Punished Into Submission (13 page)

“Fuck me, Hunter.” I said, moaning into his mouth.

I feel the head of his cock enter me, and just as I think about sliding down and fucking it like I have nothing left to give, a ringing comes from behind us. I try to ignore it, but Hunter doesn’t. He pushes me off him and stands. Bubbles slide down his body then hit the water and I nearly die when I see his cock again. I want it so fucking bad. Painfully bad.

I watch him step out of the water and onto the floor before he grabs a towel and wraps it around his body. He picks the phone up and looks at the screen before he answers.

“America, what can I do for you?” he says, walking out the door and leaving me horny, wet, and fucking frustrated.

Who the fuck is America?

I
stay in the spa wreathing with anger and emotion for another half hour before I get my pruney body out and dry off. I pick up my clothes and walk out with the soft towel wrapped around my body. All the lights are off in the halls and I use the wall to find my room. Light flows through the stain glass window above the stairs at the end of hall, sending little shimmers of colour from the moon. I find my room no problem, as mine is the only room without a door.

My bedside lamp is on and clothes are laid out on the end of the bed. Walking over to them I see several pairs of blank pants and black sleeveless t-shirts. They don’t look as big as the one I ruined this morning. They all have BAR BITCH in bright pink however. I take them over to the cupboard and place them in the drawers.

I throw my dirty clothes in the corner with my growing pile. I wonder if Hunter has a maid who does the washing, because Sailor does and if I need to get that bitch over here, I will! I walk into the bathroom and flick on the light. The wall length mirror behind the door calls and I eye my bruises on my body and face in the mirror. The words “Numquam Satis” stand out on my inner thigh. The words that Hunter was referring to earlier.

The meaning makes me shiver. The reason behind it makes me sick. The person and persons behind it, haunt me. The memories flow freely and I try to stop them. I can’t think about this so close to sleep. It will haunt me and destroy my front. I tear my eyes away from the tattoo and look at my face. My eyes are glassy and I can feel the tears welling. I run to the sink and wash my face with cold water, trying to stop them. It’s effective and soon the only feeling I feel is aching.

I wrap the hanging robe around my body and exit the bathroom leaving those memories hopefully locked away in there and not in my head. I step into the room and basically shit myself when I see Arrow sitting on the end of my bed.

“What the fuck, dude. You scared the shit out of me.” I grab my chest to settle my heart.

“Paybacks a bitch ain’t it?” Arrow laughs, but pats the space next to him.

I walk over and sit down noting the bottle of Gin in his hand and two shot glasses.

“Nightcap?” Arrow asks, holding up the bottle and placing the two shot glasses in my hand.

I take them in my hands and nod in agreement. I watch the liquid fall from the bottle into the glasses. Arrow puts the lid on the bottle and places it on the floor before he takes a glass out of my hand. We clink glasses and I down the Gin like its water. I hold out my glass and Arrow smiles as he picks the bottle up again. When he fills it a second time I move into the middle of the bed. Arrows climbs on the bed further and turns to face me.

We have two more shots before either of us talk.

“Hunter’s an arsehole.” I spit, after my third shot. “And who the fuck is America?”

“He isn’t that bad. And don’t ask, you won’t like the answer.” Arrow pours another shot and I down it as soon as he’s finished.

“What do you mean I won’t like it? I don’t like Hunter, what makes you think I care?” I hold out my glass but Arrow doesn’t fill it. So, I grab the bottle from his grip and take a few mouthfuls from it.

“Why do you want to know who she is then?”

“Because I was about to be fucked finally and she interrupts!” I screech, annoyed all over again.

“Hunter doesn’t just fuck, Kat. And I thought you were a big bad Mistress.” Arrow looks at me through his lashes and all I see is Hunter. Those two look so similar, yet so different.

“I am a big bad mistress, I just like.....” I trail off and drink several more mouthfuls of Gin. It’s starting to go straight to my head.

“You like what?” Arrow prompts taking the bottle from my grip.

“Nothing.” I rip the bottle from his hand and continue to drink.

“Kat, stop.” Arrow pulls the bottle from my hand and Gin dribbles down my chin. I wipe it off and wonder how the fuck I miss my big mouth.

