Page 4 of Captured Pawn
Glancing out the windows and no doubt noticing we were not in the Providence historic district where her condo was, Sophie complained, “What the hell! I want to go tomyhome.”
Annoyed, I cut off his reply. “It’s not safe there right now.”
“Oh, and why is that? I’ve never had anything to do with your family business.”
I bit my tongue. She didn’t need to know that while she wasn’t directly working for the Knights, her family’s Locke Security Systems, Inc, which she now solely owned, was a critical member of my family’s network of businesses. In fact, there would be no Locke family business without the investment of my father years before the little kitten had even been born.
No, I didn’t think she needed to learn about that yet.
“The shop is closed today, but I need to be there to open tomorrow.” When that didn’t get any reaction, she added, “I don’t have any of my things. In fact, my purse… hell, even my phone… it’s all in Tricia’s car. We need to go back!”
Unwilling to cooperate, she continued to rattle off a slew of reasons—none that I gave a single shit about—why she needed to go home.
Gratefully, Stevie was finally pulling up to the fortified iron gate that marked the main entrance to the property. The sooner I could distance myself from my annoying companion, the better.
But as the gates swung open, it seemed Sophie decided it was time for her to get some distance as well. In a surprisingly stealthy move, she shoved out of my lap, diving through the opening in the middle of the front seats and started to struggle with Pops, reaching out to try to open his passenger side door.
Matty’s sister or not, my instincts kicked in. It was all too easy to grab her hips and yank her backward into my lap, only this time I made sure she was face down. I had to give credit where credit was due—she fought like a wildcat to be free, leaving me no other option than to yank up the back of that little black mourning dress and start whaling on that curvy little ass of hers like I meant it.
When I felt my cock growing, I had to remind myself that she was supposed to be like a little sister to me… nothing more. Still, I didn’t intend to go easy on her.
The fact that I was simply spanking her with my palm and not taking my belt off was all the mercy I could muster. I didn’t bother counting. I never did. I always knew when to stop by listening. Her screams and flailing were expected, but her guttural groan of what almost sounded like pleasure surprised me for a moment.
“Please…” she cried as I continued the rain of hard swats. “It hurts!”
Her begging mingled with her moans of pain went straight to my trapped shaft. Her thrashing about had her stomach rubbing against my cock, bringing the perfect erection for an entirely different kind of punishment. Was I imagining the whiff of feminine arousal?
Resisting the urge to show her just how much harder I could make things on her, I answered, “Good. It’s supposed to.”
By the time Stevie had driven down the long tree-lined drive and was pulling up at the grand entrance, her panic had set in. Then came her tear-filled threats.
“You can’t do this! I’m gonna press charges! You’ll rot in jail for this!”
Still, I didn’t relent. It wasn’t until she broke into sobs and started truly begging that I knew we were getting somewhere.
“Please… I can’t take any more.” A small hiccup escaped before she cried out, “I’m begging you…” she sobbed, finally lying limp across my lap like a good girl.
Still, I didn’t stop. Not until I’d delivered a final ten swats directly to her sit spot.
Only after the spanking ended did I realize Pops and Stevie had gotten out, leaving us in the vehicle alone.
I could feel the heat emanating from that cute little butt of hers. Listening to her sniffles as she reached back to rub her sore ass, I enjoyed the sight of the fabric of tiny panties that had ridden up between her cheeks, leaving the pink globes of her ass on display. I was enjoying the view so much that when she tried to push up to her knees, I swatted her again, warning, “Stay right where you are, little girl. I think this is the perfect position for me to lay down a few new rules for you. That way if you give me any trouble, I’m ready to pick up where I left off.”
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” she spat.
“Guilty as charged. Never denied it.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” she whimpered.
“I’m not doing anythingtoyou. I’m doing somethingforMatty. You’d do well to remember that. I promised to keep you safe, but I didn’t say jack about how I planned to do that. Now, we’re going inside. I’ll show you to your room. In light of your continued intent to make yourself a pain in my ass, I’ll be locking you in your room until I can figure out exactly what it is I’m going to do with you.”
She turned to glare at me over her shoulder. Her long dark hair was perfectly messed, begging to be pulled while those light violet eyes of hers tried to shoot daggers through me. My cock had already enjoyed her spanking, but the streaks of black mascara running down her cheeks were my kryptonite. It took all of my self-control to keep from ripping the lacy panties still in my hand off her before bending her over the back of the seat. My dick throbbed, wanting out of my suit pants so badly, which was why I knew it was time to knock on my window.
Pops had been waiting. He opened the door as I shoved Sophie off my lap so I could get out. Angry at my own weakness around her, I reached back into the vehicle and grabbed both her ankles and yanked her across the back seat. She lost one of her heels in the fray, but I couldn’t give a shit. She wouldn’t be walking anyway.
Throwing her over my shoulder, I grunted out my orders. “Collect her shoe and give it to Margaret. She’ll be taking care of our unwanted guest.”
I scaled the flight of stairs leading to the oversized entrance. It was the middle of the day, so I was annoyed when my brother called out to stop as I crossed the foyer toward the grand staircase. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet.
