Page 92 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

Alana

We’d been drivingall afternoon and I was starting to feel a little less uneasy about where we were going. Alejandro seemed to get more relaxed the further we drove from L.A. We’d stopped for lunch at a diner, and then he’d stopped at a gas station a few miles back to fill up again, and had also bought a few bags of groceries. I’d offered to help, but he’d insisted I stay in the car.

We listened to the radio and I enjoyed watching the scenery go by. When we hit Santa Cruz, I wondered how much further up the coast we’d be going. I must have fallen asleep because it was dusk when I opened my eyes at Alejandro’s prompting.

‘We’re here, princess,’ he said as he gently squeezed my thigh. I blinked as I looked around me. We were parked next to a beautiful little house on a beach.

‘Where are we?’ I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

‘If I told you, I’d have to kill you,’ he said with a wicked grin. Then seeing the look of bewilderment on my face, he added. ‘This is my secret hideaway. Nobody knows about the place. I don’t get out here as much as I’d like. But one day, I’m going to come here and never go back,’ he said as he stared out of the windshield at the ocean.

‘You sure you could just up and leave everything and everyone behind?’ I asked him.

He turned in his seat and stared at me. ‘Not everyone,’ he said. Then he shook his head. ‘Daydreams. That’s all they are. Come on. Let’s get inside.’

He unclipped his seatbelt and climbed out of the car and I followed suit.

As I walked around the side of the car, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards him. Then he pushed me against the car door, pressing the full weight of his body against me so I could barely move. It was as though that brief moment of vulnerability had made him determined to remind me who was in control.

He grabbed my chin with one of his large hands and then kissed me roughly. ‘Turn around,’ he growled.

I obeyed. What choice did I have? Alone with him in the middle of God knows where. At least that was what I told myself – that I had no choice. But, in my heart, I knew that I did. I submitted to him because I wanted to.

I placed my hands on top of the car and he pinned his body against mine again until my breasts were pressed against the drivers side window. His fingers reached lower until they found the hem of my dress. He lifted it slowly, over my thighs, my hips and then all the way up my body and over my head until I was standing in my bra and panties.

The chill of the evening breeze danced over my skin and I shivered. I felt his warm fingers on my back as he expertly unhooked my bra and then he slid it down over my arms, letting my heavy breasts fall free. When he pressed me back against the car, I gasped at the cold glass on my skin.

‘I think part of your punishment should be that you have no panties to wear for this entire trip, princess. What do you think?’ he whispered in my ear. Before I could protest, he hooked his fingers into each side of my lace panties and tore them over my soft flesh, shredding them easily with his strong hands.

I whimpered as I stood naked and pressed to the car. This beautiful machine that I was about to be fucked against.

‘Open your legs,’ he barked and I obviously didn’t respond quickly enough because he kicked at my ankles to hurry me along.

His hands roamed over my back and ass and he growled. Despite the cool night air, my body felt like it was on fire and I writhed beneath his touch.

‘I’m going to give you your punishment now, so we can enjoy the rest of our trip without you worrying about it. Okay?’ he breathed in my ear.

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

Then his hands were gone and I looked around to see what he was doing.

‘Face forward,’ he barked and I turned my head back to the car, looking out at the dark ocean.

I heard the metal jangle of his belt buckle opening and then the sound of the leather moving quickly against fabric.

I swallowed. He was going to spank me with a belt right here. Right out in the open.

Suddenly, the thought of someone walking by and seeing us made me feel incredibly embarrassed. ‘Alex, what if someone sees us?’ I whispered.

‘Do you think I’d let anyone see me spanking and fucking my wife, princess?’ he said softly. ‘This beach is private. No-one here but you and me.’

Then he drew his hand back and his leather belt whipped across my ass cheeks. The sting was instantaneous and I cried out, but I’d barely had time to feel it when the second lash hit me.

Then the third.

Then the fourth.

I writhed as the pain and heat seared across my ass, but he just kept on going. When the tenth one hit me, I saw stars.

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