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Alec locked me in the car, slamming the door on his way out as he headed into a ramshackle motel. Carrying his wallet. Containing all the cards I had destroyed. I moved to try the door for good measure, but with my wrists now secured behind my back, it was a pointless endeavour. I waited for the inevitable fallout.
It came soon enough.
He stalked over the parking lot toward me, his eyes ablaze as he neared me. I shrank against the backseat, trying to make myself as small as possible, as if that would help me.
The door groaned as he wrenched it open, and before I knew it, he was on top of me, my arms pinned awkwardly beneath him.
‘What the fuck did you do, Esther?’ His voice trembled as his eyes bored into mine. His fingers moved up into my hair and twisted painfully at the back of my head. ‘Do you think you can just fuck with me and there won’t be consequences? That you can destroy my property and I won’t care? I am this close to fucking ending you and leaving you out here. Saying I never found you. They’d never know. You’d just be another Jane Doe.’
My breath rasped as he spoke, the thought of disappearing forever plaguing me. I didn’t want to die.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, a tear escaping down one cheek as I closed my eyes, trying to avoid that intense stare. ‘I just don’t want to go back.’
‘You don’t know the meaning of sorry. You’re just a spoiled brat who has never been told no. Too used to doing whatever the fuck you like, no matter how it affects others. I’ve every mind to teach you some respect.’
‘Will it make you less angry with me?’
Alec froze for a full minute, his eyes never leaving my face as his face went through a series of emotions. Finally, he swallowed hard and asked, ‘What are you offering?’
‘Whatever it is you think I deserve.’ I dropped my voice, aiming for sultry, hoping his mind would go to sex rather than his usual method of torturing people.
‘Oh, I know exactly what you need.’
The air was thick in the small hotel room, charged with fear and expectation. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched as Alec paced backward and forward. His footsteps were rhythmic as I waited, wondering what his plan was. Was he going to hurt me? Fuck me? Take my mouth? Make me sleep on the floor like an animal? I had no idea where his mind was.
Then he stopped and looked at me, his eyes narrowing.
‘I know exactly what you need, Esther McGowan. You need to be taught that there are consequences for ruining things that don’t belong to you. I bet no one has ever even reprimanded you for touching things that don’t belong to you.’
‘I’m not spoiled,’ I said in a whisper, dropping my eyes to my lap under the intensity of his stare.
‘Oh, but you are. You’ve always had everything handed to you. You’ve never gone without, you’ve never been taught that you can’t have everything you please.’ He stepped closer to me, crouching down so his face was level with mine, and reaching out to touch my jaw, gently pulling it upward until my eyes met his own.
‘I didn’t believe you when you said sorry earlier. But I’m going to make you apologise properly. With tears, snot, and a hot arse.’
My eyes widened as I stared at him. ‘You can’t spank me.’
‘I can, and I will. You’ve been a deceitful, spiteful little brat. And brats need to be punished. Trust me, I know.’
‘You’ve done this before?’ I asked, my mind whirring at the image of his tattooed hands on my ass.
‘Yes. But never to someone who needed it, or deserved it, so much.’
‘What if I say no?’
‘I wasn’t asking your permission. You’ve already told me I could give you what you deserve, and a spanking is way, way less than I’d be giving anyone else. I’m fairly certain you want to keep all your digits, so let’s not beat about the bush.’
I shivered as I nodded. I could take a few slaps to the ass. If it would dispel the anger in him, then it would be worth it. How bad could it be? I’d employ my British stiff upper lip and get it over with.
‘Stand up.’
My knees trembled as I did, my arms still fixed behind me. My cheeks reddened as he walked around me. God, what was I doing? Why was I doing this? To appease him? Or did the idea of his tattooed arms wrapping around me and pinning me to him do something else in my brain? I became hyperaware of every inch of my body as he took his time, eyeing me from head to toe, scrutinising me in a way no one had openly done before. My mouth dried as he stepped closer, tension gripping at my stomach.
‘I’m going to take your jeans off.’ His voice had taken on a deep gruffness that made me want to squirm. I didn’t. I held my head high and gave a slight nod. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he affected me.
My breath caught in my throat as he knelt in front of me, his fingers tugging at the button of my jeans until it popped open. Flutters filled my stomach when he leaned in close, his warm fingers grazing my hips as he pulled my jeans down, taking them off along with my shoes and socks. I could almost feel the heat burning from my cheeks as I stood there in my dirty top, from our tussle at the roadside, and nothing else, before he rifled through my broken bag and slid a pair of clean underpants up over my hips. He stood back up and tipped my chin.
‘Eyes on me.’