“Let’s play a game, you tell me something about you and I will tell you something about me. What we say stays between us.” Arrow says, coming to lie beside me. I watch him get comfortable and decide to join in. I get comfortable beside him and look to the roof.

“I will go first.” Arrow clears this throat. “I think I have feelings for this girl and it drives me crazy, because she was never meant to be anything but fun.”

“We can like someone we want to have fun with, Arrow. It’s not the end of the world. Unless you love them, if that’s the case you’re fucked.” I start giggling but stop. I turn to Arrow and watch his jaw tick. “Oh my god, you’re in love?”

“It’s not that far. I mean, I don’t think it is. I just can’t stand to see her with other people and the thought of not being able to see her or touch her makes me crazy. She won’t come to this place in fear of being judged, you know?”

“Are you into the lifestyle?” I ask, rolling onto my side.

“Fuck yes, I’m a Dom. Just like my brother. But not as cocky.” We both laugh.

“You aren’t a hard ass like Hunter is. You can tell that fucker is a Dom and fucking proud of it.” I roll back onto my back as we speak.

“His power and his abilities go to his head sometimes. But he is really good at what he does, Kat. You could really learn a thing or two from him. Which is why you are here right? To serve a punishment and learn a thing or two?”

“I’m here because I am true to my friend.”

“You have to want to be here to really be here, and I think you know that.”

Silence forms and neither of us say a word. Arrow is partly right. And worse thing is I know exactly what he is saying. It’s a case of getting my stubborn self to comply.

“I hate fish.” I throw it into the air.

“You hate fish?” Arrow laughs and I join in.

We continue to talk for hours. About basic shit, and life. I don’t give away anything personal about my past even though I know he is asking. There is a good friend in Arrow and he is someone I can see myself trusting. At almost two in the morning, Arrow decides it’s time to hit the hay. The whole bottle of gin is gone and our words are nothing but slurring messes. Arrow falls out the door and I laugh loudly.

He gets to his feet and dusts himself off.

“Thanks for the nightcap.” I say, snuggling deep into my mountain of pillows and pulling the blanket up to my neck.

“Anytime. Sweet dreams, Kat.” Arrow says walking out of view.

I close my eyes and beg the sweet dreams to consume me. And they do. Dreams filled with whips and chains flood my mind. Hunter restrained in a chair unable to move makes me wet.

"Let me go, Kat." Hunter growled, impatiently.

I walked to the table, and picked up my favourite crop. It was light, yet nasty if used right. When I turned around, Hunter’s eyes widened.

"Fuck off, Kat."

I stepped towards him.

He rattled the chains that held him restrained. When I was standing in front of him again, I ran the crop over his bare chest, up to his unshaven chin. I flicked the crop lightly, making contact with his drenched skin.

His head tipped back as he swallowed hard.

"Let's play a game, Hunter." I said, straddling his thighs. "You tell me what you want to do with me when you finally get out of these restraints, and if I like it...I'll reward you."

"You're playing with fire." Hunter whispered, when I leaned in closer.

"And you're about to burn, baby."

In my dreams,
The
bitch was back, and hotter than ever...

T
he next day was hectic. From the moment I woke up til the moment I finally sat down at seven o’clock at night, I was flat out. I had not spoken to Hunter all day, but I had seen him several times talking and directing all kinds of people. The palace was packed with people doing different jobs just like yesterday. I saw so many people I knew and had to fight the urge to corner them more than once. The world is such a small place when you think about it.

Arrow and I had worked our butts off helping get the palace ready for the party that was just about to start. I still had to shower and get ready for tonight’s events and from what I heard around the rumour mill, the palace was actually opening to the public for the first time. I had seen crosses, and spanking benches being taken up the second level all day, along with other devices.

I jump in the shower and wash as quickly as I can. The music is echoing through the palace and the doors opened almost an hour ago. Angel told me to shower because I smelled and I couldn’t deny the accusation. I fucking stunk. I had been running around all day and even got a work out in with Rumbles when I should have been helping stack the fridges. The bruises on my body have become more noticeable, and the mark on my face was bright.

