Carmen
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?”
Sebastian 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?”
“Such a bully. An American asshole.” I was ready to issue a scathing series of words in Spanish.
“You’re right. I’m many things.” He laughed his answer as if making fun of me.
“He’s hot, sugar,” one of the girls in the bathroom purred. “Carne de primera. Ooh la la.”
Prime meat. He was more like a primal beast. I shot her a nasty look, realizing she had her hand inside the bodice of her dress, sliding her fingers across her nipple. I was sickened, unable to stop hissing at her.
The girl just rolled her eyes, whispering to her girlfriend before licking her lips in an exaggerated manner. If the bitch wanted him, she could have him.
The words seemed to fuel him, his eyes lighting up with a wild fire of need. He shifted back, shoving me over the counter once again.
I slapped my hand on the glass, glaring at my reflection and taking several deep breaths. What the hell was he doing? I was pitched into a moment of being paralyzed as I realized he was unfastening his trousers, slowly lowering his zipper. Oh, dear God. The man was going to fuck me. Right here. In this godforsaken place.