Capturing Kate (9 page)

“I was trying to think. I’m fucking sorry!” The guilt and rage and anxiety welled up. “I’m sorry I’m a stupid fucking human being, who makes mistakes sometimes after being kidnapped and being sure she was going to die.” She punched the arm of the chair, and it hurt, so she cursed. “Fuck.”

“Kate. There’s nothing stupid about you. But what you did was irrational, though, and in direct opposition to my orders.”

“Look, I get it. I’m dumb, okay? I’m an idiot and everything is my fault, but you have to understand the stress I’m under.” She started to cry. “And it’s your fault that my hand hurts now.” She rubbed it. “You have a stupid fucking chair with hard arms. I hate this chair. It’s a fuckingly fucked-up chair.”

He stood up and crossed his arms. “Kate, stop the tantrum. It’s not helping. You’re making yourself more worked up.”

“I’m not tantruming. I’m angry and upset. It’s different. I can’t control it. I’m trying.”

He blew out a long breath. “Try harder.”

“I will not if I don’t want to!” she screamed, and popped out of the chair to get more lung power. “I bet most people wouldn’t be thinking straight under these circumstances, okay? I’m sorry I’m not a big old important FBI agent with the control of a lifeless robot, and I’m sorry that I made your life difficult with my measly little human being problems. I’m sorry. Fuck you. I’m sorry.”

He tilted his head and bit his lip, regarded her. She was so upset that she wanted to throw something at him. The anger and rage and frustration of the past day coalesced into a ball of fire in her chest. Panting, she sobbed and grabbed the chair, tilted it up, slammed it down, and screamed. “Fuck!”

He shook his head, gave her a thoughtful look for a long second, then took a step closer. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me. Withholding crucial information is definitely not following orders.”

“What? No. No way.” Startled, she let go of the chair, and her voice came out at normal volume, although with a question. It was like he’d shocked her brain back into a normal rhythm with his one comment. “Sloan?”

He walked to his bag and pulled out the bondage cuffs, dangling them from one finger. “Right now.” He stalked toward her, and she grasped his intent. Jumping up, she backed away, then started to run.

He grabbed her around the waist, arresting her motion. “Got you.”

“Let me go!” she shouted, kicking.

“Nope. And you deserve what’s coming to you.” He dragged her over and sat her on the edge of the bed, letting the cuffs land beside her. “You’re getting a good hard spanking, Kate. If you fight me on this, I’ll make it longer and harder, so it’s best if you cooperate.”

Her voice wobbled. “Sloan, please don’t. Just—talk to me, okay? We can talk this out instead.”

“OK, you want to talk about it first? Fine, we can talk for a few minutes.”

He pulled the chair up and turned it backwards, and sat facing her, his arms folded atop the chair back, his legs spread. She noted his thighs, powerful, muscular, through his pants and caught her breath. He looked at her steadily.

She blushed. “I’m not going to let you do it.” She bit her lip and folded her hands into her laps and pushed her thighs together, sitting primly on the edge of the bed. “You can’t.”

“But I can.” He raised one eyebrow and grinned, and for some reason, the look in his eyes made her stomach start butterflying, not with fear, but with arousal. He was talking about slapping her ass—spanking her!

“Sloan!” Her voice rose. “Nobody has ever…”

“Not even when you were a kid?” He sounded curious.

She shook her head. “God, no. My parents weren’t monsters. They just—talked to me. I was never bad, anyway. Maybe a time-out once in a while. They weren’t vicious and cruel and abusive.”

He met her eyes. “Do you think I’m going to abuse you?” His face was earnest; serious, but not enraged. He looked determined, yet in control.

She shrugged one shoulder and snuck a look at him, his broad shoulders, his strong palms. “I don’t know.”

“I’m not.” His voice was firm. “I’m going to punish you, and it will hurt, and you’ll beg me to stop. But it’s also going to be a distraction. It’s going to help you release your anxiety and rage, and afterwards, you’ll feel better. You don’t believe me right now, but you’ll see. That guilt you feel, and the anger, and the panic—it’s going to lift, if you let it.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. That’s, like, justification for beating someone.”

“I’m not going to beat you. It’s a spanking. Plus, I think you want me to do it.” He raised one eyebrow.

