Escape From Paradise (27 page)

Colin was no prude, but this room gave him a bit of the fucking creeps, followed closely by the swelling of his cock. Like everything else in this villa, he had dueling feelings—pushing and pulling inside him. Repulsion and curiosity.

He stepped in and watched as Marco moved around the space, running his hand over a hanging whip, then a cane. He stopped next to a rounded
thing
Colin could only imagine someone being bent over, and he turned to face him.

“Have you ever punished a female, Señor Douglas?”

“Ah.” Colin cleared his throat. “No, Señor Ruiz. I have not.”

Marco’s lip quirked up and he cocked his head. “Which of these fine instruments can you envision yourself using?”

“Actually…I was thinking more along the lines of a good old fashioned hard spanking.” He held up his hand.

Marco paused, then began chuckling, which quickly turned to an infectious laughter. Even the two stone faced bodyguards behind them laughed. Colin smirked, wondering how much of a fool he was making of himself, but Marco came over and patted his shoulder, giving it a hard squeeze and pointing at him.

“I like you, Señor Douglas. You are what they call a breath of fresh air around here.”

Colin grinned, but kept himself guarded as Marco continued.

“You never did get to tell me if my amigo’s lovely Russian girl could provide inspiration for you?”

Colin thought about lying, but his candid truths are what seemed to have earned Marco’s trust thus far. Marco was the type of man who could probably smell bullshit the second it left someone’s mouth. Slowly, with care, Colin shook his head. “Your Angel is the only female who has been able to do that for quite some time.”

Marco’s voice was soft, contemplative. “So, she’s your muse, then?”

“It seems so.”

“And you’re willing to punish her?”

“I am if she needs to learn a lesson that will keep her safe.” Colin felt a nudge of intuition, urging him forward. “Although I’m curious…as to why she is the only slave not permitted outdoors.”

Marco pursed his lips, looked to the side, and was silent for a few moments. Colin wondered if he’d pushed too far, but he needed to appear as if he didn’t know the truth.

“My Angel,” Marco began, “is special. She came to me in a rather unexpected way, and I’ve had to keep her protected from those who would threaten to steal her. No one can know she’s here.”

Colin’s blood pumped harder with the heat of indignation, but he continued to play his part. “I see.”

“Do you? Because it’s often difficult for
me
to see when it comes to Angel.”

Was that guilt Colin heard in Marco’s voice? Well, his guilt was a worthless commodity seeing as Angela was still held captive, so Colin wasn’t about to soften his stance against the bastard.

Marco cleared his throat as if he’d said too much. “Are you certain you won’t use an instrument? As far as our punishments go, hand spankings are not…conventional.”

Shite. “Unless you’re opposed, I’m quite certain. If it’s all the same to you.”

“Your hand,” Marco said with a chuckle. “Twenty strikes should be enough. I trust you to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”

“One I’ll never forget, as well, I’m sure,” Colin said with reluctance, but Marco laughed and cupped his shoulder again.

“The first punishment is always one to be remembered. And if you enjoy dominating in such a way, you’ll crave that feeling the rest of your days.”

Trepidation and ecstasy intertwined up Colin’s spine. He cleared his throat.

“Where is the punishment to take place?”

Marco opened a hand toward the room. “In here.” Then he looked at Collin and chuckled once again. “Ah, Señor, you have a romantic artist’s heart. Would you prefer your room?”

Collin knew Marco would be watching no matter which room of the villa they were in, so if he was offering a more comfortable place than this cold torture chamber, Collin would accept. “Yes. The room would suite me better, I think.”

Marco nodded.

“I’ll have the girl delivered to you once she’s been prepared. As I said, this will be her first true anal experience. She’s quite frightened by the prospect, so you may meet some resistance.” Marco paused, holding Colin’s eyes. “Take her by force, if you must.”

A dark thrill shot straight to Colin’s crotch and he was so angry at himself for feeling it that he couldn’t speak.

Good God…could he really go through with this? Then again, he didn’t have any options for getting out of it. Anal sex would not be easy to fake.

Marco kept going. “Although I hardly doubt it will come to that. She seems more than willing to enjoy every moment she can with you.” Half of Marco’s mouth lifted.

“Is that…out of the ordinary?”

Marco chuckled. “It is, indeed. Angel is good at what she does, but she has not warmed to it the way I’d hoped. Until you showed.”

When Marco cocked a complimentary eyebrow, Colin responded with a grin, because that’s how a stupid cunt should react. But inside he was overheating. He was good at calling bluffs, and Marco seemed to be telling the truth. The thought of Angela hating every second of her life here, but putting on a show for these men…and then the idea that she had warmed to him. That she enjoyed him. He liked that thought.

“Thank you,” Colin said, sticking out his hand. Marco clasped it and they shook.

“Thank
you
, Señor Douglas. This works out well. If anyone can open her eyes to the wonders of her own body, it’s you.” They released hands. “It would be helpful if you could get her to tell you why she behaved as she did.”

Colin nodded. He intended to find out.

“Oh, and one more thing…don’t let her come.”

Colin froze at that. He couldn’t imagine that the girl would be aroused considering she feared what was to come, but he nodded again.

He left Marco and headed to his room, feeling partly nervous like a virginal fucking laddie, and partly ill with dread. Under normal circumstances he’d be thrilled at the prospect of anal sex. This, however, was anything but normal. She fucking cried when Marco told her what was happening. And then he’d hit her. Only a small cuff to the cheek for effect, but it still made Colin want to come out of his skin and strangle the fuckface.

Who used anal sex as a punishment? Had he been holding her anal virginity over her head the whole time she’d been here? Sick fucking bastard.

