by Abbie Adams
His hands were huge and rough. Each furious swat left a jarring and burning imprint on her rounded bottom. In the mirror in front of her, Sunny could see both her own shocked, pain-filled face, with tears begging to fall and his angry, chiseled features. Her pale green eyes were rimmed in red, full of unshed tears. His arm drew back high in the air before crashing down again so fast she could hardly catch her breath or think.
"Ayeee! Please, sir… Please, I'll listen." Her fingers floundered in their attempt to grip the counter. She tried to keep her balance, tried to stop her hip bones from rubbing and pounding the edge with each of his spanks.
"You will learn to obey me," he said, his voice not rising as it didn't require extra volume to get his point across. The loud smacks echoing about the room spoke of his requirement for absolute obedience. Her attempt to wag her bottom out of his range did no good as he easily peppered her backside and then gave one more slap to each of her lower cheeks. "Obey me or this little spanking will be nothing compared to what I will do. Test me again and I promise this time will seem like nothing more than a little fiesta."
He didn't smack her again after those words, but Sunny couldn't seem to stand up. She hung onto the cold granite for a second longer trying to ground herself. Too shocked to cry while he was spanking her, she started sobbing freely then and stood. Her hands slipped back to cup her scorched cheeks. Were they still there? From the heat he'd caused, she felt that surely her butt must have melted off and slipped away.
"Give me your top." He held his hand out to her. "Ahorita!" he added, snapping his fingers when she was slow to move.
She stood in front of him, pussy bare and her bottom only covered by blazing red handprints. What good was her bikini top to her now? She brought her hands up to untie the strings at her neck and then behind her back. It was gone in an instant and her small, perky breasts stood ready for his inspection.
"Not so hard, was it? Funny how easy it is to obey when your ass is scarlet. Now go." He pointed back to the toilet.
Sunny's sobbing ceased, she didn't want to give him any satisfaction. She lifted her head and marched, tall and proud, at his command. She plopped down on the toilet seat and howled when her bottom made contact. The bruising pain deep in her cheeks was unlike anything she'd previously experienced. The spanking had been nothing like her fantasies. Her ass really and truly burned. Ignoring his self-satisfied smirk, she popped back up and re-adjusted herself so that the sorest area was in the center. If this little scene was any indication of her future, she knew she was not going to make it here for long. She had to get away from him—from Mateo with his huge hands and nefarious plans.
"Now, we will eat, and play later…"
"Wait! I'm naked!" she said, her hands going to cover her breasts and her sex. His response was to chuckle, shake his head, force her arms away from her body, and to top it all off, give her bottom yet another hard swat. It was obvious that he had absolutely no concern for her modesty or lack thereof.
"Come!" He led her away with a devious smile. They went through the main part of the house again, not taking the time to look at any of the rooms. Well, it wasn't like she was an honored guest being given a tour of his home. They continued walking to the back of the house until they stepped outside. He took her to a veranda that overlooked the sea. There was wrought iron furniture: a table, chairs, and benches. Flowers and plants spilled from decorative pots filling the area with color and a tantalizing mingle of various scents. The panoramic view was breathtaking, the cerulean blue of the ocean shimmering in the sunlight. It would have been a lovely place, if the circumstances were different. Instead of the Eden it could be, it was her own personal journey through Dante's circles of Hell.
He motioned her to sit at the table—but she couldn't sit. Her ass was pulverized. She would die. Sunny looked at him again, ready to plead, but the set of his square jaw and the crinkle of his brow as he pulled one of the chairs away from the table dared her to try him again.
"Sí, sentarse," she said as she sat as gently as she could and held the arms of the chair to brace herself when he scooted her seat in. Oh, she was so not going to make it. Maybe if she made him angry enough, he would just shoot her instead? Isn't that what happened on TV?
As soon as he was in the seat next to her, an older woman came out. Her hair was plaited around her skull like a crown, without a hint of gray littering the ebony black. Her leather-like, olive-toned skin was the only thing that hinted her age. Her dress, an intricate pattern of woven material in jewel tones, looked handmade. She was carrying a tray holding tall thin glasses, a bottle of wine, and a sweating jar of ice water.
The women spoke. Her voice low but quick. Even if Sunny knew the language, it wasn't likely she would have understood her. The woman set the glasses down and poured the wine and water into them while Sunny continued to watch her, wondering if there was any way she might be an ally. If she had to guess, she would say the woman was angry and perhaps even dressing the man down.
If so, he took it with very little affront. Mateo spoke back but his tone seemed light-hearted and the wink he gave the older woman confirmed it.
The woman snorted at him, ignored his naked guest, and muttered to herself on the way back inside the villa.
Sunny tried to balance on the back of her knees so that her bottom didn't really press on the seat. Thankfully the chair had a cushion on it. She couldn't very well hold the armrests to support her weight and cover her breasts as she desired, not that she thought he would have allowed it. She wished she weren't hungry. A plan was developing in her muddled mind as she recalled once watching a movie where a woman was kidnapped.
The older woman came back with another tray and Sunny watched as she first served her captor. The woman seemed to bicker with him in a familial way. Sunny again wished she could understand. It was as if the wrinkled old woman was lecturing him.
