by Piper Stone
“They are and as you can imagine, I have my reasons.”
“Again, I’m sorry.”
“Remove your dress.”
I snapped my head in his direction. “What?”
“You heard exactly what I said, Caroline. For every action there is a reaction. You are going to learn that whenever you disobey my rules.” He was much more reflective, calmer than before. He’d made the decision and I’d been told to follow his orders.
I hesitated, debating his plans as I darted a look out the window. The aspect of humiliation certainly wasn’t something I could stomach. “And what if I say no?”
He flashed a glare in my direction, his hard, cold eyes floating across every inch of my dress. I had my answer. I held my breath as I lowered one slender strand from my shoulder then the other, reaching behind me to struggle with the zipper. He didn’t offer any help or comfort in any manner, simply remaining still like the emotionless pig he was.
I was so angry that tears managed to slip past my lashes. The asshole was not going to see me crying, not for this or because of him. Fuck him. Fuck this.
Fuck the world.
I shimmied the dress down, my hands shaking as I yanked it past my hips. This was ridiculous, so embarrassing, even though a chastising little voice inside my head grounded me. I’d been a fool to leave the table, trying to find out what he was up to with his buddy. I was so hell bent on breaking the rules that I hadn’t considered being kidnapped by someone far worse than Dominick.
He simply moved toward the center of the plush bench seat and pulled me over his lap. The feel of his warm hand caressing the roundness of my naked bottom was far more intimate than any round of heated sex would ever be.
I held my breath as he brushed his fingers in aimless circles, as if trying to ease the tension. When he tapped a single finger in an almost perfect rhythm, I held my breath with guarded anticipation. The sound of the first smack was the only reason I yelped. There was no pain, limited stinging, but the noise itself was odd in the dense space.
Dominick repeated the move, this time moving from one ass cheek to the other, his strikes firm enough my buttocks jiggled. A raw slice of shame skittered into every cell, creating a lump in my throat. I was mortified that I was being spanked in public, no matter how private the SUV was supposed to be. I could envision others standing by every window, peering in and cheering on the fact a bad little girl was being punished.
The spanking continued, his hand peppering my skin with one smack after the other, increasing with intensity. The pain intensified, enough so I threw back my hand. He wrenched it easily, yanking it behind me.
He was so damn silent, saying nothing to me. I anticipated a litany of angry words, spouted off rules as a reminder, but nothing.
Silence.
Concentration.
And one very stiff cock pressing into my belly. He was so hard, his shaft throbbing against me in a way that made me hot and wet, my pussy clenching as the force shoved me against his groin. I realized I was humping him, grinding my aching pussy until the wafting scent of my desire filled the cabin. How could I be so damn turned on by this man, his ruthless actions?
I was thrown into a state of disbelief, taking gasping breaths as the heat on my bottom indicated just how red my skin must. After issuing what had to be at least fifty, he stopped long enough to caress once again. I could hear his own ragged breathing, the same hot breath cascading down.
I heard another noise then realized he was opening some type of compartment. I clenched my bottom, wiggling on his lap.
He pressed his hand on the small of my back. “Actions and reactions, sweet Caroline.” His voice dripped of lust, husky and sensuous. The feel of cool wood created another round of shivers even as he simply rolled the edge of the implement all the way down my spine. “I will keep certain tools in my vehicles for obvious needs. The brush is perfect, compact and light yet able to deliver a solid and very painful round of punishment. Don’t you think?”
The man planned on spanking me anywhere at any time. I shuddered, burying my face into my hands. This couldn’t be happening. This was insane. No, I was insane because I craved this man. I hungered for his touch, his lips pressed against mine.
I wanted his cock buried in my pussy, driving in a wild and crazed fashion, taking everything he wanted. His choice.
His possession.
You can’t want this. You can’t... Tears formed once again, threatening to give me away.
“Did you hear me, Caroline?”
I absolutely hated the way he said my name over and over again, as if he was Daddy dearest and I would never be anything to him but a wayward child. “Yes.”
The sharp smack of thick wood was more painful than anything I’d experienced in a hell of a long time. “Yes. Sir.”
He let out an elongated and very dark growl before continuing, smacking both cheeks in a methodical manner. I was floored at the intensity of the anguish, pain rolling up and down my legs. This was so humiliating, adding to the heightened anxiety and the fact my inner voice was taunting me drove me nearly mad.
You deserve this. You never follow rules. You do what you want at any cost.
I closed my eyes, still grinding against him, the electricity racing through every vein and cell. The scent of the man, his burning testosterone and cologne mixing with my wanton hunger was so intoxicating I was left panting.
“Ouch! Fuck...” I couldn’t hold back the cries any longer, my whimpering voice floating into the space.
“When you misbehave, I won’t hesitate,” he whispered, peppering another savage volley.
I was ready to beg him to stop, even as the agony mixed with a wild sense of bliss. My nipples were rock hard, my clit swollen, and I could swear my cries could be heard several yards away.
I didn’t want this.
But I did...
I couldn’t tolerate this.
But I would...
Everything about this man stifled my intelligence, the horror of him and his life a terrible consequence. Yet my pussy continued to clench, longing for his touch.