By the time Colin got to his room he was pacing with anger at the entire situation. He rubbed a hand over his face, then over his head. What the fuck was he going to do? He was in far over his head here. He’d never planned to touch the girl, much less be her first sexual anything. And was he really going to whip her? With his own hand? Bloody hell!

The worst part—the part that made him want to die a painful death—was that he couldn’t deny the excitement he felt underneath all the anger and apprehension and guilt. He wanted to touch her again, in any form. And he couldn’t get it out of his head that she might like it, as well.

As if that excused any of it. Yes, it would fucking blow if she was appalled by him—if she hadn’t “warmed” to him. But it was still wrong, no matter how he tried to spin it. Colin feared he’d go to his grave with the sins of this week staining his soul. And the worst had yet to pass.

A knock on the door signaled the worst was about to begin.

When he opened the door Angela was naked with her head down, her arm being held by Luis. She was still in those damned sexy pigtails, and her hands were tied at the wrist in front of herself. She was trembling and pale. Luis released her and gave Colin a nod.

“Go in,” Colin told the girl. She shuffled past him and he closed the door. Angela went to the middle of the room and gingerly lowered to her knees. He had a perfect view of her from behind, and his eyes went straight to her rounded arse and the sparkling, large crystal nestled between those perfect cheeks.

What the fuck?

It took him a moment to realize she’d been plugged. And ah, God, if that didn’t go straight to his cock. He supposed that’s what they meant by “preparing” her. Probably gave her an enema too, knowing how thorough Marco was about the cleanliness of his people. Colin slowly walked around her. He propped one hip on the side of the small bed and looked down at her.

“Tell me what happened outside today.”

Angela jumped when he spoke, but she didn’t look up at him. She most likely wouldn’t unless he told her to.

When she opened her mouth she spoke in Spanish. “My master called on me to be ready, and so I was. I was waiting to be of service…and then…”

A shudder passed over her and she seemed to shrink herself smaller. The sight squeezed at his chest. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. He knew it was necessary to the moment, but it fucking killed him.

“And then what?” he prompted.

“And then…I saw…” her voice went a little raspy with fear. “I saw another servant girl with you.” Colin struggled to understand each word she said as she went on quickly, her voice quaking in Spanish. “And I wanted to be sure my Master knew I was there…if I was needed.”

Heat poured over Colin and his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

She’d seen him with another girl and been jealous.

Holy fucking shite. He hadn’t seen that coming. Something overcame him then—a softness like feathers falling in his chest. He refused to open himself to it. He couldn’t afford to be soft for anyone in his life. Especially not now.

He rubbed his face and then cleared his throat.

“You knew you shouldn’t have come down there. You knew you were breaking your master’s rule.”

Her jaw trembled and she nodded. Part of him was pissed off that she’d been so impulsive, putting them both in this situation. He felt like a right arse for being frustrated at her actions. She’d been driven by emotion, and emotions were dangerous, flimsy things. Look where it had landed them. For that moment, he allowed himself to give in to that feeling of frustration. He would need that mood to get him through what was to come next.

“Stand up and come to me.”

His heart pounded as she stood on shaking legs and walked forward. She still hadn’t lifted her head. With two fingers, Colin motioned her closer until she stood directly between his legs.

“Look at me,” he said on impulse.

When she lifted her eyes and their gazes met he wanted to backpedal, tell her to look away again. It was too intimate. She was too real, too full of emotion. Too close.

“You understand why you’re being punished?” His voice was low.

“Sí, Señor,” she whispered.

He motioned with his chin toward his leg that was resting partially on the bed.

“Bend over.”

He heard her light breathing go ragged as she reached out and placed her bound hands on the bed, nestling her lower stomach against his thigh. In truth, he was struggling to contain his own breathing. Seeing her splayed out at his mercy sent fucking endorphins marathoning through his body and straight to his head.

She sucked in a breath and tensed when one of his hands rested on her lower back to hold her in place, and the other hand circled the soft, creamy skin at the bottom of one arse cheek. He raised his hand and brought it down with a loud
smack
. Angela gasped and tensed again. His second slap landed in the same spot on the other side. He methodically worked his way from the bottom up, one side after the other, trying not to hit the same direct spot more than once.

Colin couldn’t deny the primal sense of power he felt dispersing punishment to someone at his mercy. Someone meek and gorgeous who knew he had control and didn’t try to fight it.

Angela was a good, quiet girl for the first ten strikes. She panted and shut her eyes. Her forehead creased in discomfort, but she made no noise.

When the eleventh
smack
sounded she let out her first whimper. Colin knew it must have hurt, because his hand was stinging. The skin on her arse had blossomed red in response to each strike, and Colin found the series of marks strangely beautiful. But what was even more surprising was the way the twelfth slap elicited a pained moan, and he could have sworn her hips arched against his thigh. As if she were turned on.

He’d been at half-mast the entire spanking, but the feel of her rubbing herself nearly made his cock punch through his shorts. He stretched his hand, flexing his fingers and making a fist several times. And then raised it again.

Smack
.

Ah, shit, shit, shit, that hurt!

I was done holding back. I let myself vocalize the pain. Breathing through my teeth like an animal. There just comes a certain point where the body takes over the mind, and I was there. In so many ways.

I was still in blissful shock that Mr. Douglas had stepped up to punish me. Maybe that made him the biggest, dirtiest creeper of all—that he’d volunteered so quickly and eagerly with a possessive passion in his eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was so thankful it was him. And even though I was in pain, it was nothing like the belt beating. Being across Mr. Douglas’s strong lap…knowing it was his hand causing the sensations across my ass…feeling him hardening against my hip…