Cole chuckled darkly. “Oh, honey. That would only be them getting off to a good start. What I’ve seen those men do would make your toes curl.”
She turned her chin away from him defiantly.
Quickly, he tugged her closer. Fear raced through her eyes as if she feared punishment, as with her last act of defiance.
“No, I’m not spankin’ you right now, little girl,” he said. “Though if you keep it up, you will earn a trip over Daddy’s knee. No, it seems you’re still angry over what I said earlier.” He pulled her head down to his ear. “Darlin’, it’s nighttime. I still owe you a reward. And I’ll give it to you.” His voice dipped low as he whispered in her ear. “But they’re watchin’.” They could see but they could hear nothing but low murmurs, so he would have to use that to his advantage.
She started and whispered back, “Who’s watching?”
He took a deep breath and exhaled, whispering, “Pearson. The guy that brought us to this room.”
Her eyes widened, as he pulled her head down and crushed her mouth with his. He pushed her over to the bed, and gently but firmly made her lay back on the bed as he straddled her. Her breath came in gasps as her eyes widened, but she did not protest. She gasped, but his hand went to her mouth and he hushed her, speaking in a low whisper in her ear that couldn’t be heard by anyone but her. “I’m gonna take you, Aida. Take you while they watch. But I want you to fight me. You need to struggle. Struggle, girl. It’s for your own good,” he said.
She shook her head from side to side, her eyes wide and frightened, and he guessed anyone who was peering in at a distance would think that she was resisting him. But he knew she wasn’t shaking her head to feign resistance, but saying that she wouldn’t cooperate. She was defying him.
“Aida,” he warned, but she continued to glare and shake her head. Lifting his hand, he brought it down with a sharp crack to her thigh. She squealed, and he spanked her again.
“Struggle,” he hissed in her ear.
Her eyes narrowed and she froze in place, not moving. She didn’t believe him. Did she think he was lying?
So that was how it would be, then.
He took both of her hands and pinned them by her sides as his lips found hers. She moaned beneath him, her tongue meeting his as he took her mouth hard. She pushed her hands against him but could hardly move while he straddled her. It was an easy matter to overpower her. She wiggled helplessly beneath him, but it wasn’t real enough yet, it wasn’t desperate. The struggle had to be real and convincing.
He rolled off of her, sat on the bed, and hauled her straight over his lap. She squealed as he yanked her skirts up and her drawers down.
“No!” she screamed.
Now they were getting somewhere.
She flailed an arm helplessly back, her hand trying to slap his away, but he deftly pinned her hand to her lower back and slapped her naked backside, not pausing to even catch his breath as blow after blow fell. It would show those who watched him that he was in charge, in control, and that she was his captive.
He knew he was being a brute, but he also knew that playing the part of brute would be most convincing.
Yanking a fistful of her hair up, he pulled her head up.
“You gonna do what Daddy says now?” he growled, releasing her hand. She tried to get up, but he kept her in position with a hand on her lower back.
“Go to hell,” she hissed, her skirts falling as she twisted herself on his lap, layers of dress and petticoats getting in his way.
The clothes would have to go.
He pushed her off his lap, standing her in front of him. Spinning her around, he quickly leaned down and removed a dagger from his boot.
“Don’t move,” he hissed. “You move, and you’ll get hurt.Fuckinghell, girl,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ll do as you’re told. It’s for your own good, to prove you’re my captive. They can’t think I have feelings for you.”
He had to move quickly before she realized what he was doing. Dipping the tip of the dagger at the laced bodice in the back, he drew it down with one firm tug, expertly avoiding her sensitive skin and effectively slashing her dress clean down the center. He was prepared for her gasp and braced for her to jerk or spin around, but fortunately she chose this time to obey. Holding his dagger in his right hand, with his left he pushed her dress over her shoulders, tearing the clothes off of her until she stood in front of him stripped and naked, her undergarments pooled at her feet. She crossed her arms on her chest, glaring at him, her cheeks aflame with anger. He wanted to pull her close to him and cover her, the thought of Pearson seeing her like this infuriating. But he had to make it look real, had to show them what he was capable of.
“Don’t move, Aida,” he hissed. She reared back and slapped him as hard as she could, straight across his face. He could feel the snap in his jaw and the flare of pain, which he quickly shook off.
Grasping her quickly around the waist, he hauled her over to him as he got to his feet. Pushing her to the bed belly down, she was now lying over the edge. She gasped at the sound of his buckle clasp. In a matter of seconds, his belt whizzed through the loops on his trousers. His cock was already rock hard, and spanking her would make him even harder. He doubled over his belt, holding her in place on the bed with his hand on her back. Quickly, he delivered a hard lash. She yelped and protested, but he easily overpowered her as before, lifting the belt again and administering another searing swat.
She yelled, squirming underneath him, but he ignored her, the heady excitement of overpowering her intermingling with the need to prove himself to Pearson by making her fight him. Another hard lash fell, then another, her bottom now a deep cherry red as the sound of leather hitting her bare skin resounded in the small room.
After a dozen searing lashes, he threw his belt on the floor. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to kiss her, and rock her, and call her Daddy’s little girl. He wanted to turn her over, bury his face in her sweet pussy until she grasped his hair and screamed in ecstasy. But no. No, she had to submit to him or all would be lost.
She was momentarily without fight on the bed, having been stripped and spanked, so he took the opportunity to quickly unfasten his trousers. He leaned in and whispered in her right ear, the opposite from where the others could see.