"I want to get married to you dahlia.
I want a lot of things actually, considering you owe me and all, I also want to have you", Atlas says stepping closer, "I want to have you on this table, right here, right now" he adds as he places his hand on the table where she is sitting.
He wants me? I could just leave him right there.
She could just do it. Right then and there. But something stops her. It's not because of what he said or what he did, it's because it's all happening too fast...
Fuck it
"I'm not doing anything with you, and if you think you're getting me into bed by saying that, then you're crazy."
She stands up and walks away from him.
"You can't talk to me like that!"
she yells.
"Why not?"he asks,
"Because you don't know me, and I don't care about you."Dahlia turns around and looks at him angrily."
But Atlas is just smiling
"On your knees",
That's all it took for her.
On her knees, Atlas looks down at her and smiles. "You are so beautiful" , he says as he reaches out and takes hold of her hands, placing them on his chest. Dahlia stares up at him, he seems so calm.
He's really taking his time with her.
"I love you" , he says softly.
"What?" Dahlia asks in shock.
"I love you" , he repeats, "I've loved you since the day we met, and I still do now, that's why I sent you that email about this job, I searched for you and I found you, now, I own you."
Atlas leans down and kisses her passionately, Dahlia responds, kissing him back. He pulls away and looks at her,
"Clothes." "Off." He orders.
Dahlia starts to protest, but he puts his finger on her lips, "No arguments, I won't let you wear any." Dahlia nods, that's all she can do.
She takes off her clothes and throws them aside, standing naked in front of him.
"Now, get on the table".
Dahlia gets on the table and spreads her legs wide apart, exposing herself to him.
Atlas moves forward and kneels between her legs. He rubs his hands over her thighs, making her shiver. His fingers move towards her pussy, and Dahlia moans loudly. "I'll be gentle, promise" .
Dahlia closes her eyes and tries to relax, Atlas begins to lick her clit slowly, and Dahlia feels herself getting wetter and wetter. He sucks on her clit, flicking his tongue over it, and Dahlia screams.
"Don't stop!" she begs. "Please".
Atlas continues to lick and suck her clit, but he's still not going to let her cum. He knows that if he lets her cum, it will be over, and he'll never get her back again.
He pulls his face away from her crotch, and she whimpers in disappointment. "I'm sorry," he says. "You're just too sensitive right now.
"Oh please! " she pleads. " I need to cum! Please!
"Not yet," he says. "But soon."
"Soon?" She asks, a little dejectedly. "How long is soon?
"As soon as you can take it. "Take what? What are you talking about?" Atlas grins at her, and then leans forward and kisses her deeply.
As soon as their lips meet, she feels the heat of his desire for her. His kiss is tender and loving, but also hungry, and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to her, and she moans into his mouth.
Atlas gently pushes her away from him. "Stop," he says softly. "You have to learn how to control yourself. If you don't, you won't be able to enjoy this with me."
"Enjoy what?" She asks, confused.
"This. Us. Me." He smiles down at her. "It's all about you. The pleasure you receive from being with me is only half of what I want to give you. The other half is your pleasure."
She looks up at him, bewildered. "What do you mean?"
"Well, for example, I've been wanting to fuck you for weeks."
"So why now Michael?, who's Atlas?, why send me a mail for a job when all you want is to fuck me?, is that all I am to you?"
Atlas replies. "Come back tomorrow. "10,o'clock " "Don't be late " he tells her as he leaves the room.
Dahlia storms out of the hotel, she knows she will be coming back tomorrow.