I awoke with a jolt inside the covers of my bed. My eyes scanned the dark room of my apartment searching for that blue eyed maniac. Luckily, there were no signs of him. I turned on my side switching on my lamp to be sure. I found my phone lying harmlessly on the side table. My eyes did a re-check of the dwelling. There was a figure slumped on my sofa.

I looked down to my outfit. I was still clothed in my dress. Thank God. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood slowly.  A pounding rocketed to my cranium. My body swayed to the side and I leaned on my soft mattress. When the throbbing lightened, I grabbed my phone walking toward the figure. I unhurriedly moved across the couch. If it was that psycho I was going to kill him. Who drugs someone on a date? I stopped only when I was facing them. Their back was to me and their medium length wavy dark brown hair was in a disheveled mess.

"Dane!" I exclaimed a little too loud. He sat up abruptly. His weary eyes shooting across the room finally landing on me.

"Amber!" He exclaimed soaring to his feet. Before I knew it I was in a bear hug. "That maniac brought you here...he said you were drunk...that you told him the directions to your apartment...he placed you in my care...I brought you here..." He ended with loud agitated breaths. He was dressed in flannel pajama pants and a black shirt.

That piece of shit knows where I live. It was definitely time to get my shit together. He was a well off insane stalker who drugged me!

"Are you...okay?" Dane demanded with wide hazel eyes. "You never get drunk." He concluded in a lower tone.

"I'm fine..." I was drugged by a hot psychopath. "I got a little too excited last night..." He stalked me. "It was nice of him to bring me to you." The stalker knows where I live. "And I am so so sorry for not calling you. My freaking phone died and I couldn't find a charger." I exclaimed exasperated. He took it from me and threatened me.

I gazed upward into his eyes with sincerity. Why am I lying to my best friend? Because you want to see where this will go and you always had a thing for the insane. The Joker, The Riddler, Kai Parker, Lucian Castle...

"You know I have a horror movie phone. It always dies..."

"...When you need it." He finished with a smile.

"What time is it?" I questioned turning on my phone to find nine new text messages. The time was 5:45 A.M. "How long have you been here?" I asked meeting his eyes.

"Since, he brought you home at 9:30 P.M. sharp." He explained.  Was there something off about him? I wanted to ask. What if he took advantage of me? How would I know? My heart began to pound in my rib cage and a intense throbbing began in my head. This was a frightening situation. Nonetheless, he did bring me back at 9:30. I specifically remember that the dark timber clock in the restaurant read 9 and it did take about thirty minutes to get from that area to my apartment. However, it doesn't mean he didn't do anything while he was driving... Okay, I seriously needed to stop with the grim thoughts.

Even though I was having an extreme internal conflict. I didn't want to get Dane into it. I'm an adult. I can handle my own problems. I can't always run to him when the going gets tough.  I swear it's the 2 year no sex thing. It's driving me insane. Just because someone who looked like a Calvin Klein model walked into your life, didn't mean you had to deal with this shit. I looked down at my phone again wanting to look through the texts. What could he possibly say? I'm sorry I drugged you.

"I'm going to go back to sleep..." I told Dane. It was Sunday and the throbbing in my head was intensifying. He gave me a hesitant gaze. It was clear that he wanted to say something. But, thought against it.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay over at my place?" He questioned lightly. His hazel eyes sent out pleading messages. He was treating me similar to how I treated my patients: with intense care.

"I'm okay." I lied nudging him in the direction of the door. 

"If you need anything tell me..." He really didn't want to leave and I didn't want him to either. I just needed to read the texts alone and if it was something horrendous, I would go over to his place, then, talk everything through. My phone vibrated indicating another message.

"Come on, Great Dane. I'm fine." He gave me a last glance then left out shutting the door behind him.

Finally, I could change out of my dress. I put my phone on my bed. Shut the curtains of the window to the right of my divan that led out to metal made stairs below.

You know what he drugged me. So, I was going to make him wait. I took a quick shower, changed into sweats and a sweater then grabbed an apple from the kitchen and collapsed on my bed.
I turned on my phone opening my messages from Blue Eyed Maniac. That was the contact name. So, not only did he drug me, he also put his number on my phone. This is what I get for not having a password.

Hello Butterfly, as you see I have distributed my number to your phone.

The name is memorable right? I got it from your constant thinking aloud. 

I had a splendid evening with you...

The pizza was excellent, right?

You are probably still unconcious at this moment...

Apparently, this is the right thing to do. I truly apologize for drugging you.

I just needed for the night to end...

I will make it up to you. I promise.

Amber, you conscious by now.

Amber!

The next text came in right at this moment.

Amber, I know you're awake. The sedative does not last over nine hours.

A split second later another message came in.

