by Abbie Adams
He turned toward her again and all of her blood ran warm straight to her pussy. Oh, God. It was crazy the way he made her feel. She could still feel the damp, cool wetness of her own moisture on her outer lips and the inside of her thighs, but her slit was hot and she wanted him, even though she knew he wasn't going to give her pleasure.
As he sauntered toward her, his face was harder than normal. Dark eyebrows were straight across his furrowed brow. His eyes, usually an azure blue, now looked almost navy. She didn't focus on his face long, because her eyes were drawn to his hands. They were moving to his waist. Her nipples tightened and her sex convulsed when he began to unfasten his belt buckle. It wasn't a fancy buckle, just a plain silver one. But when he strode toward her, hand on it, taking it off, she knew the reason and it caused her to shiver. It all happened so quickly, but it seemed to go in slow motion.
Sunny didn't know where the noise was coming from but she heard whimpering in the background. Then the faintest metallic jingle as the belt came unclasped. Then there was the never to be forgotten whoosh of the belt sliding free of the loops with a snap upon total clearance. Her Daddy folded it in half and took the last few steps to her side. She felt his warm hand on the middle of her lower back. Finally realizing the cries she had heard were hers, she tried to calm down.
"What happens to very naughty girls?" he asked, the question not a new one and yet had the power to cause her entire body to quiver.
"They get spanked by their Daddy."
"Almost correct," he said, allowing the leather to slide across her upturned ass. "This time, however, they don't get a spanking… little girls who don't wait for their Daddy, girls that put their fingers in their pussy without permission get a whipping." Ignoring her whimper, he spoke softly but she had no trouble hearing his order.
"Now, push your naughty bottom out for Daddy." This was just the beginning; she had to brace herself. A new sound filled the room as the belt that had been lifted began to whistle through the air toward its waiting, trembling target…
* * * * *
Ring… Ring
Ring… Ring
Sunny's eyes came open slowly. Where was she? She noted the bed and the crisp white sheets. Her eyes fell on the patio door. It wasn't open, it was securely closed. Oh, yeah…
Ring… Ring
The phone must have awakened her. Crap. Her body felt hot and her face flushed when she realized she had somehow managed to lose all of her clothing. Pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as she sat up, she reached for the phone.
"Hello."
"Señorita, you have a long distance call; may I put it though?"
"Yes. Thank you." Sunny waited on the line through a series of clicks and a bit of static.
"Sunny? Are you there?"
"Yes, I made it."
"You said you would call… I was getting worried. What's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
Tiff's huff sounded clear across the line. "You sound funny. What are you doing?"
Wild horses couldn't drag the truth out of her. There was no way in hell that she was going to admit she'd been masturbating to the fantasy of her best friend's older brother finger-fucking her pussy and then whipping her ass.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine," she said. "I was so tired after the long flight and finding the hotel that I laid down for a short nap, and believe it or not, I fell right to sleep."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, look I'm sorry, Tiff. I just forgot to call. It was a bit overwhelming, the whole airport scene, but I'm here safe and sound. I think I'm going to take a shower and go check things out. I wish you were here. But how are you and my babies? Are you guys feeling any better yet?"
"The boys are better, but now Tom seems to be worse. I can't stay on the line; this call is probably costing a mint, but, Sunny, remember, you promised to have fun, to live a little. You can't hide your nose in a book the whole time you are there. Go out and enjoy the sunshine. If you still look like a vampire when you come back, I'm going to be upset. So do something exciting, meet somebody, go to a club. Try some new things, okay?"
"I know, I know."
"You promised, Sunny. Wear your new bikini and that sexy dress and have fun!"
"I will. I swear I will," she answered to Tiff, but added to herself—tomorrow.
"Okay, love you, girlie. Don't do anything I wouldn't do… hell, forget that. Do everything! Bye."
