Apollo gets out of the car and walks around to my side.
I can’t get out of the car. If I do, I have no chance at all. Once I leave Seattle, I know it’s the beginning of the end.
ChapterThirteen
Apollo
Never stick your hand inside the cage of a wild animal.
I know better than this, and yet, as I reach into the car to pull Daphne out, the heel of her foot kicks me square in the nose, reminds me of that painful fact.
“Don’t touch me,” she screams, though her voice sounds hoarse and ragged.
Blinking back tears and tasting the blood gushing out of my nose into my mouth, I shout through clenched teeth, “Are you fucking kidding me?” Wiping away the blood, though more keeps coming, I call out for my driver. “Johnny, give me a hand, will ya?”
This little vixen clearly needs more of a lesson on what acting out gets you.
Wide-eyed and half naked, Daphne most certainly puts up a fight. She kicks, she punches, she even bites poor Johnny on the forearm. She isn’t going down without a fight, but a fight I will give her right back.
“Motherfucker!” she screams, kicking and slapping away at us as we both crouch into the car, attempting to pull her out.
I should have tied her up, and I’m sure Johnny agrees. But then again, are those the actions of ahusband?
I try not to laugh when sweat pours down Johnny’s forehead as the tough guy struggles against a wee little lass. Her panties are long gone, and she has not a care in the world that all her naughty bits are on full display as she attempts to fight us off. No one would believe this story if they weren’t seeing it firsthand.
Once we have her out of the car, I order, “Bend her over the hood of the car.”
Johnny does as I ask with very little effort. Now that Daphne isn’t in the backseat and at an odd angle for us to get a hold of, we once again have the upper hand with strength, and my six foot five inches tall driver who is nothing but a solid mass of muscle doesn’t have to even try hard to hold her over the hood and keep her in place.
Because her panties have been completely shed during her struggle, she is totally bare from the waist down. Johnny has already raised her dress when he bent her over. Her white ass still has blotches of pink from my earlier spanking with my hand. A spanking that clearly didn’t teach her a thing.
I unbuckle my belt and yank it through the loops in one big swoosh. The fact that Daphne looks over her shoulder at me tells me she knows what’s coming. Her eyes widen even more as her mouth falls open.
“Let me go,” she says as she tries to break free from Johnny’s hold. The brute of a man simply moves to the side but keeps her pinned down onto the hood and takes a hold of her hands in his.
“You better not hit me with that belt,” Johnny says with a chuckle. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”
I laugh even though blood still runs from my nose. “Don’t worry. I have the perfect target in front of me.”
I’m speaking of Daphne’s perfect ass. I had no intention of fucking her when this all began, but after seeing her ass bent over, spanking her wet pussy, and feeling her inner walls tighten around my finger as she mewled in want and in protest I seriously rethink that plan.
I glance around, making sure no approaching cars are coming or people in the distance. The pilot is inside the helicopter but at the angle it’s at, I doubt he can see us. I need to get her inside and take off for Heathens Hollow as quickly as possible, but I am also a man of my word and act immediately. I told her what I would do if she struck out at me, and she sure as fuck did that, so it’s time for her to pay for her crime.
I fold over the leather of the belt in my hand and approach.
“I warned you, princess.”
She remains silent, though I can see how hard she’s breathing and can almost hear the inaudible curses going on in her head. Part of me wants to listen to each and every one. I find her strength and fire damn sexy, even though my fucking nose throbs and could very well be broken.
The sound of leather on her backside is truly a beautiful sound. Lash after lash, I bring the belt down upon her naked ass.
Primal, raw, forbidden and yet so old-fashioned and pure.
Her body tenses with every whip of my belt, and she raises up on her toes, but she doesn’t plead for mercy. I think stronger men twice her size would have already cried out for me to stop.
But not Daphne.
I can hear her gasps with every blow of my leather, and I can see her flinching, but she never begs. She can’t move because of Johnny’s hold, but a part of me believes she would have submitted to my belting regardless of if I held her in place or not.