She sighs and gracefully gets into my Nissan, watching me the whole time as I walk around the hood and pause.
“She gets home safe or you die.” Evan freezes at the threat as I point at Nicola, and quickly nods until he looks like a bobble head.
I walk around the hood to the driver side and slide into the leather seat. I whip the car around, heading away from the pier towards home so we can have a few minutes alone without any prying eyes. She doesn’t say anything, but when I glance over at her, she’s smiling softly and has her hand out the window playing with the wind.
“Have you always been a sore loser?” she asks ten minutes later, not being able to take the silence anymore.
That’s it, she’s in for it now. I was going to wait but the brat clearly doesn’t understand who’s in charge here. Spotting a parking garage, I quickly turn and keep driving until we hit the fourth level without many cars parked there. Sliding into a parking spot, I kill the engine and sit there for a second before getting out of the car. Walking around to the hood, I cross my arms and stare at her through the window. She stares at me with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion until I see her shoulders sag in defeat just as she gets out.
“Is this where you kill me? I would have thought it would be somewhere more, I don’t know… quiet and dark.” She crosses her arms and leans her hip against the hood as she lifts her brow at me.
Never before has any woman got on my last nerves like she does. So much sass, but I have a solution to that.
“Come closer.” I curl my index finger at her, coaxing her closer.
“Why?” she asks slowly, dropping her hands to her sides as she sees the look on my face.
“I’m going to spank your ass until it’s red and you're less of a brat. Now get over here.” I point at my feet then make a swirling motion for her to turn around so I can have her bent over my knee.
It takes a lot for me to contain a smile of wicked delight as her mouth pops open and she looks from me to the hood in shock.
Why must she be so beautiful? It’s unfair really, but then again life is never fair.
Closer, brat, my palm is already twitching.
Tillie
Imust have heard him wrong. He wants to… spank me? Here? Now?
What is happening? My heart was just starting to slow down from the adrenaline of the race, but it’s pumping faster now.
“Wha-what?” I stutter out, my jaw hanging open. I swear I’ll be catching a lot of flies in my mouth because I just witnessed a miracle…Is he teasing me? My eyes must be deceiving me, there’s no way his lips are twitching as if he wants to smile.
Nicky’s lips tilt at the corner, a half smile that gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach and travels straight down to my pussy. What is it about a man with a beautiful smile? Once he starts to grin, all talking and thinking is impossible. He’s not playing by the game rules, so all bets are off. He doesn’t like me and I can hardly stand him half the time. If he thinks I tossed and turned all night thinking about his tattooed dick, he’s wrong. Even my thoughts lie to me. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m doomed and have to remind myself every time one of them smiles at me, that I’m just another body to them. Doesn’t matter if I live or die.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, but I’ll make it clear for you just this once. Pants down, ass up.” He sits down on the hood of his Nissan, propping one foot up on the fender and pats his muscular thigh.
I’ve been beaten, stabbed, cut with knives all over my body… tortured for days to learn a lesson, but I’ve never been spanked. I call his bluff, he has nothing to gain for smacking my ass. It’s not like it’s going to do anything to me. I’ve always rebelled, even when I was being tortured. I probably won’t feel a thing, it’s just my butt being spanked. No big deal. I can’t get a read on what he’s thinking from his blank expression, his sharp jawline tightens the longer I stand still though, making me want to ignore his command even longer. He grabs my wrist before I can follow through with my plan and yanks me over his thigh. I gasp in shock as he slides down my leather pants easily before I can blink. If anyone happened to walk by, they’d see some chick with her ass in the air in only a pair of purple, lacy boyshorts and a tank top as her ass gets beat.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I push against his muscular thighs with my hands, wiggling in his lap to escape, but his forearm drapes over my lower back to hold me down, locking me in place.
I blow my hair out of my face and look over my shoulder to glare at him but he’s not staring at me. He places the palm of his left hand on my asscheek, staring at the difference of our skin as he runs his thumb back and forth on the curve of my ass. His pale hand against my tan skin is striking, making this more real and causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin from the feel of his calloused hand against my sensitive skin.
“Glare all you want, scream as loud as you can, swear at me with hate, but you can’t deny that you like this.” He raises his head and meets my gaze, his emerald eyes piercing my very soul.
Can he see me? See how dark and lonely I’ve been, scared to feel anything but craving the need to be wanted and touched to the depth of my soul.
“You know nothing about me. So go ahead and get it over with.” I roll my eyes and turn my head away to glare at the empty parking spots.
“I know plenty but I’m going to find out more,” he threatens and takes his hand away to whisper in my ear. “I can smell a pain slut miles away. Denial will get you nowhere.”
“You son of a bitc-” I wiggle in his lap, cursing at him, but I stop when pain blossoms on my ass, a startled gasp leaving my mouth.
The sound of the palm of his hand spanking my asscheek echoes around the parking garage, sounding louder than it should. I lay still, my breath drawn in my chest as I feel the dull throb sting my ass. My eyes water at the pain, trying to block out the memory of the time Cruz was behind me as he carved up my back, but that fades away into the background of my mind. I exhale in shock as I feel Nicky’s palm smooth over the sting, rubbing in tiny circles…comforting me. My own breathing sounds loud in the quiet parking garage as I wait to see what he’ll do next.
“If you stay here with me, you’ll only remember this,” he says in a quiet tone, almost like he’s talking to himself, but he definitely gives me something to remember him by.
His hand slides down to the back of my thighs, he brings his hand down hard suddenly, causing my body to jolt at the unexpected feeling. I can feel the heat where my blood gathers on that spot, no doubt turning pink. What surprises me is how good it feels when he stills his hand to skim his fingers back and forth over the spot. It’s almost like he’s testing me to see what I’ll do.
