispered placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

Meredith turned around as he asked, grateful that he couldn't see the blush on her cheeks.

"You're beautiful." Atlas muttered underneath his breath as his fingers trailed the scars on her back.

He placed a kiss on the spot between her ears and shoulders. Meredith shivered. Pleasure coursed through her body.

"You shouldn't let anyone hurt you. I'm the only one who can inflict any sort of pain on you. Because your body, soul, innocent, darkness and pleasure are mine. If someone touches you. You tell me, okay?"

Meredith nodded.

"Good girl. If someone dares to touch you, I will shred them into pieces. Because you're mine. Just mine. Say it."

Meredith closed her eyes, the aching in between her legs were getting worse having him so close to her.

"I'm yours." Meredith gasped as Atlas bit her earlobes.

"Now turn around and look at me Angel. I want to look into your eyes as you sell your soul to me."

Meredith turned around and gazed into his eyes. Her heart raced at the lust brewing inside his eyes.

"Do you belong to me Angel?"

"Yes." Meredith managed, breathless.

Atlas furrowed his brows at her.

"Yes what?" Atlas asked his hands slid up outside of her calves.

Meredith frowned; confusion etched on her face.

"How are you supposed to address me in the bedroom?" Atlas inquired. His fingers beginning to trace circles on the inside of her thighs.

Meredith bit her lips to control the pleasure pulsing in her veins.

"Yes S-sir." Meredith answered. She wasn't so sure but based on the knowledge she had acquired. She knew she was supposed to address him as Sir, Master or daddy. Out of the three she preferred the Sir. It seems more natural. One word could mean two different things at the office and in the bedroom.

She saw the satisfied smile on his face and relaxed.

Atlas caressed her cheeks, "You're doing so well Angel."

Meredith tipped her face against his hand. Her heart swelling at the compliment. She couldn't explain the feeling but she knew she would do anything to please him.

"Thank you, Sir."

"What do you say if you want me to slow down?"

"Yellow."

"What do you say when you want me to stop?"

"Red."

Atlas nodded, giving her a small assuring smile.

But in a blink of an eye, the smile had disappeared replaced by something else.

"Are you ready for me to claim what is mine?" He murmured.

"To soil you, rim into you until you turn into a helpless mess begging for release?"

Atlas asked his tone casual as if he is talking about the weather.

"Y-Yes Sir." Meredith replied, swallowing. She had no idea what she was agreeing to but she didn't care. She wanted this. No matter how demeaning it might seem. She obeyed only her lust now, and the consequences be damned.

"Good." Atlas said, a smile in his voice.

"But do you know what it means to be claimed by me?" Atlas asked removing the band from her hair and letting it hang loosely over her shoulders.

Meredith shook her head. She had no idea what it meant to be claimed by someone.

"It means I own every inch of your body" Atlas brushed his thumb across her breasts, "Your breast…." His fingers trailed across her stomach, "Your stomach..." he squeezed her ass cheeks, "Your ass and most importantly this." His fingers slipped between her legs into her wet folds.

Meredith was drenching wet. Her body hummed with pleasure.

He run his tongue over the skin at her throat and bit down, leaving a mark and branding her as his.

"You're dripping wet, Angel. Are you excited to be my little fuck toy?"

Atlas rasped in her ears and a shiver passed through Meredith's body at his tone.

Meredith tensed as a wave of heat and tingling spread from her center to every nerve in her body. She felt so-good having his fingers inside her. The feeling was foreign yet so mind-blowing.

She let out a protest moan as Atlas removed his fingers out of her pussy.

"Open your mouth Angel." Meredith opened her mouth and Atlas thrusted his fingers into her mouth.

"Do you taste that Angel? That's the sign of your body recognizing me as its new master. If you dare give it to another person…"

Atlas trailed off. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed it lightly.

"I will let you watch as I slowly drain the blood from his body. After that I will tie you to my bed and fucked his touch out of your system. The only name and touch you will remember after I'm done with you is mine. Understand?"

Meredith tensed and shuddered, his hands wrapping around her throat made it difficult for her to speak so she just nodded as her eyes watered.

He let her go and she sucked in a deep breath. Meredith should have been scared at the twisted words he was saying but no. She was thrilled at his possessive words. Blood throbbed in her veins with a scarlet web of desire. The ache between her thighs grew more and more insistent.

"Now get on your knees."