She looked down at the bowl of soup the woman placed in front of her. It smelled delicious and that sucked. She had hoped that the food would turn her stomach. She didn't want to want to eat, but the aroma made her mouth water. It was a clear chicken-like broth with veggies and perhaps a bit of something spicy. Bits of fresh green floated on the top, its scent letting her know it was cilantro. Oh god how she loved cilantro. She was doomed. She had to try though. She had to do something. Sunny scooted the bowl away from her as soon as the older women went back into the villa, trying to rid herself of the temptation.
"Eat." The command came from the big man quickly enough.
"I'm not hungry." She was a chicken and couldn't meet his eyes. How would she ever pull anything off? She would be stuck there, at his will until he released her… if he released her.
"You test me again?"
"I will die before I eat any of your food. You will have to release me." She finally raised her eyes to meet his, but quickly sucked in her breath at the cocky grin on his face.
"And how would you leave Mexico? You don't know where you are and even if you did, where would you go? You have no passport."
"I do, I mean, not on me but…"
"No, Sunny Winters, you don't. Perhaps you'll learn to be more careful of your belongings? You never know who will pick them up."
Suddenly it all became clear. He'd not truly been a gentlemen who helped her retrieve her spilled items. No, he'd stolen her passport and had somehow seen something in her purse to tell him where she would be staying. God, she remembered Tom, Tiff's husband, instructing them on making damned sure they kept their passports on them at all times until they could be locked in the hotel safe. He was so going to be pissed… No, he'd never know what happened to her because she'd been so distracted by some handsome stranger that she'd paid absolutely no attention to what he had been really doing. Her self-recrimination was interrupted when he tapped his spoon on the edge of her bowl again.
"No! You stole my passport! Give it to me!"
His spoon clamored back into his bowl and he slid his chair out. She could n
"You will eat or what you felt before will feel like nothing when I whip your ass."
She stared at the black strip of leather lying between them like a poisonous snake just waiting to strike. She scooted back as far in her seat as she could in a fruitless attempt to get away from it. Oh, God. What should she do? Could she be beaten endlessly until he really believed she wouldn't eat and released her? Or would she give in and eat anyway and it would be for naught? It was hopeless, she was stuck here at his mercy. Unless—yes, she'd play along until she retrieved her passport and found another way to escape later.
"Eat. Now." He reached for the belt again.
"Okay," she whispered, pulling her bowl toward her and lifting the spoon in defeat.
She wasn't eating because he'd threatened her. She was eating to keep up her strength for the fight coming. It was silly wasting energy over a bowl of soup that would only serve to fuel her for a serious fight later. Tucking into the soup, she was pleased to discover it was as delicious as its aroma had promised. When a few drops missed her mouth to land on the upper mound of her breast, she gasped and then froze when his large finger wiped the broth away. A small piece of cilantro remained on his fingertip. He grinned and lifted his finger to her mouth.
"You will eat all of it." When she opened her mouth, he pulled his finger back slightly. "Bite me and my belt will bite into your ass a hundred times, comprende?" Even if she hadn't already added that word to her vocabulary, she didn't need to understand the language to understand his threat… no, his promise. Nodding, she felt her body tremble as he slowly pushed his finger between her lips. Trying not to think of how much of a sensual act this could be, she swept her tongue across his skin to capture the small bit of green. He kept his finger in her mouth until she swallowed. He gave a gentle tug and then a chuckle when it took her a moment longer to open her lips and release him. He nodded his approval, his smile causing her stomach to flip as she dropped her gaze back to her bowl. Fuck! He might have won this inconsequential battle but, by God, she planned on being the victor when the war was over just a bit later. But later wasn't that much later. Much sooner than she'd have liked, as it was. Her captor led her from dinner back through the grand house and straight to his shower.
Chapter Five
Water fell from the ceiling like rain and a wide swath of water sprayed from each marble wall. It was unlike any enclosure she'd ever seen before. And it was unlike any shower she had ever experienced. He was determined to wash her from head to toe. If she wasn't so frightened, it might have been arousing. No! None of this could possibly arouse her!
He spent an immense amount of time washing each breast, molding his fingers around each one before giving them a little jiggle and hefting them in his palms as if weighing them like melons at the market. Her nipples had instantly betrayed her as they tightened and poked his palms when he ran his hands across the turgid peaks. She'd gasped and then felt her entire body flush when he produced a little brush and proceeded to pinch, tweak, and roll each one as he scrubbed the sensitive buds until they were swollen and resembled dark, ripe raspberries.
He had continued to flick and pinch her nipples until she had cried out, begging him to stop. But even then, her traitorous body had not really wanted him to stop completely. He'd captured her eyes with his smoldering ones, their blue deepening into a rich, cobalt. His command of unspoken linguistics was proven yet again as he effectively read her true desires, somehow understanding that though her mind was screaming for him to stop, her body was begging for him to continue his rough treatment. And he had. He'd played with her breasts and nipples until she felt her body tingling all over, the tell-tale sign of arousal settling not only in her tender nipples but between the slick lips of her sex.
