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“You heard what I said. I need to check there’s no real bruising on your ass from your spanking. I was careful, so there shouldn’t be, but I want to be sure. And I have some aloe to help soothe the burn a little too.”
“I’m fine,” I blurt, shaking my head.
“Little Prisoner, do as you’re told. I’m not going to spank you again right now, I want to check your skin, that’s all.”
When I still don’t move, his brows pull together and he sighs. “Ali, this is happening, so either you can remove your shorts and panties, or I can, your choice.”
Scowling, I carefully slide down from the stool, and turn so my back is to him. Unfastening my shorts, I hook my thumbs into the waist, then slide them and my panties down together, holding them in place, just below the curve of my butt.
Grabbing the aloe from the counter, he crouches down, examining my butt. When I hear the sound of him squirting liquid out of the bottle he’s holding, I brace for his touch, but when it comes, it’s not painful, it’s the gentle glide of cool, wet liquid over my heated and sore skin.
“You’re going to bruise a little, but nothing too bad,” he informs me, coating my ass in the cold liquid, before standing up and moving to wash his hands.
I immediately start to pull my shorts up.
“No, not yet. Let the aloe sit for a minute before you put your clothes back on. Next time, we’ll do this on the bed, then you can lay and let it completely absorb before you get dressed.”
“Next time?” I gasp.
“Come now, Baby, how long do you think you can go without breaking the rules?” He snickers.
“I don’t even know what the rules are,” I hiss.
“At the moment, it’s as simple as doing what we tell you to.”
Long moments pass while I stand pressed against the counter with my ass on display for him. But unlike in their office when they all looked their fill at me, now I don’t even feel Vik’s eyes on me.
“Okay, the aloe should have absorbed enough for you to put your clothes back on. I’ll check again before you go to bed and we can always apply some more if we need to.”
Quickly dragging my shorts and underwear back on, my skin doesn’t feel like it’s about to set on fire when the fabric scrapes over my butt and I exhale in relief.
“We can walk a little further, I’ll show you where the guards live and the barn with all the water toys,” he says, winking at me.
It takes about an hour to follow the beach around the back of the house to where several bungalows are situated. Most of them are locked up, but one has the doors open and a couple of guys are sitting outside in shorts, drinking beers.
“Everything okay, Mr. Sorokin?” one of them shouts when he spots us.
“We’re fine, thanks,” Vik calls back, draping his arm over my shoulder as he guides me toward a path that circles the bungalows. After a few minutes we reach a massive single-story barn. Unlocking the doors, Vik opens them wide, showing me an array of what can only be described as rich men’s toys. There’s several ATVs, four jet skis, surfboards, paddle boards, as well as other water toys and even a couple of small sailboats.
“Why are you showing me this?” I ask.
“We have several emergency protocols in place, one requires you to come to this barn and then be taken by ATV to an exit point. I very much doubt there will ever be a situation where you’d be alone, but just in case, this is where the barn is, and these are the ATV’s. Can you drive?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Dimi will teach you. We don’t have any cars on the island, it’s not big enough to need them, but we have golf carts and ATVs that you can practice in.”
I nod, but my mind is swimming. How can I keep considering myself a prisoner when they’re treating me like I’m really their wife, like I’m one of them?
“We’ll walk back through the grounds; you look like you’re starting to overheat. I should have brought some water with us.” Locking up the barn, he takes my hand and leads me slowly through the lush, tropical landscaped gardens.
“Hey, how was the beach?” Lev asks, jumping up from his seat on the patio the moment we get close enough.
I don’t respond, assuming he’s talking to Vik, but when both men go silent, I lift my head and find them looking at me expectantly. “Oh. Err. Yeah, it was beautiful.” Looking down at my feet, I remember we left our shoes on the sand. “Our shoes.”
“I’ll go fetch them.” Vik smirks, then looks to Lev. “Our little prisoner needs a drink.”
I expect Vik to just leave, but instead, he curls an arm around my back, dips his head and kisses me. I try really hard not to, but before I can remember why it’s a stupid idea, I kiss him back.
