by Stone, Piper
She nodded out of respect then looked away, her breath scattered.
“Some respect, pequena princessa,” Santiago rumbled, anger in his tone.
“I am not a princess, father. While it’s good to meet you, I was in the middle of practice. May I go now?” Valencia asked as she folded her arms.
“I’m curious. What game are you playing, Santiago?” I asked casually.
“You will learn, Miguel, that I also don’t play games for anyone,” he said in an offhanded manner.
She gave me a heated glance, as if disgusted with my appearance, now remaining quiet. A good daughter and one entirely under her father’s thumb.
The girl was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing to the small of her back, her large blue eyes stunning. My cock twitched from the way her lips pursed and I allowed my gaze to fall to her voluptuous breasts and slender waist with rounded hips that accentuated long and sexy legs. Even in the simple cobalt blue dress that hugged every curve, she was glorious.
Santiago walked closer, a wry expression on his face. “You wanted an appropriate gesture of good faith. I have something you will admit is truly remarkable.”
I studied his eyes, the way he gestured toward Valencia, my anger riled. I knew all kinds of men, their power allowing them to presume they owned a woman. I abhorred any man who treated women with anything but the utmost respect. I knew exactly what he was offering, and the thought left a wretched taste in my mouth.
“I give you my daughter for one night. You can do with her as you please, but keep in mind that she is willful and often disobedient. You are welcome to punish her as necessary.”
“Papa!” Valencia screeched, her entire body shaking from anger. “I will not go with this pig.”
“Enough! You will do as you are told! I am ashamed of your behavior!” His chest rose and fell, his expression prickled with anger. After running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath, he finished his statement. “You are showing our guest a good time. Anything he wants. Anything,” he snapped, not bothering to look in her direction.
I held my breath as well as the nasty words ready to spew from my mouth. For all my bravado, the man had taken back the upper hand. To refuse would be considered a slap of the man’s honor. He was offering his most precious gift, one I would be required to accept. I knew right then that one day, I would indeed gut the heartless pig, enjoying every moment of watching him writhe in pain.
“No, Papa. No hare esto!” she hissed.
“English, daughter. Our guest prefers English and you will honor him in every manner that he requires. Is that understood?”
“Fine. I will not do this,” she repeated. “He is a repugnant man, disgusting in every manner.”
Santiago confronted her, lifting the hand holding the cigar in a manner to suggest backhanding her.
Bristling, I unbuttoned my jacket, walking closer and making certain the asshole noticed the Beretta positioned in my waistband. “There is no need for violence, Santiago. I’m certain that Valencia will enjoy my company for one evening only.”
She snapped her head in my direction and to my surprise, she spit on the floor before storming away.
“Pequena perra!” For a father to call his own daughter a little bitch infuriated me. Every hair stood up on the back of my neck, my fingers itching to slap the barrel against his forehead. Envisioning his ultimate demise was the only way I could keep from wrapping my hand around his throat.
Instead of unleashing my rage, I took a deep breath before moving in front of him. “I assure you that I will handle her in my way. She will do exactly as I demand.”
Santiago snarled, glaring at her as she walked away, her heels clipping against the tile floor, no doubt matching the rapid beating of his heart. I had to admit, I enjoyed his discomfort. After a few seconds, he smiled once again, nodding several times as he turned to face me.
“You are a very formidable man, Miguel. I am certain that you will be able to handle her. I apologize for her actions. As I said before, she has a mind of her own. Extremely willful. Very much like her mother.”
“Nothing that a hard whipping can’t take care of.”
He narrowed his eyes then stormed toward the table, grabbing my glass into his hand. “Excellent idea. We should have a toast to sharing our long and prosperous business together.”
The blood running through my veins was ice cold even though the electricity racing through my entire system was humming with need. I accepted the beverage, taking a sip as I studied him and the nervous tic appearing briefly on the corner of his mouth.
“I do ask that you take care of her. I have many enemies who would enjoy taking something so precious from me.”
His shell had a crack. Good to know. I gave him a respectful nod. “I promise to care for her with my life. Anyone who attempts to betray me will meet a horrible end. I’m certain you can appreciate what I’m saying.”
He seemed relieved, his breath still ragged. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Excellent. As far as our business deal. If I find that you deceive me in any way, I will take what is most precious to you.”
“And what is that?” Santiago’s arrogance had returned.
I polished off the drink, allowing the thick base to hit the coffee table with a hard thud, and headed toward the door. I stopped long enough but only tilted my head, allowing me to see the whites of his eyes. “Your daughter.”
While tonight wasn’t what I’d expected, I would use her in every way I desired. However, there would come a time that Santiago would pay for this atrocity.
* * *
Valencia.
Her lovely name rolled off my tongue, her hourglass figure spawning desires involving dark and heinous acts. She obviously had no understanding of who she’d been sold off to for a night, her haughty attitude and rebellious demeanor intriguing. After a few heated words spouted off by Santiago, the girl had obviously acquiesced, now waiting patiently just outside the front door.