That is it! I'm coming over.

A undesirable sense of excitement shot through my veins. Okay now I have to stop. I sat up walking to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. The dark eyes, the dark hair, the caramel skin; they were all there. I was me. The mind, well, that's another story.  I continually wanted a Psychopath's attention. A psychopath who drugged me. Who was also hot... and who wanted to know me.

"You know what I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when ...he gets here." I decided. With that I ambled out of my room and went to bed. I needed rest.

I awoke to the sound of knocking. Incessant knocking at that. Grogily, I stood.

You know what I'm actually over dating a psychopath. I looked to my clock. It read 3 P.M.

"Ugh..." I cried. I looked through the peephole. There he was. 6 feet tall. Ice blue eyes. Dark hair. Armed with red roses and a box of...
My eyes enlarged at the site of chocolate. I unlocked the door throwing it open trying to grab the white box from him.

Unluckily, he was too fast. He grabbed my arm pulling me toward him. I was engulfed in his delicious scent.

"I missed you." He groaned.

"Great!" I muttered sarcastically. "Since, we've only seen each other once!" I tried to grab the box but he held it over his head.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed.

"Invite me in." He ordered with a look of sincerity.

"Okay, vampire come in and give me MY chocolate."  He flashed me a wide smile revealing his sharp white canines. 

He entered my apartment giving it a one over. I grabbed the box from him and slammed the door behind him shut.

"Say anything rude about my home and I'll kill you." I growled walking to the couch and collapsing on it. I opened the box revealing the little bits of heaven. I popped one in my mouth.  The sweet taste melted on my tongue. Ecstasy rushed through my form and I almost shivered.

"So, this is your abode?" He examined the dark ceiling above us.

"Nope, its my boyfriend's." I replied sarcastically as I took another bite.

"As fierce as ever, I see." He smiled as he sat down beside me with his long legs wide open. Not that I was looking. He placed the red roses on the clear glass table in front of us. I didn't want to admit it but I loved red roses even though they were cliche.

He was clothed in grey jeans, a grey shirt that clung to his chest nicely, sharp white sneakers and a black jacket. He looked amazing even in casual clothes.  Maybe even cute? Shut up!

"Nice shoes." I muttered.

"Thank you, love. They cost more than your monthly rent." He added. I shook my head.

"If you're here to annoy me, leave." I growled standing up.

"I sense resentment."

"You sense correctly! You drugged me! How am I supposed to react?!" My eyes began to burn around the edges. He stood with his blue eyes widening.

"Hey. Hey..." He said softly taking a step toward me. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not." I said looking to the grey shag rug underneath my bare feet.

"Amber...? What's wrong? Did...I do something?" He seemed legitimately worried. That was cute. Not. It was time to ask the horrid question. It wasn't like he would answer truthfully. But, I had to look him in the eye.

"D-Did...you...rape me, last night?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"No." He answered firmly. "Why would you think that?" He demanded. When I didn't answer he repeated his question in a more severe manner. "What makes you think of such a thing?" He asked touching my arms gently. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I had only accused him because I was drugged. Why else would he do it then?

"Butterfly, look at me." He begged softly. His hand stroked the side of my face. I brought my eyes to meet his melting blues. For some reason I believed I could trust him.

"You...drugged me...why else would you do that?"

"Amber..." He started looking me in the eyes. "I might be crazy but...I would never take advantage of you. I just did not know how to end the date..." He admitted with a sly smile.

"A simple goodbye would do."

"I understand that now." He beamed.

"Why did it take you all day to get here?" I asked taking a seat. I actually wanted to know.  Play it cool. I told myself as he sat beside me.

"I had some work that I had to finish." He explained. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, butterfly. Didn't know you were eager to see me." He grinned widely and leaned into me. I leaned back grabbing a chocolate piece and popping it in his approaching mouth. He chewed slowly and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don't think that I've forgotten your dare for me." He grinned mischievously. His hand slid up my clothed knee and the other around my waist. A rush of heat sliced over my entire form.

"Let's p-play truth or dare?" I suggested. I wasn't ready for what he wanted, yet. Plus, it was the only thing I could come up with in short notice.

"A juvenile game for horny adolescents?" He arched an eyebrow while sitting back with confusion lacing his tone.

"We could play the Dirty Version...Plus, you love dares." I suggested timidly. A devious smile grew across his face.

"Okay. I'm in." He decided sitting back. "I will go first. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." He scowled lightly.

"You're no fun. Nevertheless, how many people have you been with?"

"Don't judge, one." I answered sitting criss crossed on the couch. "Your turn, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Oh shit. Give him a good one.

"I dare you...to talk dirty to me."

Could've been better.

"That isn't a dare." He leered seductively as he moved closer to me.

