Page 202 of LA King

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.