He pulls off the main road and onto another, even darker one. The car is rocking and wobbling like we're going down a gravel road like the one leading to my home. But at the end of it, the headlights illuminate a low house that's so wide its edges are shrouded darkness.

He holds the door open for me, offers me his arm, and I hear the ocean hissing in the distance as I exit the car. Only moonlight is illuminating the way now, and pitch darkness is pressing in from all sides.

But his steps are sure as he leads me to the house, where he presses his index and middle finger against a screen, which flashes a bright fluorescent green causing the lock to click open.

Inside, a narrow hallway opens into a huge living room with wraparound glass doors beyond which the ocean is shimmering in the moonlight. He releases me and strides off, removing his shirt in the process and tossing it over the back of the sofa. Hope that he's reconsidered, that our deal is back on, rises in a thick cloud of pleasant feelings as I let my gaze linger on his muscular back.

"I'm going for a swim," he says, flinging one of the doors open and not looking back at me. "Make yourself at home."

I follow him out onto the deck, my arm outstretched like I mean to stop him, but I can't find any words. The waves are licking the sand less than fifty feet from the deck, and the sea looks so angry, so black, so dangerous there's no way him going swimming now is safe.

Moonlight makes his skin glow as he takes off his pants by the sea. It's my last chance to call out, to stop him, but only a soft whimper comes out. By then he's already wading into the water, disappearing from view as he leaps in. The sound of his strokes is indistinguishable from the regular ocean sounds, and I can't even see him anymore. I'm all alone, the full implication of what he said before hitting me with force now. My father will lose his land. I'll lose my chance to get to know Eric. Perhaps they shouldn't be, but both things are somehow equally painful and sad.

What can I do to make him change his mind?

The question won't stop looping through my mind, grows louder, more urgent with each minute he's gone.

Offer him sex. That's the only answer. But I'm no seductress, and I already gave him my virginity, yet he still wants to send me back.

Besides, I can't hear him anymore, let alone see him. He might not even be coming back.

The wind is picking up, making trees I can't even see hiss, and all the other nighttime noises are completely different to those I'm used to hearing back home. Even the smell is different, tangy and earthy, and it's a frightening combination. But not enough to leave my vigil on the deck. Besides, I’d probably be even more scared inside the dark, empty house.

After awhile, when none of the snaps, crackles and whines renting the silence materialize into anything scary, I begin to relax. I'm sitting on the edge of the wooden deck, my toes buried in the sand, leaning back and staring at the night sky so clear and full of stars I feel like the universe is sucking me in.

"You still awake?" Eric asks, a drop of cool water landing on my bare thigh.

"Yes," I whisper.

If I wasn't fully awake before, I am now. He's standing over me, droplets of water running down his perfect face, his perfect chest. I have to will myself not to look lower.

He offers me his hand and I take it, let him pull me to my feet.

"I…I don't want to leave," I mumble.

"You want to sleep outside?" he asks innocently like he has no idea what I really mean, but I can hear the mocking undertone quite clearly.

"I meant, I don't want to go back home tomorrow," I counter snappishly.

"Is that so?" he asks, and despite the darkness I can see a very dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"A deal is a deal," I counter as firmly as I can.

"But you have no idea what you signed up for."

"Try me," I say and actually pout at him. "I'm strong. And you don't frighten me."

"I don't?" he says, licking a drop of water off his lips, which is exactly what I'd rather be doing for him. "Perhaps I should."

But he doesn't. Despite all his brother's warnings or these vague ones he keeps hinting at.

From the corner of my eye, I can see his cock growing harder and longer. I want to touch it, taste it, feel it inside me again.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me inside. "Let's see, if I can change your mind."

There's a definite tone of warning in his voice, but all I really feel is my need for him. It's a primal urge. The kind I never felt before. The fear that I'll never feel it again for anyone else, if he sends me home is a clear and cold presence in my chest.

He leads me to the sofa and sits down, stopping me with his hand when I try to do the same.

"Strip for me," he says, his voice hoarse and slightly shaky.

But not as shaky as my hands as I fumble with the buttons of the dress I'm wearing to do as he asked. They go from the neck all the way to the end, and it seems an eternity passes before I get them all undone. But I do, and the fabric feels like a breath as it slides down my arms.

I unclasp my bra next, fumbling again, because my hands are still shaking. He exhales sharply as my full breasts pop out of the tight confines of the bra once I finally manage to remove it.

I slide my hands down my sides, enjoying the hungry look in his eyes that's all for me. But he stops me from taking off my panties too by pulling me down across his lap so fast I yelp. My tummy is pressing against his hard thighs, which are still cool from his swim, my ass in the air. He squeezes my butt cheek. Not hard, but not gently either.

"Let's see how strong you really are," he mutters and I'm still trying to figure out what he means when a stinging slap sends my butt cheek jiggling. I don't even yelp, I just make a weird choked off, surprised sound, as I glare at him in surprise.

He grins. “Eyes forward.”

I obey. He slaps me again, then twice more, alternating between my butt cheeks, and I am whimpering now, because it hurts.

"Shh, don't make so much noise," he says. "I thought you were strong."

He spanks me some more, fast and quick, and I'm biting down on my lip to keep from making a sound, my eyes filling with tears. But the pain isn't unbearable, just sharp and piercing, and it makes me yearn for the orgasm I experienced last night in a way I've never before longed for a physical sensation.

He turns my head so I'm forced to look at him. "Had enough?"

I nod, ashamed of the tears he must see in my eyes.

He slaps me again, then a second time. "Not until I say so."

He's enjoying this, I can hear it in his voice. And I'm enjoying it too, because it's giving him pleasure. Even though getting spanked like this is also making me feel very small and vulnerable.

He finally stops, and I feel his fingers prying my panties off to the side of my pussy.

"I do believe you liked getting spanked," he says in mock surprise, his fingertips brushing my clit sending a soft coil of pleasure through me. "You're all wet."

I didn't even notice before, but he's right. And I'd reply, but anything I had to say is lost in a whimper as he slides a finger into me, then adds another. He starts pumping them into me, faster and faster, hitting a spot of pure pleasure deep inside me each time. The pain starts to dissolve, my sighs borne of only pleasure now.

He removes them suddenly.

"On your knees against the backrest," he barks, and I scramble to obey.

He yanks my panties down to my knees and pulls my hips towards him. "I went easy on you last night, but that's not how I like to fuck."

Easy? Last night was far from—

The rest of my thought is cut clean from my mind as he slams his thick cock into me, his strong hands on my hips preventing me from jerking forward. I'm certain he's split me open. But I can't even focus on that, because the thrusts keep on coming, each harder, faster, deeper than the last. And before the pain fully registers, pleasure so searing I can hardly see begins to engulf me. Originating in my pussy, it's spreading fast into my tummy, my chest, my mind, obliterating all else like a rose bush growing at light speed, thorns ripping my flesh as the soft petals, the sweet scent make it all better. I can't even draw breath I'm coming so hard and I don't ever want this to stop.

It takes me awhile to realize the onslaught has stopped, but his cock is still buried so deep inside me it might never come out.

He brushes the hair off my back, and kisses my neck softly, causing a velvet-like sensation to pass through me. "I think you liked that."

"I did," I whisper.

He withdraws his cock from my sore pussy, but I still feel it deep inside me as he pulls me to my feet and leads me to the bedroom.

"We can shower tomorrow," he says and lets go of my hand to pull back the covers.

The silk sheets feeling like ice against my hot skin is the last thing my mind registers.