Captive, Mine(7)

It was time to teach her to obey him, too.

Watching the road once more, he brought the truck up to just under seventy. Willing himself to calm, he visualized what needed to be done next. There was so little time, and yet being careful, calm was so important. Swiftness, precision, decisiveness. He’d need all of them to get them to safety. And he’d need a little luck too.

Once the scenery turned from suburban to rural, he took an exit that looked suitably deserted, driving away from the freeway until he found a turnabout spot partially screened by a dense stand of tall evergreens. The gravel was loud under his tires as the truck bounced over the edge of the shoulder. It was far enough off the road to be relatively secluded, but not so far as to raise suspicion. He parked and got out, laying both hands on the hot hood and inhaling deeply, the air smelling faintly of the cedars soaring above them.

It was time she learned that first lesson.

Opening the rear passenger door on the driver’s side, he climbed in, closing it behind him, the air inside still, quiet. Her chest heaved with her panicky breathing, her nostrils flaring. Her body leaned against her door, as far from him as she could get.

“When I tell you to do something, Ms. Cross, you’d damn well better do it.” He brought his face closer to hers, inhaling the clean scent of her perfume. He spoke slowly, steel in his voice.

“You’re going to learn to start obeying me. And you want to know why? Because it’s going to keep us alive, but more importantly, you’ll do it because I told you to. Do you understand?”

Her eyes grew wide, and she looked down at the tape. He reached for it, curling fingers under one corner. “I’ll pull this back, and I’d better hear the words: ‘Yes, Sir’” His fingers yanked it to the side, leaving it to hang from her flushed cheek

“Fuck, that hurts!” She reached up with her cuffed hands, running fingertips along her lips.

“Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear.” He batted her hands away, stilling her with a fist twisting in her hair and a slap of the tape back over swollen, reddened lips. “That’s going to cost you.”

Her eyes narrowed, and enraged, but unintelligible, squalling erupted from behind the tape, two utterances sounding suspiciously close to “asshole.”

Not a quick learner, this one.

He found he rather appreciated that — but first it was time to get the beautiful woman’s attention. Sliding toward the middle of the rear bench seat, he deftly unlatched her belt. She moved instantly, trying to lunge forward. He threaded his fingers into the rich, silky weight of her hair then clenched his fist. She froze, her eyes squeezing shut with a pained grunt.

Yanking roughly, he pulled her down, drawing her over his lap. Her cuffed hands pushed at his lap as she tried to rise, but he grasped them by the chain linking her wrists, and hauled her hands out in front of her. He yanked her blouse from the clutch of her dark jeans, rucking it up to expose the satin paleness of her lower back.

She kicked out, hard, her heel connecting against the door with a loud thud, and she pushed against it with surprising strength. He twisted his fist in her hair further, and she squealed once more. Pulling one leg from beneath her struggling body, he laid it over the back of her kicking legs, clamping down on them until only her feet drummed against the door. He leaned over her, his lips at her ear.

“You’ll lie still, or it’ll be worse for you. Nobody knows you’re out here. Nobody. Be good, and this’ll be quick.”

Though he wanted this lesson to get through to her, part of him hoped very much that she’d defy his order.

Of course, she struggled and squirmed, no matter how fruitless it was. He allowed himself a grim smile at her fire, knowing it was going to make things all the harder — but knowing it made things all the more interesting too.

The jeans she wore hugged her figure well, and up close, he got the first good glimpse at it. Despite her petite build, her ass was actually quite generous, plump and round, the jeans displaying its curves enticingly.

Survival first, Lake. Then you can indulge yourself.

But that wasn’t quite true. She needed to learn — and the faster, the better — that doing what she was told was vital for her, for her very survival — and it was vital for the comfort of that little bubble butt she’d been hiding too.

He’d teach her a lesson, but there was nothing wrong with enjoying himself while he did it.

Pushing her head down steadily, he held her by the hair at the base of her skull, not allowing her an inch of movement. He brought his hand down on her jeans-clad ass once, then again, harder. The rough fabric stung his palm.

She froze, a puzzled little sound coming from behind the tape. Then, as if a switch had been turned on, her entire body writhed in every direction, her hips rising and falling as she struggled against the iron grip of his legs. He felt his cock stir as she moved against him, the feeling of overpowering her with his strength speaking to something deep inside himself he hadn’t known was there.

