"Bruno would have been happy to take you, but you conned him into facilitating your needs."
I swallowed and shook my head. "And for that you treated him like a dog, because of my bad behavior. I saw what you did to him. Disgusting."
"Bruno is my employee and he has his own set of guidelines to follow. As I've told you before, I require discipline." He let out a heavy exhale and clenched his fist. "I don't know how to get through to you that because you are in my life, you will always be vulnerable to my enemies."
I'd been unprepared for the angst in his voice. "I'm sorry. I thought the casino was safe. I overheard you talking about how many of your men are guarding the building."
"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...