“I don’t! Why would you even think that?” Her voice rose in a defensive quiver, but her cheeks turned pink, remember how she’d felt when he stalked toward her earlier, telling her that he would spank her if she didn’t behave. The way she’d felt an insane mix of anxiety and arousal at the same time, a combination that was once again welling up in her entire body.

“Why do I think that? Your face the other day. You told me you were interested with your eyes. You want to see.”

“No, I don’t. Besides, how can spanking relieve stress?”

“It’s the way it works for some people. Maybe you’re one of them. Trust me.”

“Oh, really? Because you tied me up and are keeping me captive, I should trust you now? Do you want to sell me a pretty bridge in Brooklyn, too? Maybe I can wire my entire life savings to your bank account in Nigeria while we’re at it? Why don’t you use some bad grammar and then I’ll really be convinced.”

He laughed. “Kate, you’re funny. But that’s not going to get you out of the spanking.”

“Why can’t I just apologize?”

“You can. Feel free. Right now, if you’d like. I’d appreciate that.” He raised an eyebrow again and gestured at her.

She gave him the finger. “Not if you’re going to be a dick.”

“Well, if you’re done discussing the matter and moving onto insults, we might as well get started.” He picked up the cuffs, stood up and moved the chair to the center of the room. Then he sat down deliberately, facing her. He dropped the cuffs onto the floor beside him and slapped his hand onto his thigh. “Come here and lie down over my lap.”

She sat frozen, her heart thudding in her chest, a buzzing in her ears. He was serious. He really planned to do this!

“Kate? I know you’re nervous, and I’ll go easy on you because it’s your first time, but only as long as you obey me. I expect you to come right away when I tell you to. Now means now.”

Still she sat there, immobile, her eyes wide.

“All right, Kate. I’m going to start counting. Every count after five means an extra spank, but only after you’re done and sore. I promise you’re not going to want extras at that point. One, two, three…”

Kate shot to her feet, legs trembling. “Wait! Sloan. Please. I’m scared. I don’t—”

“Four…” He patted his legs again. “Right now. And we’re at five…”

She scurried over and stood in front of him. “But I mean, you really—I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to get onto you.” She flushed furiously, thinking about mounting him, naked, passion in his eyes, sliding down onto his hard cock—

“It’s not that complex. Lie down here and I’ll arrange you.”

He held out his hand, she took it dubiously, and he pulled her into his body.

“Oof.” She found herself dangling over his lap, feeling his hard thighs below her belly, her pelvis pushing uncomfortably into his knees. “Ouch, not good.” She tried to wiggle, and he helped, pulling her up, shifting her body until they melded together. It was awkward but nothing dug or pinched.

“Sloan. The blood is rushing to my head.” Her voice sounded hollow, and she kicked her legs up.

“You won’t be here for that long, Kate. You’ll be fine. If you start to get dizzy, you tell me and I’ll switch your position.” His voice was firm.

“I might pass out. Or have a seizure.” She made her voice desperate. The funny thing was that even though she kind of wanted this, she also wanted more than anything to get out of it, too.

“Do you have a medical condition?”

“Well, no, but things happen, you know, when people are stressed. Do you want me to die here? Think how guilty you’d feel then.”

“I would feel guilty if you died. Especially if it happened because you hid critical information from me.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Not yet. But you will be. You ready?”

At this, panic surged and her fight or flight instinct kicked in and overwhelmed any desire and curiosity. “You’re not spanking me.” She pinched his calves as hard as she could and he sucked in his breath and twisted her back up to sit on his lap.

“You keep testing me, don’t you?” He reached over and grabbed the bondage cuffs, snapped her wrists into them, and clipped them together. “There.” He put her back down over his lap, and to her horror, he pulled at the waistband of her sweats.

“Sloan. No, please. Don’t take down my pants. I promise, I’ll be good.”

“Too late.” His words were clipped. “You’re getting a bare-assed spanking, Kate.”

When he tugged the pants down to her knees and she felt the cool air caress her buttocks, she started to cry. “Sloan! Please.”

“Kate, you need to settle down and accept this. If you’re obedient, I’ll just use my hand. If you fight me, I’ll finish with the belt. Do you want the belt?”

She sniffed. “Not the belt.”

“Then lie still. You kick or curse, you get one warning. After that, it’s belt time.”