"I want to pull your hair and bite one of your nipples as I finger you." The words rolled sexually off his tongue. "Moving in and out softly." With each word his accent thickened. "I want to feel your throbbing cunt clench around my fingers." His hands slid up my thigh. "Feel all of your warm juices leak out of your trembling form." He gripped my thigh tightly. My pulse went into over drive. "I want to whisper all the nasty things I'm going to do to you." He was so close that I could feel his cool breath against my lips. "How I'm going to bring you to your orgasm continually, making you release and release until you can't breathe. How I'm going to make you shake and scream my name until you lose your voice."

Well.

"Truth or dare?" He asked only only a breath away. I was turned on and when I was turned on I became frisky. I needed to remain in control.

"Truth."

"Come on, butterfly. Why not take a challenge?" He pleaded.  I shook my head.

"So be it. When's the last time you touched yourself?"

"A month ago." He gave me a dirty smirk as if he had just gotten an idea.

"Truth or dare?" He asked again. 
"It's my turn." I protested.

"Yes, but you've chosen truth more than once and doing so leads to the choice of a dare." He explained.

"Says who?" I demanded with wide eyes. This was insane.

"Me. Now, truth or dare?" He asked sharply.

"Dare." It wasn't like I had a choice. His blue eyes brightened.

"Good girl. I dare you to masturbate in front of me."

Sugar. Honey. Ice. Tea.

"You want this night to move along quickly." I said standing up and turning in the direction of my bed.

"What are you doing?" He demanded. His icy scent drew nearer and I could tell he was right behind me.

"You said to masturbate in front of you, not facing you." I explained.

"Always a method of escape." He muttered. I looked over my shoulder to him with a smile.

"Always." I pushed down into my sweats and into my panties. I wasn't much for masturbating. It was the truth. But, with all the tension I've been feeling lately. I actually needed it.

Okay...pretend that the blue eyed maniac isn't standing behind you.

I began to slowly stroke my clitoris.

Gosh, How did my life become this?

"Faster." He urged. "Darling, you're not going to get yourself off going at that pace." My face was scorching at the end of his words.

This was mortifying. I am going to need therapy after this.

I began to thumb my clitoris faster. A chill ran down my spine as my body was finally starting to get the point. The familiar wetness began to slightly grow. Telling me that it was time to enter. I slowly pushed in a finger while still thumbing my clitoris. I began stroking my walls and let out an involuntary moan. I began to move faster, closing my eyes as I pleasured myself.

Hands gripped my waist and began to lower my sweats at a tortuously slow pace. His sharp scent engulfed my essence.

"What...are...you doing?" I moaned aloud as the throbbing began. He pushed up my shirt placing his lips to the lower of my back.

"The dare... never said that I could not assist you..." His hot breath caressed heatedly against my skin making the throb intensify. I felt him raise to his full height. His hands still on my waist. He leaned into me trailing his lips up the side of my nape. His right hand trailed down my front and over my hand. He began guiding my hand in slower motions.

"Come on darling let me help you." He whispered nipping at my ear. Slowly, his thumb met my small throbbing knoll of flesh sending a shock of ecstasy through my form. I moaned aloud. Suddenly, really wanting him to begin.

"Beg." He whispered against my neck. His accent no longer concealed. Dominant much?

"Atlas...please." I groaned gently. 

"More." He demanded wrapping his other hand around my neck tightly. The light pain sent a jolt of sick desire through me.

"Atlas, I beg you." I gasped softly. 

His finger pushed into my heat while rubbing my bud. One of his fingers were now inside of me. He moved softly against my walls stroking and stroking. Moving up and down then in and out. He began moving in pressured circles.

His tongue trailed up my neck making me groan as he moved faster. The throbbing intensified. My entire form began trembling against his as the euphoria began to take over my body. I leaned my head back into his shoulder, retracting my hands and letting him finish it. He inserted more digits. He was in complete control and I was caught up in such twisted desire that I couldn't stop it. He was unclasping the tight restraints that had formed within me. It was terrifying yet electrifying.

I could feel the intense throbbing take over my entire body as I neared my climax. My form clenched around his fingers. He growled out against my neck. All of sudden, Atlas bit down on my shoulder sending a tremor through my entire form.

My entire body was gripped in a intense orgasm that left me seeing stars. I came intensely into his hand. I could feel as the hot wetness cascaded down his hand and my trembling legs. He pulled his fingers out of me.

I couldn't feel my legs except for the sticky wetness of cum.

"Let me stay the night and I'll help with that." He whispered against my ear.

I was in no position to disagree so I didn't.

*****
I know what you guys are saying Bella Debay can't write anything without smut. So, if you don't want smut, be happy because there won't be any for a while after this. :'( -BDX