“I don’t need to learn another lesson from the likes of you.”
Miguel shook his head before grabbing my hand, yanking me into the bathroom. “I’ve already told you for every misdeed there must be consequences. You simply don’t believe the rules apply to you.”
I struggled, almost able to get out of his grasp. “Get off of me.”
“That’s not going to happen, princess. You need to learn your lesson. While you may have the run of your father’s house, you do not rule me and never will. Tonight, I am your master.”
He pushed me over the edge of the counter, immediately yanking my dress to my waist. He fingered the slender string nestled between my ass cheeks, a different and far more primal growl rushing past his lips.
“No. No!” My whimper was barely audible and for some insane reason, I was excited. That just couldn’t be. “You are not going to spank me again. That’s crazy.”
His look stern, he kept one hand pressed on the small of my back as he unfastened his belt. “I’m giving you another spanking, just like you deserve. Since we’re in a club, we’ll leave your panties on. Next time you will not only be bare-assed, you’ll be naked.”
What? The bastard thought there’d be another time? I would kill him first.
I was shocked, mortified, and unable to speak or even put two coherent words together. I couldn’t believe he thought this was acceptable here and now. This was crazy, sickening. “You just can’t.” I watched in horror as he maneuvered the buckle, finally able to pull the thick leather strap from his belt loops. Seeing the action in the light made my legs quiver. By then, two other women had come into the bathroom, their faces registering surprise as well as something else.
Lust.
My God, they were turned on by seeing this brute getting ready to spank me. Like some bad little girl. I didn’t deserve it! I didn’t. I kicked out, catching him in the shins and when he fisted my hair, yanking my head as he leaned over, I could only whimper.
“You have no choice. None. I suggest you remain in position or your spanking will be much worse. This time isn’t about you acting like a bratty and mouthy girl. You could have gotten yourself kidnapped or killed. You have no idea what kind of person your father is, including his clientele. His enemies would enjoy snatching you from the street, shackling you in some abandoned location, doing vile, cruel things to your body while they wait for payment. If your father was not inclined to pay, you would never see the light of day again. That is the kind of people your father does business with.”
“Then what does that make you?”
Miguel laughed as he pulled the final few inches, freeing the strap. The sharp crack as the end hit the floor made me jump, but even worse, I was excited, my nipples swollen and aroused. Even the scent of my pussy juice trickling into my panties was far too shameful to think about. “That makes me your savior, little girl. Something for you to keep in mind.”
My savior. I closed my eyes as he kicked my feet apart and the way his brushed his hand across my naked bottom created another tremor skating throughout my body. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Thirty strikes should help you remain in line,” he stated casually. “If not, we’ll do it again.”
Thirty? I wouldn’t be able to take it, not after the twenty from before. Moaning, I heard the door opening again, the noise of the club filtering all around us, the shocked voices of the customers humiliating as hell. I couldn’t believe he was doing this in a public place.
When the first smack was placed across my bottom, I squealed more from the shock than any amount of pain. When he issued a second and third, every inch of skin was humming from electricity, creating wild pulses in my blood stream. I felt the heat just as before, my bottom already on fire.
I would never forget the sound, the snapping noise of his wrist or the whooshing sound as the leather moved through the air. When he delivered the fourth and fifth, anguish reared its ugly head, sliding up from my toes and exploding all across my bottom. “Oh. God!” My scream was cut short by a round of laughter as another group of girls moved into the bathroom.
“Delicious,” one of the girls said.
“Wish I had a daddy dom,” another purred.
I couldn’t bear to look at them or myself, terrified the girl looking back at me would have excitement on her face. I leaned forward, the round of agony passing, his light caress on my heated skin soothing.
Comforting.
Tantalizing.
No. No! I couldn’t stand for this. I kicked out again, hitting nothing. I was surprised that his tone was gentle as he whispered into my ear.
“This is exactly what you need and somewhere inside you already know that. You are doing very well, but if you attempt to move out of position again, we will start over.”
I bit back another cry as he began again, one hard smack coming after the other. I tried to concentrate on the sounds as the agony blossomed, stimulating every muscle and cell. I was no longer in my body, merely floating in midair, a girl watching another being disciplined for such naughty behavior.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I could tell I’d pressed my face against the cool glass, trying to garner some relief but as he smacked the strap across my upper thighs, I couldn’t hold back another whimper. Tears formed in my eyes, but I refused to give in. He wasn’t going to see any concept of weakness. I was a strong woman and had always been.
Fuck him.
I hated him.
I wanted him.
I craved him.
He refused to stop, smacking me again and again. I was breathless, so alive yet so disgusted with myself. How could I want this? How could I enjoy any part of such a horrible experience? Every cell was enraptured, every nerve ending on fire. Nothing could have prepared me for this; the pain and the concept of peace, the way my skin tingled.
Or the desire bursting from deep within.
Panting, I had no realization that he’d stopped or that he’d pulled me into his arms, his hand pressed against my forehead. Then I felt his cock throbbing once again, pushing against my bruised ass. So much hunger.
So much possession.
Nothing seemed real any longer, just this moment in time.
He continued to grind his hips, shifting back and forth. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice little more than a husky whisper.
I clenched my eyes tightly, furious at the entire situation. “No.”
“When I give you a command, you will follow my orders. Do. You. Understand?”