Confusion washes over me as he starts driving away without forcing me to confess my thoughts. But after the confusion comes a calmness. Maybehe’s changing his mind and letting me take my time?
We drive a long way as the sky turns pink and yellow, with orange flecks here and there. The view is beautiful and I know I’ll remember this forever. The ocean appears beside us as we drive close to the mountains, plenty of seagulls playing in the air.The view brings myfavorite pirate bookto mind, reminding me of the girl calledpink arrowwho sailedover the sea like she owned it.
The motorcycle slows down as we come to an edge, and it reminds me of the cliff in The Lion King where Simba is presented to the kingdom.
The sky is painted beautifully above us, and the sound of the ocean grows louder as Brian turns off the engine.
“Tell me what you were thinking about earlier, Anastasia.” His question catches me off guard as I foolishly thought he had forgotten about that by now.
I turn my head slightly, my face hidden behind the helmet. “It was nothing.” I lie, hoping he won’t detect it.
He climbs off the motorcycle and stands before me, and it feels like he sees through me even though all I see is my own reflection in his visor. “Both legs on the same side, bend over.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“But we’re in the middle of...”
“Anastasia,” he sing-songs my name in a way that makes my body tense, but it is also laced with something I crave. It’s obvious his patience is thinning by the second.
With eyes darting around, I make sure to check my surroundings before I follow hiscommand. But when I don’t position myself as he wishes quickly enough, he grabs me and does itfor me.
My body hangs almost upside down rather than being bent over, the motorcycle too high for my feet to reach down. Then, I feel him grabbing the pink fabric around my ass, pulling it downharshly. The motion leaves me in shock and I almost panic at the thought of someone seeing me like this.
“Are you watching the sunset, baby?” His voice is deep.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me what was bothering your mind earlier.”
Wire wraps around my throat as I try to speak, and nothing comes. “Well then,” he says, pulling down my thong too.
“Tell me, Anastasia.”
“I...”
He slaps my cheek hard, making me squeal. “Ahh!” The sound escapes before I can hold it back.
“One,” I count, knowing that’s what he has asked of me before.
“I did not tell you to count. I told you to tell me what you were thinking of,” he says, then he slaps my other cheek.
I try to ignore the way I feel myself pulsating. “I thought of what you did to me,” my voice is filled with hesitation.
“What did I do to you?” Anotherslap follows his words.
“Mhm!” I take a deep breath, hoping the burning feeling will wear off. “The way you bound me to the chair in my room.”
Slap.
“And what else?”
“How turned on I got by you watching me while touching yourself at the same time.”
Slap.
“How wet it made me, and how I wanted your hands on me.”
