Chapter 47
Chapter
Forty-Seven
Alana
We’ve been driving all afternoon, and I no longer feel any unease about where we’re going. Alejandro seemed to get more relaxed the farther we drove from LA. We stopped for a late lunch and got gas and groceries a few miles back.
We listen to the radio, and I enjoy watching the scenery go by. When we hit Santa Cruz, I wonder how much farther up the coast we’ll be going. I must fall asleep because it’s dusk when I open my eyes at Alejandro’s prompting.
“We’re here, princesa.” He squeezes my thigh, and I look around to find us parked next to a beautiful little house on the beach.
I rub my eyes. “Where are we?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” he says with a wicked grin.
Then, seeing the look of bewilderment on my face, he adds, “This is my secret hideaway. Nobody knows about it. I don’t get out here as much as I’d like, but one day I might just come out here and never go back.
” He stares through the windshield at the ocean.
It surprises me to hear him say that, given how dedicated he is to his family and their business. “You’re sure you could just up and leave everything and everyone behind?”
He turns in his seat and his eyes lock on my face. “Not everyone.” The way he says that has butterflies taking flight in the pit of my stomach. He shakes his head. “Daydreams, that’s all they are. Let’s get inside.”
He unclips his seatbelt and climbs out and I follow suit.
As I’m walking around to the opposite side of the car, he grabs me and presses me against the driver’s side door with the full weight of his body.
I can barely move, but I don’t dislike it.
It’s as though his brief moment of vulnerability made him determined to remind me who’s in control. As if I could ever forget.
He grips my jaw with one of his powerful hands and kisses me roughly. “Turn around.”
I obey quickly. Alone with him in the middle of god knows where, what choice do I have? At least that’s what I tell myself. In my heart, I know I submit to him because I want to.
I rest my hands on the roof of the car, and he pins me again, pressing my breasts to the window. He finds the hem of my dress and lifts it slowly off over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties.
The chill of the evening breeze dances over my skin and I shiver. Then his warm fingers are at my back, and he expertly removes my bra, letting my heavy breasts fall free. When he presses me back into the car, I gasp at the shock of cold glass on my hot skin.
“I think part of your punishment should be that you have no panties to wear for this entire trip. What do you think?” Before I can protest, he hooks his fingers in the sides of my lace panties and shreds them easily with his powerful hands.
I whimper with the need he’s already stoking in me as I stand naked and pressed to this beautiful machine that I’m sure I’m about to be fucked against.
“Open your legs,” he commands, and I obviously don’t respond quickly enough because he kicks at my ankles to hurry me along.
His hands roam my back and ass, and he grunts appreciatively. Despite the cool night air, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I writhe beneath his expert touch.
His delicious mouth is still pressed to my ear. “I’m going to give you your punishment now so we can enjoy the rest of our trip without you worrying about it. Okay?”
“Yes,” I say, struggling to believe that the idea of his punishment is nothing but thrilling to me.
He steps back, and I look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
“Face forward.”
I turn back and look out across the inky ocean. The moonlight creates silvery streaks along the gentle waves. It’s peaceful here, and I can see why he likes it so much.
The metal jangle of his belt buckle followed by the sound of leather rasping against fabric jolts me back to my reality. I brace myself for what’s about to happen, sure that he’s going to spank me with a belt right here. Right out in the open.
It’s only the thought of someone walking by and seeing us makes that makes me tense.
“What is it, princesa?” he asks, so attuned to my body.
“What if someone sees us?” I whisper like I’m afraid they might hear us too.
He moves my hair to the side and runs his nose down the back of my neck, making me shiver. “Do you think I’d let anyone see me spanking and fucking my wife? This beach is private. There’s no one here but you and me.”
His warmth disappears, and there’s nothing but the cold sound of leather slicing through air before his belt cracks across my ass cheeks. The sting is instantaneous, and I cry out, but I’ve barely had time to feel it when the second lash hits me.
Then the third.
The fourth.
Heat sears across my ass, making me thankful for the chill of the breeze.
But despite the pain, excitement sizzles through my veins.
It’s exhilarating and intoxicating to know that I am the reason this powerful man loses and yet maintains his control.
It’s an aphrodisiac, making me feel powerful and safe, which is bizarre given that he’s spanking me with his belt.
By the tenth stroke, I’m sure I can’t take much more. I wait for the next one, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I hear the belt drop to the ground, and I breathe a sigh of relief. His hands rub my burning skin, soothing the sting and igniting a whole different kind of fire in me.
He leans his body against mine, his hot mouth at my neck. “Do you know how fucking terrified I was when you called me? To hear you scared and alone after someone hurt you? I almost lost my damn mind. Don’t ever disobey me again.”
“I won’t. I’m sorry.”
The sound of his zipper opening has me spreading my legs wider, eager to take him. I’m rewarded a few seconds later by him pushing his rock-hard length inside me. He fills me so completely that I moan.
“You must like my belt, because you’re fucking soaked for me. I swear you enjoy these spankings as much as I do,” he growls, and my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck! You need to stop milking me with that tight little concha or you’re going to make me come before I can get you off.”
That gives me a wicked idea. I’m no longer interested in my own orgasm but only the desire to make him lose himself in me. It’s one of the few ways I’m able to exert any control over him, and I’m going to try it on and see how it feels.
Using my hands on the car as leverage, I rock back on my heels and take him as deep as I possibly can. Then I squeeze my pussy muscles around him, clenching and releasing over and over until he’s groaning in my ear.
“Fuck! Alana!” he shouts, his hips stilling as he comes inside me.
He grinds out the last of his climax, leaving me feeling triumphant. And when he leans against me, pulling my hair to one side so he can trail soft kisses up my neck, I all but melt into the car.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you just did, princesa. It’s a good thing your ass is already red from that spanking or you’d be getting another one.”
My face breaks into a wide grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He pulls out and hoists me over his shoulder like a caveman claiming his mate, making me giggle.
After he unlocks the front door, Alejandro carries me straight through to the bedroom and throws me down on the bed.
I only saw the place upside down, but it appears small and cozy.
“Bathroom is through there.” He indicates the doorway in the corner of the room.
“So run yourself a nice bath, get cleaned up, and soak those ass cheeks while I fix us some dinner.”
“I’d rather you joined me in the bath,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes.
He leans close, cupping my jaw with his hand. “That is a very tempting offer, which is why I’m getting out of here. We need to eat, and I still need to know what happened this morning.”
“Are you going to punish me again?” He was right about me enjoying his spankings, but I’m not sure my poor ass can take any more tonight.
His brow furrows, and he sits on the bed beside me.
“No. And I promise you that nothing you tell me is going to change that. You were punished for disobeying me and leaving the house without a bodyguard. The how and why you did it won’t change that, but I still need to know what caused you to be so reckless. ”
He says reckless—I say concerned about a child who needed my help. But I nod.
He stands and kisses the top of my head. “Good. Now enjoy your soak. I want that beautiful ass taken care of in case you decide to disobey me again.”
Alone, I lie back on the bed and sigh. The sheets are made of the softest cotton, a single painting of a stunning sunset hangs on the wall, the vibrant pinks, oranges, and blues stark against the white plaster.
And it’s so quiet. Two days here with Alejandro all to myself feels like a gift from the heavens, and I’m determined to enjoy every second of it.