supernova

12

I quickly rushed out the party.

At least, I tried too.

"Monk!" I heard Michael slur out, short for Monkey I guess. If my name wasn't Arabella Turner I'd never speak to him again. "Where were you? Wait your makeup is gone... you got fucked!" he said excited. He then made a face. "In my house? EW!" he paused for a second, "Let's go dance," he said I agreed, but I had to find a way to leave somehow, soon.

The second we got onto the dance floor he was surrounded by people, so I decided to make a run for it, but I was pulled back by my arm.

"Your torn underwear is in the room. I got rid of it, we're leaving," Atlas said and I nodded. I was okay to drive, I didn't have anything to drink. We left and got to my car.

"What's this?" he asked me with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what it was. He didn't need to ask questions. "Why is it in your car?"

"Because, I bought a new one," I said and he told me to drive.

"Pull over," he said while we were on an empty road, and I did.

"Get in the back, I wanna do something," he said.

"I don't fuck someone more than once, sorry," I said and he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged, not to harsh, but enough to tilt my head to meet his eyes.

"I told you earlier, you're mine for tonight. I wanna try out this vibrator, get in the back," he said and I nodded, kind of excited, but kind of scared because he seemed to know what he was doing with one. It was still the same night, so technically it didn't count as number two. Delusional is what I was.

I got in the back and he was quick to follow.

"Spread your legs," and I did. He turned on the vibrator and held it against my clit.

"Fuck," I said and he put my hands above my head and was over me, so our faces were almost parallel.

"Eye contact, Arabella," he said applying more pressure to my clit and I nodded. He applied more pressure and I bent my head back rolling my eyes.

He stopped.

"What did I tell you about eye contact?"

"Don't break it."

"And what did you do?"

"Break it."

"I'm gonna have to punish you."

"Atlas, plea-," I cut myself off by letting out a loud moan, as he thrusted the vibrator inside and out me, and I didn't break eye contact. The kind I bought wasn't even meant to go inside, but I couldn't find the words to say it.

"Good girl," he softly whispered, making me unsure if I was meant to hear it, shoving the vibrator in and out of me, and my legs started shaking. I could feel my walls clenching at the vibrating inside of me, I raised my hips hoping to get more at just the right angle. I could feel my carotid artery thumping in my throat, and internal artery pulsating.

He took it out.

"Atlas what the fu-," he shut me up by kissing me.

"It's what you get for being a bad girl," he said and then grabbed my face forcing me to make eye contact with him while he licked the vibrator.

"Atlas," I breathed out.

"Yes?" he asked unfazed. "Take me home," he said getting up and going back to the passenger seat, and I drove him home. Two things were on my mind.

A) What the fuck!

B) Shit. I'm selling this car.

I cleaned the seats the next day.