Sunny hung up with a sigh. Yeah, right. Do everything? What exactly was she supposed to do by herself in a foreign country? She scooted out of the bed, taking her panties and dress with her, and pulled the coverlet back into place. She didn't even want to go to one of the restaurants to eat alone. She would just look silly. Nobody goes to a resort by themselves. It is always couples, lovers, families. Not singles.
She pouted as she picked up the menu from the table in the dining area. Thank God for all-inclusive resorts and room service. While she was waiting for her supper, she ran a bubble bath in the huge marble tub. This was her vacation, after all. Really, who said she had to leave her room? She had only promised to keep her nose out of her beloved books. She couldn't possibly promise to keep herself out of her mind. Besides, sometimes her fantasies were much hotter than books—although the way she was going with interruptions and such was quite frustrating. So far it had been all fantasy—granted, incredibly hot fantasies—but she had yet to sail over that peak she'd been climbing. If only, she could stop being so shy and find the one who would make these fantasies unnecessary, perhaps even turn every one of them into reality. But, if not, she had an entire week and she was going to do what she wanted, and if she wanted to lie in the sun and dream of obeying her Daddy's lewd orders or of having her Daddy bend her over the bed or tug her across his knees for a well-deserved spanking… well, then she would!
Her supper and bubble bath only served to occupy her for so long, and she was ready to do something. Anything. She was antsy and she really did want to check things out. Perhaps just a little walk around the resort grounds to explore.
There were many paths to choose from, but she chose the most familiar—the one that led the way she came in, from the office. As she made her way along, Sunny was lured along another path that led back toward the ocean. A flirty melody, something like a mixture of polka and ballroom dancing, seduced her into venturing closer. The air was heavy and salty, and she couldn't help but feel lonely for a man, one of flesh and blood, to share the evening.
She found the source of the music at the end of the path, a covered bar with a thatched roof built on a deck over the water. A band was playing in a corner under colored paper lanterns strung from the eves. Numerous shades of fabric hung from columns of dried wood and ruffled in the breeze. Natives and tourists alike danced around a crowded dance floor, some to the bubbling tune and others to a tune in their head, perhaps, because their dancing didn't match the bouncing notes in the song. No, they must be lovers. Sunny could spot lovers anywhere, and this was definitely the vacation spot for them. They were wrapped in each other's arms, not even a speck of dust could fit between their bodies as they moved, their arms wrapped around each other, groping and grinding.
"You should come, sit and have a drink, dance—not stand here watching."
Sunny gasped and clutched at her heart. A tall, thin man with dark eyes and darker hair gestured toward the crowd. He had the simple button-up white shirt and black pants of the staff. There wasn't anything distinct about his face; he was thinner than Sunny was normally attracted to.
She didn't know how long she had stood watching, but for some reason she was hesitant to join the festivities. She felt very much alone.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten turned around. I'm trying to find my way back to my room."
Chapter Three
The next morning she woke up, determined to have some fun—even if just a little—as she had promised Tiff. She'd slept like a log, her afternoon siesta doing nothing to keep her fro
m a dreamless, restful sleep. Pulling a cover-up over her new yellow bikini, she added a pair of white shorts, sunglasses, a tube of tanning oil, a bottle of water and, of course, a book, to her tote bag.
"Okay, Tiff, here's to our first full day in paradise!" Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she was ready to start her day.
She chose to have breakfast at one of the cafés that boasted outside seating. A large red umbrella shielded her from the sun that was already causing the temperature to rise. Remembering her vow, she placed her order with the pretty waitress when she brought her a tall glass of orange juice. It was amazingly refreshing, the ice cold beverage serving to help her senses awake. As she waited for her first new adventure of dining on heuvos rancheros instead of her normal choice of bacon, eggs, and toast, she sipped her first cup of coffee. It was dark and rich, the liquid coursing through her blood stream and giving her that very satisfactory jolt of caffeine. Was the fare really that much better tasting than similar food found north of the border or was it perhaps the setting that made it so much more pleasing to her palate? The morning sunshine warmed more than her skin. It warmed her soul, boosting her optimism. It made her feel alive. The only thing that could make her first meal outside her room better was if her best friend was seated across from her. Giggling just a bit, Sunny had to admit that something else could do the job just as well if not far superior. Taking her last sip, she set her cup down on the table.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said softly to the empty chair across from her.
