Without a word, he got out of the car and walked around to her side. Before she knew it, he’d opened the door and physically pulled her from the car. A large hand held her firmly under her arm. “You’re coming with me. I’ve one or two things I need to teach you.” He proceeded to roughly walk her to the marina.
“Bastard! Jäkel! Let me go. I don’t appreciate being manhandled.”
“That’s too bad. It’s this way.” Still gripping her arm tightly, he began walking her down a row of different sized boats. Eventually, when they came to an unusually large yacht anchored at the end of the marina, he stopped.
Trent roughly turned her to face the stern. “Meet, The Hussy.”
Mia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. There in large gold and black letters was the words “The Hussy.” Her jaw dropped open in astonishment. How could she have been so wrong? All the time he’d been speaking to John about a yacht and not her. She looked at Trent, unable to say or do anything.
“Yes, you may well be lost for words, Mia, but I’m not.” He cupped her chin. “When you heard me talking to John, why didn’t you say something instead of just disappearing?”
“I was upset.”
“You were upset.” He raised his hands clearly exasperated. “But you only heard half the conversation. How could you know what the fuck I was talking about?”
“I’m sorry, Trent. It sounded like you were about to get rid of me.”
“I’m angry that you could think so little of me, Mia. I thought I meant more to you than that.”
“You do, Trent. I’m sorry. I’ve been a fool.”
“So you say. How do I know? This is the second time you’ve disappeared on me.” He held her more firmly. “Now I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
Mia swallowed hard. “Trent, what are you going to do?” He still looked angry.
“You’ll find out.” He hauled her onto the stern of the yacht and opened the cabin door with a key. Inside, the interior of walnut and cream leather reeked of aromatic opulence.
“You didn’t say you had a yacht, Trent. We’ve been on the island a fortnight now, and you’ve never mentioned it.”
“It was meant to be a surprise. We were going to sail to Montserrat on Sunday. I had something special planned for you.” He stared at her. “But now I’m not so sure.”
Mia’s heart lurched. She’d done it this time. She’d hurt Trent really badly for the second time, and now he hated her and didn’t trust her anymore. She cursed her stupidity and impetuousness.
“Now come here,” he commanded.
“Why? What are you going to do to me? You’re still angry. I can see it in your eyes.”
“This.” Trent pulled her over to one of the cream leather seats. He sat down and then yanked her unceremoniously across his knee so that her head almost touched the floor. He wrenched her dress up and held her arm securely behind her back. With his other hand he yanked her panties to her knees in one rough movement. Before she had time to say anything, a stinging blow swiped across her bare butt.
Squirming in pain, she yelped with the contact.
“This is for your own good, Mia. In a relationship, you need trust.”
Several more blows rained down, stinging her rump. “So next time.” He slapped her bare ass again. “You speak to me before you go running off.” The sound of the next slap echoed around the cabin, and Mia bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. “Have I made myself clear, Mia?”
“But, Trent—”
“No excuses.” Another slap burned into her butt, rendering her speechless. “Have you learned your lesson?”
She breathed heavily, trying to control her emotions. “Yes…I’m sorry.” Trent held his hand against her naked butt until the pain subsided. She knew she deserved his discipline. Although the spanking hurt, it sexually aroused her, too. She knew her pussy was wet. How could she have thought he would stoop so low? Why hadn’t she confronted him when he’d finished his telephone call? Then the misunderstanding would have been cleared up immediately. Instead she’d hurt him badly by not trusting him. “I’m really sorry.”
“Good, in that case you’re forgiven.” He lifted her upright, her panties still at her knees. He stared into her eyes. “Do you understand why I’m angry, Mia?” He pulled her panties back up.
She nodded. “Yes, Trent. I know now I should have trusted you. It’s just the money I owe you makes me feel so insecure. I haven’t a job, and I’ve no way of paying you back.”
“Okay, baby, I understand. I’ll try and get you set up when we get back to New York. Would that make you feel better?” She nodded. He stroked a hand into her hair. “I realize you don’t like being a kept woman, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being angry.”
“I know, I deserved the spanking. Can we go back to the way we were?”
Without answering he took hold of her hand and guided her further into the cabin. After navigating a small set of stairs, he led her into the bow of the vessel and what she guessed was the master bedroom. A large circular bed dripping with luxurious silk and satin dominated the surprisingly large space. It all looked so opulent, and Mia gasped in astonishment.
He began to roughly remove her clothes. Several buttons pinged and popped as he ripped them from her trembling body. When she looked into his amber eyes, they glowed with anger. Like the flames of a fire, they consumed her, burning her very soul with their intensity. When she was finally naked, he spoke, “That’s better. Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stop coming. Understand?”
He went over to a drawer and withdrew two silk scarves. She could feel her pulse rate accelerate as he first tied one around her eyes and then bound her wrists together in front of her with the other. Unable to see, he maneuvered her over to the bed. “Now lie here. I’m still pissed with you.”
Mia did as he ordered, her heart beating into overdrive. The tactile feel of the satin sheets caressed her back. They rubbed deliciously against her skin, soothing her inflamed butt. She felt him follow her onto the bed and then raise her arms over her head, tying them securely and a little roughly to the bedstead. Unable to see him, she didn’t know what to expect next. She knew her pussy was wet. Would he take her now and fuck her senseless?
Seconds passed until she heard him breathe out heavily. “No, not like this,” he murmured eventually.
The bed creaked as he moved away.
“Trent.”
“I’m still angry, Mia. Just wait here and think about what’s happened. When I’ve calmed down, I’ll be back.”
“Trent, don’t leave me here.”
“You’ll be all right. It will focus your mind. I suspect after this, you won’t act so stupidly again.”
“No, I won’t. Trent.” When he didn’t answer, she called again. “Trent.” She tried to move, but her restraints held her fast. “Don’t leave me here. Trent, I love you, please.” His footsteps echoed on the gantry outside, and then there was nothing but the sound of the gently lapping waves on the hull of the yacht. The soft undulations of the ocean current soothed her frayed nerves. Now there was plenty of time to think about how foolish she had been and how she may have lost her one true love.
Chapter Sixteen
At first Trent had been so angry, he’d just kept walking. The night had drawn in, and the lights twinkled brightly in the hills above Castries. He couldn’t comprehend how she could think he would stoop so low.
It was only when he reached the outskirts of the town that her words slowly sunk in. “Trent, I love you.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. Didn’t he love her, too? Hadn’t he loved her since the very first night she’d dazzled him with her personality and enthusiasm? The image of Mia in the red Bellini made his cock harden. All that had happened was she’d misunderstood a conversation he’d had with a friend. Mia had thought he’d bought her for his bed and was about to get rid of her. Without him knowing, the money had come between them. A few thousand dollars meant nothing to him, but in her world, it was a huge amount of money. He shook his head. When you loved someone, all the misunderstandings didn’t really mean anything. They were unimportant. All that mattered was the love they shared together.
He turned around and began making his way back to The Hussy. Once onboard, he entered the master suite. He flicked a switch, bathing the room in subdued light. Just like a sleeping beauty, Mia lay naked in the center of the bed. Her arms were still tied above her head and the silk scarf covering her eyes only heightened his arousal. Now the anger had dissipated. He could shape her to his will with total control.
She stirred as he entered the cabin. “Trent,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby, I’m here.” He began shedding his clothes.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I love you.”
“I know, baby. It’s all behind us now.”
“You’re not angry with me anymore?”
“No, I’m not angry.” He cast the last of his clothes aside, and leaned over her on the bed. He kissed her lips. “I love you, too, princess.”