Well, almost. The feel of his chiseled muscles even through the fine linen jacket was sensational. I could only imagine how buff and beautiful the rest of him would be. I hissed under my breath, disgusted for feeling anything other than hatred for the man. I wasn’t a bargaining chip in whatever business venture he was attempting to enter into with my father.
Just before opening the passenger door, he swept his thumb across my jaw, his nostrils flaring. I could only imagine what he was thinking. I shuddered as the electricity soared between us, my heart racing, leaving me lightheaded. My disgust turned into shame and I jerked my head away.
I refused to look at him as he climbed into the car, yet every ounce of skin was on fire. Damn the man. The rumble of the engine between my legs was a keen reminder of just how lonely I’d been.
“Buckle up, princess. I do enjoy a nice ride.”
The man was a freaking maniac. He roared out of the driveway, barely missing an oncoming car, the tires skidding as he raced around the corner. As he rocketed around the various curves, I realized that he was a skilled driver, a surprise given I believed him to be a thug. Then again, didn’t all macho dudes from the United States drive fast cars to make up for their small cocks? The thought gave me a smile.
“How long have you been playing?” the pig asked a few minutes later, his tone ripe with seduction.
“What does it matter? We’re not here to talk.”
Miguel sighed, concentrating on driving for a few minutes. I couldn’t help darting glances in his direction. Everything about him reeked of dark, delicious danger; something every little girl craved. I pressed my fingers across my mouth to mask the quiver in my lower lip. I was determined to get through the night without any feelings or emotions.
Then I could get back to my music, the only thing I loved.
“You will answer me when I ask you a question, princess. Period. Any additional infractions and I’ll give you a spanking right here.”
My God, the audacity of the asshole. I nibbled on my lower lip, trying to squash my nerves.
“You fucking wouldn’t dare,” I snapped. When he swerved the car onto the side of the road, shoving the gear into park, I glared at him. “You’re insane.”
“And beautiful women shouldn’t curse.” With that, he climbed out of the car, moving around to the passenger side and yanking me out by my wrist. “What? What are you… doing?”
“Giving you what you deserve. If you act like a brat, you’re going to be treated like one.”
The asshole yanked me toward the front of the car. “No. No!”
“Lean over and pull up your dress,” Miguel commanded as he began to unbuckle his belt.
I opened my mouth to retort, completely shocked at what he was asking me to do. As several cars whizzed by, all beeping their horns, I was shaking to my very core. “Na… No.”
“If you won’t do it, I will and trust me, you won’t like that very much.”
The man was actually going to give me a spanking. I was floored, sick to my stomach, but for some crazy reason, I obeyed. Horrifying embarrassment rocketed through me as I did as I was told, lifting my dress up to my waist and leaning over, planting my hands on the hood. I noticed another vehicle had stopped behind us, no doubt the goons I’d seen at the house. I realized that my very naked ass was highly visible given I’d worn a thong. The humiliation was never ending.
“Now, this is merely a lesson and one I hope you learn quickly. Twenty lashes.” His velvety smooth voice was enough to force sick and twisted images of his naked body in my mind.
I snapped my eyes shut, ignoring the whistles coming from other vehicles. I wasn’t entirely certain what to be prepared for. I’d never been spanked in my life.
“And princess? I assure you that this is going to hurt,” he stated in such an arrogant manner.
I heard the sound of his belt even over the noise of engines and brakes, whistles, and catcalls. I bit back a cry the moment the leather was slapped against my backside but there were very few sensations, merely a twinge of an uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps I was concentrating on being mortified. If anyone recognized me, I’d never live this down.
I couldn’t imagine my father wouldn’t be pissed.
Then again, he was the one who told Miguel to discipline me. I shuddered at the thought, holding my breath while another whooshing sound incurred. This time, the pain coursed through my bottom all the way down the backs of my legs within seconds. I jerked up, tossing my head as I did everything to bite back a scream. The last thing I wanted to do was to show just how much discomfort I was in.
Not to an asshole.
Not to the man who thought he owned me.
Not to the sexy and dominating Puerto Rican who sizzled every cell.
I was furious with myself for thinking that way, even imagining him as anything but a horrible jerk, a person molded after my domineering father.
When he issued four more, one coming after the other, I couldn’t hold back my wails.
Or the curse words that left my mouth easily.
“You prick. You bastard. You asshole. You motherfucker.”
“I think I need to wash out your mouth,” he said in this overtly quiet manner, as if he’d been my master for a long time.
I kicked out my legs, squirming all over the place until he placed his hand on the small of my back. I took gulping breaths, curtailing my emotions as he rubbed his fingers across my bottom, sliding back and forth. I tingled all over from both the humiliation as well as a heightened level of desire building, the wetness between my legs slickening my inner thighs. I wanted to scream and beg him to stop but for some crazy reason, the combination of pain and pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“You’re doing very well,” he half whispered, the husky sound of his voice like the sweetest vibrations slip-sliding throughout every inch of my body.
I wanted to retort, to say even nastier words but I realized I was falling into some kind of hypnotic state.
“Uh-huh,” I finally managed.
“I think that should be ‘yes, sir.’ Don’t you?”
“O-kay. I mean, yes, sir.” The words barely left my mouth.
When he smacked me again and again, I whimpered, blinking several times to keep the tears away. The second the thick strap hit my upper thighs, I held my breath, praying this would be over.