Chapter 5
Rafael
“Fine. Then lie down on the hood instead, where everyone can see your naked ass as they drive past.” I smile as I advance on her. She’s not small but she is a foot shorter than me, which helps when I want to dominate a woman.
I’ve wanted her on her knees before me since the first day I saw her.
The embassy? She thinks that’s an option.
I need to tell her why it’s not. I’ve been lying by omission. Once I say that, everything I’ve done and everything she wants to do will change. Let’s how far I can get with this. Just for shits and giggles, as they say.
That first day she was trembling, fearful, yet already showing signs of an unusual strength. And tonight, she tried to take on a man twice her size. Being even-tempered but asking little of her while she recovered was kind, but I’m past being gentle.
“Hey.” Georgia whispers as she reverses course until her back meets the frame of the door.
Let’s be a little cruel. See what flavor she likes.
Defiant, she tilts up her head to meet my gaze, and that little sneak of her tongue as she parts her lips—the body language is promising.
“Decide.” I lean in and grab the top of the wide-open door, take a half step until my knee brushes her leg through the dress. “Here, or out there.”
That I know she has no panties on, and I could just upend her and take her…fuck, this is taking all my patience.
“I don’t work like that.”
“No?” I’m not sure what she means, though my English is excellent.
“You don’t like being punished? Some need it and say it makes them feel centered.
It’s not always the pain. Though to handle you right”—I lean in closer and she leans back—“the man you are with has to know you back to front, inside and outside. Maybe sideways?” I say softly, waiting for her usual smartass answer.
She’s listening, saying nothing. Her eyes search my face.
I kiss her forehead, run my belt-holding hand up into her hair behind her ear. “I want to know you like that. If you don’t want this, let me hear you say it.”
The stiff loop of the belt brushes her cheek, headlights flash past. As she eyes the leather, her nostrils dilate. “I…don’t.”
“You’re lying again.” I nudge my knee between her legs. She stops backing away and places her palm on my chest. I put mine over hers, trapping the leather of the belt between us, and reminding myself that I could use it to tie those hands of hers.
“Can you feel my heart beating?” I smile when she finally breaks the lock on my gaze and dips her head. “That could be beating for you.”
“Corny.”
I chuckle. There it is.
“You don’t know me, Rafael. We’re strangers.”
“No, we are not.”
“Your fraternity, Juniper told me about it, the things that happen at your parties. I’ve never done anything that extreme and it was your people who kidnapped me.” She whispers the last part. “You know what they did to me.”
I release the door and press my knuckles under her chin, raising her head. Are those tears in her eyes?
“I do know, yes. And we are far from strangers. I’ve seen you almost in pieces at that house where we found you.
I’ve seen you drag yourself out of despair and grit your cute little teeth at danger, and try to knife that guy at the house.
Are you going to let them ruin you forever, even in death? I know why you were on that boat.”
“You can’t.” She’s almost pouting and I laugh.
“Alden. He mightn’t have gone but he said that night on the yacht was pushed as a party that’d be soaked in kink, sadism, and a lot of come.
You want to tell me that was not you? You walked through the cabins with your nose in the air?
Stepped over the bodies and fucked no one?
Got spanked or tied up by no one? Crawled for no man? Or woman?”
Now I’m imagining her doing that and have made myself unhappy. I want her, all of her.
“Answer me, Georgia. Yes or no?”
She stares up at me with her teeth skimming her bottom lip.
“I see. Stop lying to me. Stop running from me.” I slip my hand downward to wrap it around her throat, restraining myself from doing anything more than holding her there and keeping her hand on my chest.
“I… Maybe I did some things… But you’re worse.” She blows some hair off her face and scowls at me. “Besides, I can’t. I need time to figure out where I’m at.”
I understand. I just don’t have more time to give her. If I was the only one deciding her fate, sure. I’m not.
“Here’s my prescription. You need more human contact, and you like being tied up then made to...
” On purpose I stop there, smiling down at her while I tighten my grip on her neck—just enough for her to know I have her under control.
There’s the smallest squirm of her ass. I brush up and down her neck with my thumb.
The swallow I feel beneath my hand is a gift.
She’s nervous or turned on, or both. I like both.
I release the hand she planted on my chest but keep her throat.
“What I could do to a girl who couldn’t run away…”
She trails fingertips over my throat-holding wrist. “Belting my ass isn’t touching.” Her frown that comes and goes seems to be for herself. “And yes, I have had that done to me.”
The answer I hoped for. She was into kink. I can be patient if she’s under my protection. The reward is worth it. But I can’t have her running away again.
“Fucking noted. You absolutely deserve to be chastised and left with some beautiful…red…stripes on you.” I let her hand slip from my chest before I carefully drape my belt over her shoulder, then I reach around her hip, grasp her ass cheek, and dig in my fingers.
She doesn’t try to duck away and the air between us heats with each breath we take. Her thighs shift. I can read this woman like a slutty open book.
“You’re breathing hard for someone not interested in kink.” As I say this, I brush my hand up her neck to run my thumb slowly along her bottom lip, and when she opens her mouth, I slip my thumb inside. “One, two, three…” I bump it across the hard edges of her teeth, counting them.
When her wet tongue meets my skin the shock of it shoots southward. My dick suddenly needs adjusting.
I lean in and kiss her ear. “My cock is going in there before the end of this week. Or this day.”
She gasps and tries to jerk backward, fails.
“Now, turn the fuck around.” I inject some venom into that. “Lean over the damn seat. And pull up your dress. Then wait. I’m studying your sweet ass before I do anything to it.” If I do anything.
I might toy with her then leave her aroused all the way to the estate.
“And if I don’t?”
I retrieve the belt and loop it around her nearest wrist, through the buckle, pull it tight. “Tease me and you learn fast not to.”
She stares at the belt for four or five seconds before speech returns. “No. No. This is crazy. Just take me to the embassy.”
“I can’t.” There it is. I said it.
“What?” Dumbfounded, she gapes at me. “Why not?” Fist clenched, she tries to yank her hand free, but gets nowhere.
“You know your passport is fake and has the wrong name.”
“I thought that was because I never officially left.” Wheels are clearly spinning in her mind. “Does anyone even know I am missing?”
I shake my head.
“I can explain it to them. Please. Take me there?”
“No.”
“Why. Not.”
“Because…” She would’ve worked this out eventually.
The leather circling her wrist is screaming at me to do more. My inner stupid says ignore her protests and just do what I want to her. I slap it down. That’s not me.
“Because what?”
“I’ve been instructed by the Fraternity that you can never be released.
” I say this carefully so there will be no mistakes.
“You’re a danger to them because of the criminal acts that occurred.
I agreed to be your keeper, your guardian, whatever you want to call it.
And yes, my family benefits. The alternative is someone you don’t know keeping you locked away. ”
“Your family benefits? This is just nuts! You can’t do this! You’re no better than Shawn or Zasha!” She tries to pull loose from me and remove the belt, so I turn her around, pin her to the seat, and tie her hands together with the belt.
It’s what I wanted to do anyway, and her dress has slipped upward in the struggle, baring one ass cheek, so my cock is pulsing and telling me to just…
“Rafael? Let me go, please?”
“I can’t.” I straighten, keeping my knee partly on her butt while I swipe back my hair, clear my throat. “Shush.” I recheck the road and the cars are ignoring us still. No guarantee no one will get curious, but I have to talk to her. “Come here.”
I haul her out and move her into the back seat then slip in beside this furious woman.