Soapy bubbles slid off the mounds of her breasts to slide down the flat plane of her stomach. She'd blushed even darker when his hand followed the soapy trail, a single fingertip dipping into the indentation of her belly button for a moment before it was joined by its neighbors to slide further south to settle in her nest of wet curls.
"Abierto… open for me," he said, giving the command softly. Shaking her head and fighting against the desire to obey only caused her to give a sharp squeal as those same fingers gave her curls a sharp tug. "Open." Sunny closed her eyes, Dante's epic poem again running through her head. It seemed they'd descended into the second level; the one of lust. Her mind screamed no, but she slowly slid her feet apart on the wet tiles and bit her bottom lip as the fingers moved lower.
"Good girl," he said, "Now, your eyes—abierto."
God, she didn't want to. She didn't want him to know that his fingers were causing her to forget her fear. She knew the moment her eyes met his, he'd know she was dripping with far more than the water sluicing across their wet bodies.
"Obey me, little girl," he said, his finger sliding between her outer lips to spread them open like the petals of a budding flower. "Or could it be that you need my belt across your beautiful little ass before you obey?"
Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and lifted her face. His eyes captured hers, the lust she was ashamed to be feeling freely expressed in his eyes. He played while pretending to wash, sliding his fingers all across her sex, spreading her lips, delving just the tiniest bit inside, his eyes never leaving hers as his smile grew.
"Ah, muy majado," he whispered, finally pulling his fingers from her sex and lifting them between their bodies. "Very, very wet."
God, she felt her face burning and her sex spasm as he slid the wet fingers into his mouth, suckling as if he was enjoying the sweetest nectar on earth. She didn't need her language book to understand his next word—'yum' conveyed the same meaning in any language.
He smacked his lips and then turned her around as if wishing to save her the embarrassment of having to look into his eyes. Her back arched as soapy hands slid across her shoulders and fingers began to massage along her spine. Lost in the sensations, it took her a moment to realize that his hands were now massaging her still tender cheeks. Forcing herself to remain absolutely still, determined not to react again to his fingers sliding across her skin, she lost another battle in the war when she felt one of her cheeks being pulled away from its soapy twin.
"No! Please!" she cried, arching away from him as far as she could with the shower wall at her front.
"Sí," he said, ignoring her plea as a thick finger ran up and down the crevice of her bottom. A fingertip circled the rim of her bottom-hole and she shot up onto her tip-toes with another cry.
She clenched her cheeks together, trying to force his finger to retreat, but all that happened was that his free hand released her buttock in order to land a hard, wet palm across her already tender backside. Another crack had her dancing from foot to foot, not knowing the proper steps to take to avoid the slapping hand or the prodding finger. Her Latin partner proved to be a far better dancer as he easily matched her every dip and sway, slapping her poor bottom until she finally cried out, begging him to stop. Though he was the man, this time she was given the lead because the dance did not end until she lowered her feet flat onto the floor, stopped gyrating and stood still again.
"Bueno," he said, rubbing her now reddened ass cheeks before once more tugging one away to expose her most intimate opening. How much should she fight? If he was just washing her, should she save her energy? Granted, it was a very intense bath, but perhaps she was only worrying about nothing? That thought allowed her to almost completely relax. That was until his free hand released her cheek once more only to draw a finger through her dripping sex again. His chuckle had her fearing that she'd relaxed far too early.
Was the bathing done and the… the fucking about to commence? She whimpered and instantly tensed when a fingertip pushed against her tightly puckered hole.
"No!" she screamed, whirling around and pushing against him, lifting her knee and ramming it into his crotch. He groaned and when he staggered back a step, his hands cupping his groin, she pushed him with all her might. He fell and there was a cracking sound as his head slammed against the tile wall. She watched in horror as he slid down the wall until he was lying on the floor, the water swirling around him. Was he dead? Had she just killed a man? God, oh God, what should she do? Bending to shake him, she was relieved to see his chest moving but when he groaned, her sanity returned. She had to get out of there!
Stumbling out of the shower, she ran back into the bedroom. Pulling on her bikini, she grabbed her tote bag and was almost out of the door when she remembered her passport. Whimpering, she turned back and began to paw through the clothing he'd shed in the bathroom. One eye remained on the inert body in the shower while she dug through his pockets. She began to sob as she tossed the shirt aside finding nothing in the pockets. Another groan had her biting back a scream and then her hand closed around something in his pants pocket. Pulling it free, she stood, thanking God she'd found it. Not giving Mateo another glance, she raced from the room and down the hall. How would she ever find her way outside! The villa was huge! Skidding on the marble flooring, she finally saw a hallway that looked familiar. Racing as if the very Devil was after her, waiting to drag her to that final level, she was almost to the door when someone grabbed her arm and her piercing scream rent the air.
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"Señorita. Señorita, perdoné?"
Sunny started, her pulse jumping as a voice broke through to her. Her hand slapped against her racing heart and her eyes opened.
"You are signed up to ride, sí?"
"Ride?"
"Sí, señorita, horses, es verdad?"
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