Page 108 of Unhinged Obsession

"Kitten, do nothing stupid. Maybe I was being unreasonable with my plan. Release me, and we can discuss it. I am not mad, just a little stunned, that's all."

He was still groaning, holding his groin.

" I allowed you to vent on me, and boy, you sure did."

I laughed at him, then sneered.

"Oh, now you want to give me a choice? How does being on the other end of the stick feel, Atlas? Tell me how it feels to be helpless while another person controls you?"

I had to be very careful because his legs were still free. All he had to do was move quickly and sweep them under my feet; then I would be on my ass.

I wasn't stupid enough to get too close to him. There was no time to waste. I looked at him sternly.

"I asked you a fucking question,Pet.Answer me, or I will punish you, and you will take it like a good boy."

He looked at me with a slight smile, lowering his lids.

"Ah, Kitten, you are upset and have every right to be. As for your question? If you wanted to play akinky game with me, all you had to do was say so. I would have happily obliged." He smirked again.

His attempt at humor didn't amuse me.

I didn't think it was funny at all. I needed to subdue him one more time, so I ran over to him and kicked him in the nuts again while he was still weak. The blow was much harder than the first time.

He still had one free hand; I had to make sure he couldn't grab me with it.

"Ahhhh, Jesus fucking Christ!!!

He hissed through clenched teeth.

His face turned crimson, and he doubled over, trying to regain his breath. I ran behind him and kicked him forward so he was lying on his stomach. Once he lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, I cuffed his ankles.

He had one free arm, but he was clutching his nuts with it, so I had to move fast. When I was sure he couldn't escape, I stepped back to look at my handiwork. I had to feel my face to ensure this was real.

What a beautiful sight before me. Big, tough, ruthless Atlas, lying on his stomach with both legs cuffed together, and one wrist tethered to the table leg while he still cradled his balls with his free hand.

I had to secure his other arm before I took my revenge, and then I would leave this place and never look back. I returned to the closet and grabbed a tie and another set of cuffs. When I returned to the kitchen, he was lying on his side. Aside from being an assassin, I forget his thorough training with the Seals and Delta forces.

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer.

He still had one free hand, and, lord, I didn't trust him not to reach out and grab me. I stood over him, barking orders, with the knife pointed at him.

"Give me your free hand, Atlas, and don't try anything funny, or I will fucking kill you, I swear."

His face was no longer an angry red. He was very calm, given the situation. How does he even know I won't kill him?

He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world right now. He extended his free hand out to me.

"No, place it next to your other one," I ordered.

He did as he was told, with no resistance. I secured his other wrist with one hand, while pointing the knife at him with my other.Now, he was totally at my mercy. I looked at him with a deviant smile spread across my face. It was my turn to be the tormentor for a little while.

I knew I couldn’t push my luck too far. One of his brothers could come for a visit, but that was unlikely. Atlas was a very scheduled man.

I threw the knife on the counter, then turned my attention back to my bound-up prisoner.

"Can you get on your back, cuffed as you are,pet?”

I couldn't help the sarcasm.