“Punish…me?” she asked, a shiver moving through her, but much to her surprise it was a shiver from anticipation, not fear. She planted her hands on her hips, struggling to hold her ground. “Just how do you plan on punishing me?”
For a brief second she thought she saw the corner of his mouth curl up in a grin, but his steely control was back in place when he said, “By taking my hand to your bare ass.”
“Oh, God,” she squeaked out, a rush of sexual energy hitting her hard. She gulped air, and before she could get her head on straight, the vision of her draped over his lap, her ass up in the air as he spanked her, had her body quivering, almost violently.
Mr. Montgomery looked past her shoulder, and gestured with a nod. She turned to see Michael waiting for her.
“Right this way, ma’am,” he said and even though she didn’t want to follow him, she needed reprieve from Mr. Montgomery and the raw, sexual energy he emitted—not to mention the way it took her from a professional woman to a wanton hussy in seconds flat.
Hoping her legs didn’t fail her, she made her way to her room. She took in the huge bed with its cushiony, plush bedding and pillows, then turned to see the walkout deck with its magnificent view of the ocean. On her right she spotted a private bathroom, but unfortunately her suitcase was nowhere to be found.
She turned to Michael, who pressed his hands together and said, “Please, make yourself at home. If you require anything, anything at all, press the intercom and I’ll see to your needs.”
“What I need are my belongings.” she said.
“Mr. Montgomery will supply you with all you need during your stay.” He gestured toward the bed, then disappeared into the hall, closing the door behind himself. Rebecca spun around and spotted a phone on the bedside table. So she wasn’t a prisoner after all, and really could get off if she wanted to.
Her heart jumped and she hurried to it, but then another thought had her steps slowing. Getting off would require staying…
A low tortured moan caught in her throat and she stopped at the edge of the bed. That’s when she noticed the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen splashed across her bedspread. Colored with vibrant streaks of blue and green, ocean hues that would accentuate her dark hair and blue eyes perfectly, she couldn’t help but reach for it.
She touched the silky material and brought it to her face. God, it felt like butter on her skin. She shivered as she checked the tag, only to discover it was her size exactly. How? When? She held it up against her body and looked for a mirror, but then realized what she was doing. She dropped the silk back on to the bed, shook her head to get it on straight, and reached for the phone. She was not, under any circumstances, going to put on that damn dress—no matter how rich and luxurious it was —and meet that overbearing man for brunch. Nor was she going to spend one more second thinking about total and utter submission, the punishment that came with disobedience or what his large palm would feel like on her bare ass.
She didn’t think…
Sunshine glistened on the Atlantic waves and a refreshing breeze washed over Quinn’s body as he restlessly paced back and forth on the outside patio overlooking the ocean. Dressed for brunch in a collared shirt, and beige khaki shorts, he glanced at the beautifully set table for two, the salads and smoked salmon that Ester had prepared earlier now wilting in the late morning heat. He shook his head. Rebecca would most definitely be punished for her tardiness. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time, and while he knew she would come, he wondered what was taking her so long.
He’d purposely put her in a room with a phone, knowing if she wanted off this island all she’d have to do was pick up the receiver and make a call. But every instinct he possessed told him she wouldn’t, and his instincts had never let him down before, in his business world or in his private one.
From the way her lush body had quivered when he spoke of spankings to the way those translucent blue eyes of her had lit with intrigue when he asked for total and utter surrender spoke volumes. She was desperate for a man to strip away the cool reserve she wore like a shield, to take all decisions out of her hands and give her what she wanted. She just didn’t know what it was that she wanted yet. And soon enough she’d come to understand that this set up wasn’t about kidnapping, it was about rescuing.
He pushed his hair off his head and made a move to go collect her, but when he turned she was standing in the doorway, the dress he’d had his assistant pick out earlier that morning showcasing lush curves that she foolishly kept hidden beneath severe, unflattering clothing. His cock throbbed, but unfortunately, it was too soon to take her. The submissive woman buried deep inside needed to be coaxed out slowly, carefully, because the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her off.