I put plenty of makeup on after my shower to hide the mark. Once I was done, you couldn’t tell it was there. I went a little over board tonight, and added foundation, eye shadow and even blush. I put on my uniform and welcomed the changes to my new shirts. It was a tight fitting shirt that showed off my assets perfectly. I did pull it down a little more than I should have so my cleavage was on show. I love my tits. Best tits ever and they are all natural baby...

“Kat, are you in here?” I roll my eyes when Hunter calls out.

“Depends who’s asking?” I call back, pulling my hair out and letting it hang loosely.

Hunter stands in the doorway of the bathroom and leans on the frame. He eyes my body before his eyes land on my face. He’s wearing a suit and fuck me; he looks smart. His chin is dusted with a light layer of hair making him looking fucking edible.

“I think I need to get you new shirts, they are a little small don’t you think?” Hunter rubs his chin with his free hand as he speaks.

“Oh, fucking bite me, Hunter.”

“Any preference as to where?”

“Yeah, my arse.” With that, I walk out thinking I may have won this round.

“Back up on it baby, make me believe you want it and maybe I will.” He calls behind me.

“I don’t want anything from you; I just want to enjoy my night and maybe have some fun with a little subby bitch.”

“You will not touch anyone, you understand me?” Hunter says, following me.

I grab my black fuck me boots from the wardrobe and pull them on. I like my red ones, which still haven’t come back from Sailor’s yet, and I really miss them. But, luckily I have twenty pairs with me.

“Kat, answer me.”

I ignore him. Even if I did open my mouth it would be a fucking lie and because I would not be able to keep my hands to myself.

“Kat, goddamn it, listen to me.” Hunter pulls my arm and I fall into his chest.

“Let me go, the boss will ride my ass if I’m late.”

“I am the boss.”

“Well, guess he won’t ride my ass than. You’re not into that are you?”

“Are you challenging me, Kat?” Hunter leans into me and his beauty catches my breath.

“Maybe I am.”

“Hands to yourself, all night...Don’t even think about playing with anyone. You’re in my house now.”

“Not by choice, and I think you keep forgetting that.” I bite back.

Hunter pushes me against the wall. My back hits it with a thud and the aching in my muscles starts to protest.

“I’m not the kind of man you take home to meet your mother and I sure as hell don't go fishing with your father. I'm the kind that scares the shit out of her that daddies fear for their precious daughters. The kind that makes you moan at inappropriate times, makes you scream to god when your shuddering beneath me, the kind that will restrain you, train you, tease you and please you. I’ll collar you and cuff you, hold your fate and body in my hands... I am your master.”

“Not fucking likely.” I push Hunter’s chest but he doesn’t budge. Just hearing those words, mother and father make me wildly angry.

Instead, he grabs my hands and pins them against the wall above my head. He brings his knee between my legs so I’m basically my legs are wrapped around his. Hunter leans his body weight into me making me gasp.

“Twenty seven days, than you can return to who you think you are. But, right here, right now,” Hunter brings his lips to my ear when he speaks. “You. Are. Mine.”

Hunter lets me go when he finishes speaking and steps back. He straightens his suit and holds out his hand. I look from him to his hand and wonder what the hell he’s thinking? Hunter reaches out and takes one of my hands and places it in his, before practically dragging me out of the room.

“You piss me off, Hunter.” I snap as I follow his strides.

“The feeling is mutual, trust me.”

The party downstairs is pumping hardcore. From the time I went upstairs an hour ago, the place was basically empty. But now there are bodies everywhere. Angel wasn’t fucking wrong when she said all types of people would attend and that Hunter knew how to throw a party. We step down the last step and suddenly the sounds of clapping start. I look out and everyone’s eyes are on Hunter. I automatically get the point to the whole thing.

He wanted everyone to know I was his.

And I’m not fucking happy about it.

I smile sweetly when we hit the bottom step and yank my hand free. Hunter growls, but I ignore his noise. As I walk towards the flocking people, they surround me and hands are thrown in my face. I try walk through the crowds, half pushing, half swerving my way through. When I get to the end of flock, a blonde woman stands in my way. I go to step around her, but she steps in my way.