"You're welcome, little girl, just remember, coffee is your special treat for the day."
She gave him a smile and leaned forward to whisper, "I'll give you a very special treat later, Daddy."
The look in his eyes sent a bolt of electricity right to her naughty bits as he grinned. "You are being a very good little girl this morning. Perhaps that bedtime spanking I gave you reminded you to behave?" She gave him a little nod, flushing at the memory of being over his knees, his hand smacking down again and again on her poor defenseless cheeks. His next words had her smiling as he reached out and took her hand. "Just like your little fanny was glowing last night, today your face is glowing; you are my bright, little sunshine."
When a bird called out as it flew overhead, Sunny blushed at the realization that she had actually leaned forward as if to converse with a ghost. She giggled again and shrugged. Well, if she had to have an invisible friend, it might as well be a stern but loving Daddy who allowed his little one coffee every now and then, even if it was sipped while sitting on a tender backside.
She stood and walked to the office which was near the café. Several people were waiting to speak to the concierge about available activities but she wasn't in a hurry. She took the time to gather several brochures that featured incredible photos and promised exciting adventures. She'd look through them and decide what she'd like to do after she inquired about the possibility of horseback riding. When it was her turn, she made arrangements to ride later that afternoon, trying not to appear disappointed when she admitted that she only needed one spot reserved.
"That's fine, señorita," the concierge said with a smile as he took down her name and room number. "Perhaps you shall meet a companion who enjoys riding as well?"
"Perhaps," she voiced while adding 'From your lips to God's ears', in her mind.
Walking down the beach, she found a lounge chair far away from people and distractions. She didn't need to be reminded that while most lounges were set in pairs to hold loving couples, she only needed the one. She might not be convinced she could find a new relationship to work on, but she could most definitely work on her tan. Removing her cover-up, she stuffed it into her bag and pulled out her book before settling down to daydream for a couple of hours.
Yes, this was paradise. There was the slightest breeze off the endless blue water. The sand was warm and the sun was hot. Though, the lounge chair had a canopy, she'd taken the extra precaution to move it back toward the thick green forest before lying down. It provided some additional shade from the relentless sunshine and the breeze rustled the tropical foliage; yes that was just perfect. She closed her eyes and just let her other senses take over.
She could almost taste the salt in the air from the spray of the constant battering of waves against the shore, not thirty feet in front of her. The smell of the sea mixed with the smell of the coconut tanning oil she'd lathered on a few minutes prior.
* * * * *
"Perdón Señorita, your name is Sunny?" It was the same man from the night before, the staff member who'd attempted to get her to participate in the evening activities.
Great, now he'd know for sure she was all alone. Forcing herself not to care what this man thought, she managed to answer, "Um, yes." She peered up from under her brand-new yellow Tory Burch sunglasses. Tiffany had insisted that Sunny needed a new wardrobe for the trip, and as cliché as it was, insisted that Sunny looked best in soft colors like pink or yellow.
"You must come. Answers questions. Come, you must not keep the policiá waiting." He gestured with his hand for her to follow him.
She sat up fast. Policiá? Hell, she didn't need that word translated. "Why?"
"Ándale, we must go." He reached down and pulled her up.
"Wait, I must change!" She was in her bikini for heaven's sake. She reached for her bag only to have him tug it from her hand.
"No time! I'll be fired! ¿Comprende? ¡Vamos!" He tugged her toward a path in the forest she hadn't seen earlier.
"Okay, Okay." She stumbled behind him. "Wait! I didn't get my shoes." She looked back, but the stubborn man wouldn't release her hand.