She sucked in her breath. “I don’t want you do to this.”

“Too bad.” He rested his hand on her buttocks.

She flinched before relaxing. “Sloan. Do you have to?”

“Yes. I need you to obey me while we’re here, and this is how I’m going make sure you do.”

“But you can’t just spank people.” She tried to come up with an argument. “I mean, what if you were here with—an old lady, like an arthritic grandma with bad hips and hearing problems and acid reflux. Would you spank her?”

His body shook as he laughed. “No, Kate. I wouldn’t. I’d drop her off at the local nursing home and tell her to blend. Or if I had to have her here and she freaked out, I’d put a Xanax in her Metamucil, or something. Valium in her prunes.”

“So why is it okay to spank me? Why can’t I just have a Xanax and a Valium? Do you seriously have that in your kit and you withheld it from me? God, please. I could really use that right about now.”

“Because I need you clear-headed.” He lowered his head to speak closer to her ear. “I need you calm. And because right now, I think it’s the best way to get you to obey me and settle down so we don’t both get killed. That’s why.”

“But that’s not fair!” She wiggled on his lap, feeling lewd.

“Who said I’m fair?” He ran a finger across the skin of her buttock, making her shiver. “Ready?” His voice was a drawl.

“Don’t tease me. Just do it.” Her voice was near tears, but breathy, and she didn’t know which feeling was more intense: fear or anticipation.

Chapter Eight

“All right, then.” He raised his hand and she felt displaced air rush down, then a sharp crack rang out as his hand slapped down across her left ass cheek.

She screeched and jerked on his lap. “Ouch!”

“Settle down. That was just a warning shot.”

He slapped her again on the other cheek, and again she whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Uh, uh, Kate. Remember what I said about trying to get away?”

“
Sorry
. It hurts.” She wasn’t sorry. She was mad.

“It’s supposed to.”

He spanked again, harder, and she sucked in her breath in alarm. “Are you almost done?”

“Done? Kate, that was just three. No. We’re just getting started.”

He began spanking her in earnest now, hitting first one cheek, then the other, and each one was a little harder than the last, until he was bringing his hand down hard, making the blows echo and crack around the room. But to her immense surprise and relief, it wasn’t horrible. The slaps hurt, and her ass stung, but the situation, charged with tension, felt sexual. Being naked over his lap, feeling his body below hers, hearing his rough breathing—it was exciting. Erotic. Stimulating. Better, even, than she’d imagined.

Without meaning to, she moaned and pushed her hips down, trying to find a way to rub her clit; then—when that had little effect—up, into his hand, seeking his rough touch.

“You like this?” His voice was low and hoarse, sexy.

“No.” Hers came out breathy, sultry. “I hate it.” She wiggled again on his lap, wanting more. “Sloan?”

The feelings in her were new and strange, and she was taken off guard by the fierce passion welling up in her body. She’d never have believed that she could be aroused by a man’s dominance, by being held down across his lap and spanked without mercy. It was one thing to read about it and fantasize; a totally different thing to have it actually happen.

Yet here it was, and here she was, moisture surging between her thighs, her whole body in tune with his, nearly demanding his touch. “Sloan. Please.” Her voice was breathy and needy. “I need—”

“Aw, Kate.” He sounded frustrated. “Jesus.” He paused, resting his hand on her buttocks.

The touch felt good, even though she hurt, and she sucked in her breath and pushed into his palm. “Touch me, please. I want you to touch me.”

“Not this time.” His voice held regret. “Fuck.”

“Yes, please.” She didn’t recognize the voice as hers, so slutty and needy. “That’s what I want, please. Do it. Sloan. You want it too. I can tell.” Under her thighs, she could feel his hard length: He was aroused by this.

“No.” His voice was authoritative. “Spanking can be fun, but this time I do need to punish you. From now on it’s not going to feel so good. Not until I’m done.”

“Bastard.”

“I warned you about swearing, Kate.” With that, he swung his hand and cracked her bottom again, making her cry out. “Going to get harder now,” he warned, and slapped again, and again, making the room echo with the sharp sounds.

Kate was surprised at how fast the tingling turned to a burn, and then how the burn morphed into a wicked bite. “Stop!” she begged, kicking up with her legs. “God, Sloan, ow! It hurts. You have to stop! It burns.”