His breathing even more scattered, he eased my legs as far apart as possible. “You make me damn hard, Caroline.”
“Yes... Yes, sir.” I undulated my hips, rubbing back and forth until I was rewarded with a deep moan, dark and animalistic, more enticing than ever.
He slid the handle of the brush down the cleft of my ass, rolling the edge under my aching bottom. “What I want to do to you.”
“Tell me,” I managed, tipping my head to the side. I was losing control, no longer caring who might see us, even excited about the possibilities.
Snarling, he slipped the wood between my legs, moving the edge back and forth. “Whip that pretty pink pussy.”
“Mmm...”
“Clamp that pretty pussy.” Dominick tapped the bush against my pussy lips, the hint of pain forcing me to arch my back. “Pierce this pussy, the one I own.”
His words sent a damning thrill through every inch, stealing my breath. “Yes.” When he slipped the handle inside, pumping in and out, my muscles clamped around the invasion.
“Whip every inch of your body,” he continued, his voice almost inaudible, his actions becoming more aggressive.
“Yes... sir...” I bit back another yelp, my hand finding his leg and clutching on.
“I want you marked as mine. I could keep you tied up, ready for my savage use every day and every night.”
“Mmm...” I could concentrate on nothing else but the hard plunging of the implement. I was aggressively humping his leg as he fucked me, driving the wood in and out.
“Strip you of your humanity, forcing you to suck my cock whenever I wanted,” he breathed, jamming the wooden piece inside.
I was so close to coming, my entire body shaking as he continued. “Oh... Oh, oh, oh...”
“Fuck that tight ass whenever.” He laughed, jerking the brush away and smacking my ass several times.
I
whimpered, kicking out my legs. “Please. I...”
“Please what, Caroline? What do you want?”
“I want to...” Why couldn’t I even say the words?
He swatted my pussy lips then plunged the brush back inside. “You want to come.”
“Yes, please.” I rocked forward and backward and could tell he was struggling to hold on.
Dominick took several seconds merely breathing. Then his rhythm and the angle changed. He fisted my hair, tugging my head as he thrust the handle in and out. “Good girls get what they want. Bad girls don’t have a choice.” His snicker was darkly erotic, sending a shower of goosebumps over my arms and legs.
I didn’t care. I couldn’t think or focus as the climax roared up from my toes, pulsating along the insides of my legs before shooting into my pussy. “Oh. Yes. Yes!” I could no longer feel my legs as the single orgasm turned into an intense wave, stealing my breath and what was left of my sanity. “God...”
Dominick issued another low-slung growl before yanking the brush away from my molten heat. “Open your mouth like a good little girl.”
I obeyed him, crazed with desire. As he thrust the handle into my mouth, twisting and turning, I realized what a dirty little girl I really was. He’d already begun to strip away at my humanity, igniting the kind of hunger I never knew existed. But this was all about sex, carnal and primal.
I wasn’t entirely certain whether I crawled onto his lap or if he dragged me in that position, but as I placed my arms around his neck, still sucking on the brush, he seemed surprised. Very slowly he eased the implement from my mouth, running the wood under his nose before tossing it to the side. His chest rose and fell, his eyes shimmering and so focused that I could see right through to his soul.
He was a haunted man.
He crushed my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, drinking from me as if he was dying of thirst. His fingers brushed up and down my back and I was in a beautiful place of passion, pretending that we were meant to be together. He was brutal in the kiss, our teeth gnashing together, tongues sliding back and forth. Powerful animalistic noises escaped, filling the space.
This was pure and utter sin. I rocked my body as the French kiss continued, the friction driving him wild.
Breaking the kiss, he took several breaths, a smile curling on his lip. “I need to be inside of you. To fuck you.”
I slid to the edge of his knees, my fingers fumbling to free his cock. He lifted his hips long enough for me to release him. He dug his fingers into my hips as he lifted, positioning me over the tip. When he yanked, forcing the entire length of his shaft inside, I threw my head back, fighting to keep the primal scream from erupting.
Chuckling darkly, he allowed me to take control, riding him hard and fast. Every bad girl fantasy was rolled into this moment, shedding every inhibition if only for a little while. I kept my eyes pinned on his as we continued fucking, trying to understand the man hiding behind the mask.
He was an enigma, sequestered in his own darkness and damn if this wasn’t so exciting, driving me to another round of utter bliss. I was so ashamed yet titillated at this brazen act. For just a little while, pretending was exactly what I needed.
The slight squeak of the seats matched the rhythm as I shifted forward and backward, my breasts jiggling up and down. My bruised ass ached with every brutal pass, my reddened skin slapping against his legs, but I didn’t care. The pain was exhilarating, leaving me breathless.
“You are mine. Forever mine. Say it, Caroline. Say it. Tell me you belong to me.”
The way his heated breath skipped across my face and neck was a huge turn-on, the words driving me even harder. I squeezed my pussy muscles and knew he was ready to explode. “I belong to you.”
“Yes, my possession. Always.” Dominick lowered his head until our lips were touching once more. “And never forget that.” He shifted his hand as he forced me aloft, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks.
