Page 17 of His Captive
She breaks my gaze and looks down, her cheeks turning redder than they’ve been all night.
“Look at me,bambina,” I demand, staring daggers into her gorgeous green eyes as soon as she looks up. “Tell me you don’t deserve to have your ass spanked until it is as red as that beautiful dress you’re wearing.”
She swallows a gulp and doesn’t respond.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I snap, turning as the elevators open. “Come on, let me show you to your room.”
I step off the elevator and turn around. She actually has an out here. If she hits the button to close those doors, she could get to the lobby before I could. Her eyes flick to the elevator buttons, then back at me. She’s considering it. But I’ve already sent a message to Theo, and one of his men is standing in the lobby, ready to grab her if she does. Then she’sreallygoing to get her butt worn out.
Lea bravely, and wisely, steps off the elevator. The doors close behind her. That’s it. She knows she deserves the spanking she’s going to get. And she knows this is for the best, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
I lead her across the penthouse to one of the bedrooms, then motion for her to go inside. She gulps as she does, and I follow her, closing the door behind me. The thud of it makes her jump. The sound of it locking causes her to shake.
“Are you scared?” I ask gently.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, trembling with fear in her eyes as she turns around. “I’ve n-never… with a guy…”
A virgin? Interesting.
“I’m not going to rape you,bambina,” I growl. “You’re going to get a spanking, just like I said. And I won’t turn your gorgeous ass as red as your dress, even though it’s what we both know you deserve. But it’s going to hurt and you’re going to cry. You’ll have plenty of time to think about what you did wrong while you’re over my knee.”
She’s not ready yet. There’s too much fear in her eyes, even if she can’t deny she deserves it. I want her to accept it, no matter how scared she is.
“Please,” she whimpers, her eyes tearing up again. “Don’t spank me, Massimo. I-I know I messed up. I’m sorry! I swear I am!”
“I know, I know,” I say, my voice relaxing. “You’re sorry. But being sorry isn’t good enough,bambina. You put yourself in serious danger tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she squeaks out, a tear rolling down her face. “But…”
“But what?” I ask. “What could you possibly say that would make what you did okay?”
Her silence answers my question. She looks down at the floor and more tears glisten on the curves of her cheeks. She has nothing to offer because she knows she fucked up. Royally fucked up. The kind of fucked up that puts you on your knees with a gun pressed against the back of your head—seconds before your last thought is interrupted by a bullet.
“I-I’m sorry,” she manages, but she finally seems to understand it isn’t enough.
“Take some time to get yourself together,” I command, turning and walking to the door. I unlock it with a click and open it. “Come join me for a drink after you do.”
I leave her alone in her bedroom and walk to the main part of the penthouse. I can’t deny the thrill radiating inside me as I imagine having her draped across my lap for a spanking. But we’ll get to that. She’s brought things to the surface that have been buried beneath the malice and poison for so long they feel exciting and new. The timing is terrible, but I can’t ignore it. Especially since I’m stuck with her the rest of the week.
I remove my suit jacket, toss it on a chair, open the cabinet under the mini-bar, and examine the wine selection. I find one from my family’s vineyard that is similar to what we had with dinner. Between the whiskey and the wine, I’m feeling it, but not enough to interfere with my judgment. I pour two glasses, place hers on the table at one end of the couch, and sit down on the other end with my glass in my hand. I sip it, letting the flavor linger before downing the delicious liquid.
“Come on,bambina,” I mutter under my breath, glancing toward her bedroom. “You’re making this a lot harder than it has to be.”
I doubt Lea has ever been spanked before. Certainly not by a man, if she’s still a virgin. I don’t remember what it’s like to beafraidof punishment. It’s simply a consequence. Something we can put behind us, once she’s learned her lesson.
Finally, Lea appears at the door of her bedroom. She’s dried her tears and cleaned herself up. I can still see the telltale signs of crying, but she’s as gorgeous as she was the first time I laid eyes on her. I watch carefully and pay attention to the reluctance in her footsteps as she approaches the couch. I motion to her glass of wine and she nods, sinking into the couch before reaching for it.
“I’m not going to spank you because I want to hurt you, Lea,” I say, leveling a stern gaze on her. “I’m going to spank you because you put yourself in serious danger tonight. I know men who would have slit your throat right there in that hallway if they caught you spying on them. Then they’d make a phone call and Sarah’s throat would be cut before you finished bleeding out. Some of them are staying at this hotel right now.”
She swallows hard, squeezes her eyes shut, and nervously gulps so much wine she nearly chokes. “I-I know it was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. Sarah?—”
“Don’t blame this on her,” I interrupt. “You made the choice. You followed me. You recorded me. Sarah isn’t the one who is going to get punished for it. You are.”
She squirms on the couch. She’s imagining it, too. Being bent over my knee like a naughty little girl. Bared for the punishmentshe deserves. Feeling the sting of her comeuppance, one slap at a time while I redden her ass. She drinks more wine, fidgeting with the glass like she did in the restaurant. She has a reason to be nervous now. Firstspankingjitters, I suppose.
“I’m really sorry for asking about your wife,” she mumbles. “I felt horrible about it. I-I know you didn’t kill her.”
“I’m not upset about that,bambina.” I shake my head. “It actually felt good to talk about her. But since you’re so curious, and I intend to make sure you never talk about this until after you leave Isola Selvaggia, would you like to know what really happened?”
