Page 18 of Daddy's Stowaway

Shit! Now, what do I do? I slowed down again, wishing to diminish my feeling of thirst. I weaved through the dense flora and fauna, looking for some landmark I remembered from my breakneck pace earlier and wishing Alex was here. For the first time, I wondered what punishment he would deliver for my inconsiderate departure and ignoring my personal safety.

Twenty minutes later, I broke through the jungle and back to the beach. I breathed a sigh of relief when, after another half hour, I limped up to the front door and used the code to get inside. Standing in the kitchen, holding up a large wooden spoon, was Alex. I stopped in my tracks, eyes wide.

“I suppose that is for me?”

“No, I’m making spaghetti for lunch.”

“Really?” I queried.

“No,” he fumed, “not really; now get over the stool, Antonia.”

I bent over the stool while Alex roughly pulled down my sweaty shorts and undies. Before I could say or do anything, his hand pushed me firmly down onto the seat, and I grabbed hold of the legs. The wooden spoon came down on my backside with a loud thwacking sound. I hissed in pain as Alex covered my bottom and the tops of my thighs with the spoon. Tapping my toes, I tried to dance and swing my ass out away from the swinging implement.

“You’ll stay in place, Antonia, or I’ll keep up this spanking all day long.” He released me, and I heard the fridge open. I dared not move but was also so rattled by not seeing what he was getting and prayed it wasn’t that horrible root. Alex moved behind me, and I felt cold on my backside, a delicious, wet coolness, and I knew he was running an ice cube over my ass. He moved it between my cheeks, and the cool dripping tickled.

Smack! The wooden spoon came back down, and I screeched in surprise and pain. I decided quickly that this was my least favorite implement. Leather felt sexy on my skin even though it packed a sting. The Lexan was a deep burning, stinging sensation, but this was like being pounded, no give whatsoever. He stopped and ran another ice cube over my burning backside, and it felt so good I let out a whimper.

Another ice cube pressed on the bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex. I squirmed, attempting to escape the freeze. Alex kept it there until it was fully melted, and then he spanked my sex. At first, I felt almost nothing because it was slightly frozen, but as the heat replaced the cool, I hollered, “Holy hell!”

Alex’s response was to add another ice cube and more spanking of my sex. Then he picked up the wooden monstrosity and started spanking my already sore, steaming backside. And that was when I gave up. I hung limply over the stool, crying like a little girl. This was the first spanking he gave me where the sensations were too much for my sex to drip in anticipation of a coming orgasm. I felt so sorry for myself as I cried with abandon.

“I think I have made myself clear. You run out like that again, and you will get that particular torture all day instead of just an hour. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I cried aloud. Alex helped me stand on wobbly legs, then he scooped me up and carried me upstairs to the shower. He bathed me, washed my hair, and was extra gentle when he patted my naughty bits dry.

“I want my well-chastised brat ready for some fun tonight.” He tucked me in bed and then brought lunch with a few bottles of water.

“I’m sorry for being reckless. Even I questioned the intelligence of leaving without my phone and water.” I reached for a bottle and chugged down the entire thing.

“Now that you have had time to think, Antonia, we’ll finish the discussion you so rudely ran away from earlier. I want you to know that I have investigated Mitch Markos and know exactly who and what he is. What I don’t know is who he is to you.”

I felt Alex’s gaze on me while I took a tentative bite of my lunch. I wrestled with telling him everything. “My father was a local businessman. When our business fell on hard times, Mitch Markos offered my father a loan. What we didn’t know at the time was that Markos was a criminal, a drug and arms dealer for the cartel and was looking to expand. He was muscling into our district, and as my father’s application for a loan was denied by our bank, he took Markos up on his offer. Unfortunately, we didn’t understand that a loan from Markos was meant as a life sentence of servitude.” I moved my tray from my lap, no longer able to eat, but chugged down a second bottle of water.

“My parents were killed in front of me and before their bodies had time to cool, I was on a bus to Windsor, Ontario, with a suitcase of drugs. When I came back, he was waiting for me and his payout. I tried running then, but he caught me and beat me within an inch of my life. At least that is what it felt like at the time. When I healed, I was sent on another trip and another. When I finally made my escape, I figured I’d made over one hundred trips.”

I leaned back, daring him to accept me now. I was her again, my old battle-ready self, waiting for him to dump my ass and for me to go back to my street ways. “If I wanted to eat, I had to steal; that is how I took your ticket with those two flight attendants being none the wiser. When you’re hungry, you get good at lifting wallets.” I knew my eyes shone like glass as I was channeling all my tough bad bitch into the moment. He had to see that this was part of who I was and always would be. I didn’t make me, circumstances made me, and I wouldn’t apologize for it to him or anyone.

We quietly regarded each other, and to his credit, his look wasn’t one of pity; it was more like pride.

“I read about your parents’ untimely death in the news and always wondered what happened to their beautiful daughter. Where did she go, and when I saw you at the airport, I didn’t recognize you, but I recognized the look in your eye.”

“Oh?” I said arrogantly. “And what was that exactly?”

“Desperation and strength. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on. Don’t think your admittance makes me think any less of you, brave soul. I have nothing but respect for you, Antonia.”

To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly. His confession robbed me of my alter ego, and my badass receded, leaving me exhausted.

“I’m ready for that nap now.”

Alex stood up and lifted the tray.

Watching him walk away did something to me, and I cried out. “Alex, wait. Please don’t leave me. I need you.” Whatever he saw when he turned around, I could only guess, but it was enough for him to deposit the tray and come back.

He climbed in beside me and pulled me in tight.

With his strong arms wrapped about me, I felt safe once again, and as I nodded off, I threaded my fingers with his.

“In answer to your earlier question, if staying here means being with you, then my answer is yes.” I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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