"No time," he repeated. He kept a firm grip on her and pulled her alongside him, leading them deeper into the forest.
What was wrong? Why did the police want to speak to her? Suddenly, her brain truly kicked in and she pulled against the man's hold of her hand.
"Wait! How much farther do we have to go? Why are we going this way? The resort is back there!"
"Short cut. No es bueno for resort to have policiá inside."
Though she could sort of understand why it wouldn't be good to have police hanging around the resort, his answer still didn’t tell her why they wanted to talk to her. "Listen, you are beginning to frighten me, Mr.—Señor… I don't even know your name.
"Jorge." He didn't bother to answer her questions or to reassure her that her concerns were unnecessary. She was about to demand he tell her at least how much further they'd be walking—rather he'd be walking while pulling her along the rough path—when she realized it didn't really matter as they'd exited the jungle and come out into the open.
It was a dusty road, basically an overgrown track, narrow and shaded by the canopy of the trees. Two other men appeared to be waiting for them as they stood by a dark blue sedan with tinted windows. Oh God, she recognized one! It was the man from the airport. He was a policeman? Before she could ask a single question, one of the men got in the driver's seat and her Enrique slipped in the back. Sunny didn't have any time to think or analyze the situation before Jorge thrust her in and climbed in beside her. It was not a large car so she found herself wedged tightly between Jorge and Enrique in the back seat. When the door slammed, she decided that it was time for more than a few simple questions. She wasn't the sort to be rude or demanding, but this was ridiculous.
"Enrique, you are a policeman… um, policiá?"
The man looked at her and when he smiled, and shook his head, she almost slapped her own head. Of course, his name probably wasn't Enrique as she'd assigned him that name in her dream. Okay, fine, but she still had questions. "What is your…"
"Be quiet."
"Callarse." The two replies came at the same time, but from different directions.
Sunny had a sickening feeling in her stomach. This didn't look good. What sort of staff told a guest to be quiet? Forget that! What sort of hotel allowed staff to drag guests through the jungle and then manhandle them into a car without her express
permission? What sort of police force allowed an American tourist to be basically kidnapped without explanation? No, this was beyond not good—this was so far beyond not good that it was totally fucked up. The forest was rushing by at an alarming speed and she could only assume they were going away from the resort and not toward it. The small road curved here and there and threaded through the trees and vegetation to somewhere unknown. Their passage kicked up a ton of dust and yet it appeared that no other car would be bothered as they had yet to pass a single moving thing.
She looked at the 'not Enrique' sitting next to her, the one who had been waiting with the car. He was much larger than Jorge. Of course, she remembered how tall he was from bumping into him and also remembered how hard his chest had been. She caught his eyes and wondered why he wasn't wearing a uniform. And, in fact, there had been nothing on the car to indicate it was any type of official vehicle.
"Whoever you are, why do the policiá wish to…"
'His chuckle had her breath catching and he shook his head again and said, "I am not a policeman."
Not a policeman? Then what… who. "Look, I demand…"
He made his own demand. "I said no talking, Sunny."
What was going on? They'd ignored any attempts she'd made to ask questions. About to remind them that she was an American citizen with rights, she opened her mouth only to have the man shake his head, the look in his eyes suggesting she'd do well to remember she'd been told to keep quiet. She looked down at her lap as the car dipped and swayed dodging the ruts and bumps in the road before finally turning onto a larger paved road. Between the fear that was beginning to consume her and the motion of the car, she was afraid she was going to be sick.
She glanced back at the big man when he moved beside her to put a cell phone to his ear. Aside from his general greeting, she recognized nothing of his conversation with the unknown person on the other end of the line. God, how she wished she and Tiff had taken their attempt to learn rudimentary Spanish more seriously. Why hadn't she taken Spanish instead of French in high school? No, she remembered nothing of her French either, so it probably wouldn't have done any good. At long last, she recognized the final phrase when the man closed the phone.