She’d changed attire, the flaming crimson dress much more to my liking yet still accentuating the beauty God had given her. Her long hair was fastened in a loose ponytail, the luxurious strands glistening in the glowing candlelight. As she stood with one hand on her cocked hip, she glanced everywhere across the expansive landscape but in my direction.
I was forced to admit that breaking her would be far too exciting.
Neither my cock nor my desires would be denied.
I eased out of the rented Ferrari, taking my time as I sauntered in her direction. As I moved up the stairs, she yawned, waiting a solid two seconds before covering her mouth.
I snapped her wrist, yanking her against the heat of my body and towering over her. “While I may be repugnant to you, make no mistake that you belong to me for one night. One. Solid. Night. You will do exactly what I want when I require you to do so without question. If you choose to disobey, you will be punished. Am I very clear with you, princess?”
She clenched her jaw, struggling to get out of my hold. “I’m not your princess, buster, and you will not speak to me that way.”
I lowered my head until she could feel my hot breath cascading across her porcelain skin. “I will speak to you any way I please. The sooner you realize that I am in command, the better off you’ll be.”
“You’re threatening me, the daughter of the richest man in Cuba?”
While I enjoyed sparring with a woman better than most, my blood already pumping, I had no desire to continue playing useless games. “Princess, I only make promises.” I crushed her mouth with mine, immediately thrusting my tongue past her ruby-stained lips.
Valencia beat her fist against my chest, whimpering and wiggling until I snaked my arm around her waist, keeping her in position.
Within seconds, her clenched hand opened, her fingers digging into my jacket, her whimpers becoming ragged moans of passion. She trembled in my arms, no doubt a mixture of fear as well as hunger. The taste of her was the sweet, simple ambro
sia of the gods. I wasted no time dominating her tongue as I inhaled her exotic perfume, the scent far too intoxicating.
My cock ached to the point the confining zipper on my trousers was biting, a reminder that I hadn’t been with anyone in a very long time. I had no time for passion in my life, no desire to pretend I was anything but callous. This gift I would enjoy with every ounce of my being.
When I parted our lips, she tipped forward on her toes, her eyelids half closed.
“Now, you’re coming with me where we’ll enjoy the time we spend together. After that, you will never have to see me again.”
“Hmmm...” Valencia seemed to regroup, taking an awkward step backward. Even in the twilight of the evening, I could see that she’d rolled her eyes. “We shall see, Mr. Garcia. Never forget that I am a woman to be reckoned with. If you do, my sting is much deadlier than that of a scorpion.”
I knew in that moment that the vivacious fireball would be mine.
Mine to taste.
Mine to take.
Mine to own.
Forever.
Chapter Two
Valencia
Estupido.
There were several other ugly words running through my mind regarding the brazen Amer-i-can besides asshole, but it would do for now. This commanding man named Miguel thought he could come to my country under my father’s roof and demand that he be allowed a taste. Of me. I was over being shocked, the only emotion remaining utter rage.
I could scratch out Miguel’s eyes with my little pinky.
Unfortunately, he was also without a doubt one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen: luxurious dark hair cresting just below his shirt collar, skin the color of rich almond milk, and a body handpicked by some glorious creature from the heavens. The mere thought of him alone created a damp spot on my lace panties, the tone of his deep baritone voice forcing my nipples into hard peaks.
“Where are we going?” I demanded as he took my hand, leading me to the expensive sports car. If the man was trying to impress me, he’d failed in every attempt.
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 n
astier 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.
The spanking continued and all I heard was a humming noise in my ears. Everything was a blur, my mind reeling. How could I enjoy this? How could I tolerate this... man doing anything to me?
“We are finished,” he said almost in passing as he eased me from the hood, tugging down my dress and pressing his rugged hands against my shoulders. “Now, I suggest you go to the car and get inside. Then I want you to act like a lady. Are we clear?”
“Yes. Yes. Sir.” Now the words came out like acid, a slickening hiss pushing past my lips.
But again, I did as I was told, struggling to move toward the car, my legs wobbly.
When he returned to the car, he sat quietly for a full minute before moving back onto the road. “I think we need to start over, princess. Why don’t you tell me about your enjoyment of playing music?”
The man was acting like nothing happened. I licked my lips and with every wiggle in my seat, my bottom burned. I took several shallow breaths, resigned that small talk was better than another round of embarrassment.
“Fine. I started playing piano when I was three, taught by my mother. By five I’d learned the violin and by seven the cello held my interest. I’ve been playing ever since.” The memories were so sweet, music my only solace.
“Mmm... A prodigy. Your father must be proud.”
“My father couldn’t give a shit,” I snapped. “I’m sorry. Music means everything to me.”
“I can understand. You play with an orchestra?”
“When I’m allowed,” I said in such a timid voice, embarrassing the hell out of me. “He has threatened more than once to take away or destroy my beloved cello. That’s not going to happen. I would just as soon kill him first.” I gasped after saying the words. I’d never muttered them to anyone before and I certainly couldn’t trust a man I didn’t know. “Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.”
