Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
The minute they were out the door Rebecca let loose.
The string of curses that fell on Mason's head would have made his toughest crew blush but Mason continued on undaunted.
He had too much to lose to stop now. It was all or nothing and he was determined to have it all, her love, devotion, a life-time commitment, the works.
Rebecca had her chance to talk this out like two adults and she refused to cooperate, wouldn't return his phone calls and had been generally a stubborn brat.
Now they'd do this his way, on his terms!
If she had any complaints she could shout them to the world, if she thought it would do any good.
Full of guilt and remorse he had tried in every way he knew to apologize and she wouldn't listen. If he had to take drastic measures, so be it.
Mason opened the passenger side door of his pick up and bending over plopped Rebecca down on the seat. Instantly her foot came up to deliver a hard kick, but he was ready for her.
“Tsk, tsk, is that any way for an elf to act,” he teased, grabbing both ankles in one large hand and swinging her legs into the truck. “Tis the season to be jolly you know.”
“I'm not your elf and I'm about as fucking far from jolly as I can get,” she shrieked at him, making a dive for the other door only to find he still held her firmly by the legs. In total frustration Rebecca lay across the seat kicking and screaming, pounding her fists into the upholstery.
Mason, unconcerned, climbed in over her, wrapped a muscular arm around her waist and pulled her upright as he took the driver’s seat.
He then reached across her squirming body for the seat belt.
Holding the buckle up in front of her, his breath coming hard and fast despite his superb physical condition he looked straight into her flashing eyes.
“We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It's entirely up to you, but you need to know right now that you’re coming with me one way or another.”
Rebecca's chest heaved with exertion. Sheer fury made her raise her hand to strike him. His reflexes were, as always, ready and he caught her wrist and snapped her arm down, clicking the belt firmly in place.
“Be careful, I'm 'old-fashioned' remember. If you don’t behave I’ll pull you right over my knees and spank you like the naughty girl you are.”
“You've already slapped me,” she informed him huffily. “I owe you one”.
Mason started the truck and turned to her in genuine surprise. “I've never slapped you.”
“Yeah, what do you call what you did in the center,” she demanded, rubbing her bottom. Mason's grin could be seen in the dim light of the dashboard.
“That was what my grandfather referred to as a 'love pat'. My grandmother could hardly walk by him without him... well never mind, we weren't supposed to notice. Must be hereditary.”
“Just do me a favor; from now on keep your 'love pats' to yourself, before you damage me permanently,” she told him angrily.
“That's something I would never do. I happen to think that part of your anatomy is perfect. But if you can’t tell the difference between that and a spanking, I obviously didn’t spank you hard enough, or long enough.
I’ll see what I can do to remedy that,” he scolded unsnapping her seatbelt and pulling her over his lap in about two seconds.
Before Rebecca could do anything but blush, Mason had her dress up and her tights and panties down around her knees, hobbling her legs quite effectively. Laying his hand on her beautiful ass was almost his undoing but he didn’t allow himself to be distracted.
“This is a spanking,” he stated matter of factly, bringing his hand down crisply and immediately seeing the large handprint.
“This is what happens to naughty girls who can’t seem to behave themselves,” he continued, spanking her with gusto.
“And if you continue to fight me and yell your head off like you’re doing right now, there will be quite an audience of senior citizens watching your lovely naked bottom become cherry red. ”
Rebecca blushed; glad that he couldn't see her reaction to his words as she quickly ceased wiggling and yelling, waiting for him to stop.
Mason watched her closely and as soon as she quieted he began to softly rub her bottom.
“Now this is a ‘love pat’”, he told her, gently slapping the warm flesh with just a touch of sting.
“This is what good girls get and believe it or not, it can be quite erotic,” he informed her, rubbing gently and then slapping each time she relaxed and let out a moan he was sure she wasn’t aware of.
Sliding his rough hand over her bottom he went just a little lower each time until finally he slipped his fingers between her thighs.
As he slid his long middle finger into her hot tight body he was immediately bathed with moisture.
Using his other hand Mason began a rhythm that had Rebecca sighing and moaning with absolute abandon.