I clung to him, taking several deep breaths, every nerve ending standing on end.
His smile was like before, powerful and dominating, taking back his control and making certain I knew that he was the alpha. A slight laugh slipped past his lips as he pulled me down.
His cock was so thick and hard that my muscles struggled to accept. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” I slapped my hand against his chest, struggling to breathe as the pain coursed through me. He was nearly splitting me in two. “Yes...”
“You like to have my cock in that tight ass of yours.” His words weren’t a question but a statement.
I could only nod, blinking as I tried to control my breathing.
“Maybe we’ll keep it filled with an ass plug. Would you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered as he lifted my hips then slammed me down again.
And again.
“Yeah, we’ll get you some toys, if you promise to behave.” His voice was entirely different, the sensuous sound like raw velvet sliding across my nakedness.
“Yes... sir...” I lolled my head as he drilled into me, the agony mixing with the sweetest ecstasy. Clench and release. Clench and release.
I knew the action was driving him crazy.
“You’re going to make me come. Fuck...” He threw his head back and roared, his entire body shaking as he orgasmed, filling me with his seed. “Yes!” He threw his arms across the back of the seat and closed his eyes. The smile on his face was one of pure satisfaction. Groaning, he dropped his head and arched my back until he was able to suck on my nipples.
I threw back my arms, tingling as another round of dazzling sensations rocketed through me.
He sucked and bit down, moving from one to the other.
Pop! Pop!
There was no hesitation after the cracking sound jetted through the vehicle. Dominick tossed me to the floor, yanking his gun from a holster under his arm then peering out the window.
I could hear Bruno’s footsteps, his angry cry as he moved away from the SUV.
“Stay here and do not fight me on this, Caroline. Lock the door when I leave.” He wasted no time, opening the door carefully and peering out.
I was almost blinded from the lighting, immediately reaching for my dress. The door was slammed shut. A whimper escaped my mouth as I struggled to get to the lock, slapping my hand twice before it engaged. I heard both sets of footsteps racing away from the SUV and what sounded like another round of gunfire. I dared to take a look but could see nothing at first. Then another volley of footsteps, heavy boots thudding against the concrete, was close. Too damn close.
Holding my breath, I sank to the floor, my heart racing. I was shaking so violently that I almost ripped the dress as I attempted to slide into it. A heady adrenaline rush shot through me like molten lava, keeping me on such a precipice that I was lightheaded. What if...
Oh, no. I wasn’t going down that road. Dominick was a big boy and could take care of himself. When I was finally dressed, I remained hunkered on the floor, rocking back and forth. If he’d really wanted me to understand what he world was like, I did now. Damn him and his life, his fucking need to own the world.
I could swear there were more shots and I couldn’t stand not knowing. I dared take another look, petrified when I noticed someone running in the direction of the SUV. Everything was in a blur as I slumped down as far back against the seat as I could manage. I’d never prayed, had never had a reason to believe, but I had no other choice.
The sound of the door opening forced me to slap my hands over my mouth.
“Fuck. Where are you?” Bruno’s gruff voice boomed in the space.
I let out a gasp, crawling until I could see him. “What the hell is going on?”
“I’m getting you out of here and to safety. Stay where you are until we are out of the garage.”
“Where is Dominick?”
Bruno started and revved the engine, ignoring my question.
“Where the hell is he?”
He darted a nasty glare into the rearview mirro
r as he shifted the behemoth of a vehicle into drive, the tires screeching as he swung out and around the other parked cars. The force pummeled me against the door as he accelerated. The rumble of the engine between my legs gave me a sickening feeling. I clawed until I was on my knees, scrambling until I was able to get into the seats directly behind him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed, throwing back his arm. “Get the fuck down. You don’t have any idea what we’re dealing with.”
“Where is Dominick?”
Bruno swore under his breath as he swung around another corner, tossing me back and forth. “Damn it. He’s fine, Caroline. Please get down. You are in extreme danger.”
I could tell he was nearing the exit. I hunkered down, but not before I noticed several men standing over someone who was crouched on his knees, his hands behind his head. Everything flew into slow motion as a muzzle went off, the slight flash and cracking sound muffled, at least in my ears. But there was no mistaking the sight as the man crumbled to the ground, half his head blown off.
“I said get the fuck down. I won’t ask you again!” Bruno’s angry voice snapped me out of my slow-mo.
I slapped my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming, curling on my side. His dangerous life would not only be difficult for me, I knew it was going to be deadly.
* * *
I hadn’t bothered changing out of the dress, even though I was in my bare feet, pacing the floor in Dominick’s library. I’d skipped the wine, moving straight to gin, my comforting liquor of choice.
Bruno stood halfway in the doorway, his weapon within easy access. I knew this wasn’t about my escaping as much as whether an assailant would be foolish enough to try a hit now.
I had difficulty thinking clearly even two hours later and three gin and tonics. I was still shivering, perhaps in a mild state of shock. I was worried about Dominick. Bruno had given no information. Nothing. The wave of nausea that had started just after the murder remained, leaving me sick at mind and in my heart as well. I was a smart girl, had seen my share of murders, but certainly only on television. This was... Something else entirely.