Kidnapping her wasn’t enough? Are you planning on adding rapist to your rap sheet too?

He didn’t even answer such a ridiculous question, didn’t need to. All he intended to do was teach this spirited little woman what happened when she defied him. His fingers insinuated under the waistband of her jeans, the smooth, soft flesh against the back of his hand. He hauled on them, trying to pull them off, but they hugged her hips too tightly. She screeched again, struggling even harder.

“Oh no. I’m not going to fuck you, Lily. Not yet.” He reached around her hip, fingers searching for the button in front, undoing it. “But your jeans are giving you way too much protection.”

A lost whimper escaped the tape as he worked the jeans roughly down, exposing more of her pale flesh to his gaze. Then he saw the little dark swatch of fabric between her buttocks and laughed.

“A thong? You little slut, Lily.” The black lace had worked partially off as he’d pulled down her jeans some more. He yanked the jeans fully clear of her ass, letting them bunch where his thigh clamped down on her legs. His fingers snatched up the lace, and he ripped it down her thighs too, leaving it in a tangled bundle with her jeans.

Her bottom was even more beautiful than he’d imagined: soft, smooth, but its contours surprisingly broad and lush for so slight a frame. Between the tense, trembling thighs, the dark slot below her buttocks invited, hinting at the hidden sex, calling to him despite how wrong this all was.

Get it done, Lake.

“I’d never have guessed you were hiding an ass like this. Little thing like you?” His hand smoothed over the curve of one hip, and she grew very still at the touch of his hand to her warm, bare skin. “That’s better. Lie quiet now, and we’ll get this over with, Lily.”

He palmed the soft curve of her buttock, enjoying the feel of her for just a moment. His cock was fully at attention now, and he tried to ignore it — there’d be time to think about what to do about that later.

Then he began.

He slapped her bottom slowly at first, getting a feel for how hard he needed to smack. Each spank rang out crisply in the confines of the quiet cab, her body vibrating with each blow. He watched the way her white bottom jiggled at each slap, the rich flesh wobbling as he smacked one cheek then the other. He covered each cheek thoroughly with slaps until the flesh glowed a uniform red. His palm rested over the fleshiest part of her bottom.

“What do you think we’re up to here, Lily? Do you understand how much danger we’re in?”

She snarled unintelligibly behind the tape, arching up, her feet kicking the door.

He spanked her faster then, landing hard smacks in a methodical fashion, making sure the whole of one cheek burned, the color deepening to scarlet, then marching another flurry of smacks up and down the other cheek. He traced a finger along two raised welts left by his blows. Her thighs trembled under his leg, her cries growing more plaintive.

“The first thing you need to learn is to listen.” He landed a harsh blow where her plump buttock met sleek thigh, the flesh bounding, the scream muffled by the tape. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. You don’t argue with me. Ever.”

His palm cracked down on the same spot three times in quick succession on the lower part of her far bottom cheek, the flesh blazing under his hand, wrenching more cries from her.

“You’re not Daddy’s little girl out here. You’re lost at sea. And I’m your only hope of making it home, Lily.” He landed two smacks to the tender flesh of each thigh, and she reared up, shrieking again. “Get it through your head, Ms. Cross. I’m all you’ve got, and if you don’t start acting like it, you’re going to be spending a lot of time with a very sore ass.”

Truthfully, he was going comparatively easy on her, but she didn’t need to know that. Once he got her to their destination, he’d be able to deal with her more effectively, more strictly — how he really wanted to go about demonstrating her new role in life. As pleasing as this little spanking was, she had a lot more — and worse — to look forward to once he finally got them to safety.

There, she’d finally understand she’d been dropped into the deep end of the pool.

He tightened his grip on her hair, pausing to stroke her bottom, the heat radiating from her skin like a furnace. He laid the comparatively cool back of his hand across her inflamed buttocks, and she tensed, whimpering. The feel of her flesh made his cock throb, the hard bulge pressing to her naked hip. He knew he shouldn’t let her know this was turning him on — he wasn’t quite sure what that meant anyway — but getting her through this, getting this message across was more important.