Sliding in and out gently while lightly slapping her sensitive bottom had her rising up to meet one hand and plunging down to absorb the other.
Mason was now having difficulties of his own as her body repeatedly rubbed against his rock hard erection.
He wanted nothing more than to rip off her panties and lift her to straddle him, burying himself in her hot wet core.
Unfortunately, they were in the parking lot of the senior center where at any moment they could have an audience of several dozen elderly patrons.
Groaning Mason removed his wet fingers and gave Rebecca one last crisp smack that had her bouncing against him to get away from the sting.
“Now do you understand the difference between a spanking and a love pat, darling? If not I’ll have to continue this little demonstration when we get to our destination.”
She glared at him, but said nothing.
“Rebecca, do you understand?” he asked hoarsely while helping her adjust her clothes. He continued buckling her into her seat while she fumed in silence.
Rebecca seething, both in sexual frustration and indignation, responded hotly. “Yes Mason, I understand. No further demonstration will be necessary. Please go before you embarrass me further.”
Mason drove carefully while he removed his hat and beard and shrugged out of the hot Santa jacket.
“Just what is this little escapade supposed to accomplish?” she asked, rubbing her hands up and down her arms feeling the cold and occasionally sneaking one down to sooth her stinging backside.
Mason reached behind the seat and grabbed his jacket and a blanket, handing them to her before he answered.
“You and I have a lot of things to talk about honey, and since you wouldn't answer my calls and continued to avoid me, I felt I had to take desperate measures.”
“So talk,” she told him. “I'm listening.”
“With your ears maybe,” he replied with a snort. “I won’t be satisfied until you’re listening with your heart.”
The conversation failed after that. Rebecca pulled the blanket closer and quietly watched the big snowflakes falling on the windshield.
Mason had turned the heater on and between that and the steady swish of the wiper blades she began to feel drowsy.
Fatigue was taking its toll and she had almost fallen asleep when she noticed the patrol car turning the corner in front of them.
Suddenly sitting up in her seat Mason caught the movement.
“Forget it,” he told her as he hit the horn and waved at the officer in the car.
Recognizing the truck, Patrolman Marsh waved back.
He was on his way to the senior center to investigate an alleged kidnapping and he wasn't too happy about being called out on Christmas.
The first thing he intended to do when he got there was sample the punch and see just what those folks had been drinking. Kidnapped by Santa Claus? Right.
“I can't believe you told my seniors we'd been sleeping together,” Rebecca said accusingly. “I'll never be able to hold my head up after this.”
“I'm surprised it bothers a modern woman like you to have people know you sleep around. You being so independent and all,” he drawled, watching from the corner of his eye for flying objects.
“I do not sleep around,” she ground out, locking her fingers tightly together to keep from strangling him. “Just because I made the mistake of thinking we could have a mutually satisfying physical relationship like two responsible adults without one of us becoming possessive doesn’t mean....”
“Sweetheart, you haven't seen possessive yet,” he interrupted her, his blue eyes hot with a passion that rocked her to her toes, “because I intend to possess you in every way imaginable.”
Taking deep, calming breaths Rebecca tried to push the vivid images out of her mind but her body throbbed despite her efforts.
Damn him, she thought. Why did he have the power to arouse her as no one else could, even against her will?
How could that perfect body have a mind that belonged in the eighteen hundreds when men owned their women as they owned their property?
He must be a throwback to another century or something.
Is it so bad to be desired to the point he'd do anything to win you? A little voice questioned. Oh, shut up, she told-it, you’re not helping.
“Would it be too much to ask where you’re taking me?” she asked when she could speak without sounding breathless. They’d been heading north and the snow was falling so quickly the wipers could barely keep the windshield clean.
“We’re going up to Inlet. My friend has a cabin I can borrow for as long as I need it,” he said meaningfully.
“Inlet? In this weather? Are you out of your mind, that's another hour away? We could be stranded up there for days.”
“Yeah,” was his only response and he didn't sound the least bit repentant.
Rebecca settled back into her seat and decided not to antagonize him further. He needed all his attention on the slippery road.