Punished Into Submission (17 page)

“I’m so sor...” I trail off as I look up and see his face.

“No need to apologise.” Hunter says smugly.

“Are you fucking stalking me?”

His eyes are deep green today. The clouds of mystery have returned.

“I guess I could be.” He smirks playfully before backing me up against the wall.

“Why are you here? I’m trying to get the fuck away from you.” My chest is rising and falling quickly as he starts to lean into me.

“You called me obnoxious.” He whispers softly. “And you never told me where you were going. This is a chance meeting, but since I have you in my grip, I want you home in an hour so I can teach that fucking mouth of yours a lesson or two.”

I don’t know whether to knee him in the balls or fucking kiss his sweet lips. He knows his way with words and when he speaks it sends a message straight to my near damp panties. I can feel his fingers digging into my hips; he brings his body harder into mine so his erection rubs against my core.

“You have an erection in public”? I try to act shocked, but I’m not.

“You make me hard and angry when you don’t listen to me.” He chuckles in a throaty tone leaning into my ear.

“Why don’t you tie me up and fuck me, Hunter?”

He rubs himself a little harder into me, enough to make me gasp softly. But of course he heard me. He decides to take it upon himself to do it again, but harder this time. He leans in closer; I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Why don’t you call me, Master? Even Sir will suffice for now.”

“Not a fucking chance, Hunter.” I say breathlessly. I’m actually panting a little despite my own disgust with myself.

“No? Well, we will see about that.” He bites my ear softly and I close my eyes.

Before I get the chance to say anything else, my body becomes free of his. I open my eyes and see him rearranging his erection that is obviously dying to come out and play. I bite my lip thinking about how well my lips wrapped around it last night. When I finally brought my eyes up to his, he smirked.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I like it.” He stepped into me in one quick move.

I open my mouth to disagree, but his mouth comes down on mine, hard. His tongue dives straight between my lips seeking my own. He tastes like coffee and chocolate. I’m surprised I’m somewhat hungry again. My hands come up and find his hair bringing him closer, deeper. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself. This would be the last time I let him affect me like this, and I wanted to make it good. As my fingers work through his hair, his hands cup my ass, pulling me into his erection. I moan softly.

“Excuse me, stop swapping tongue and let’s go.” Shiloh yells down the hallway.

I come back to reality in an instant.

“Fuck off now, you got what you wanted.” I say letting go of him, slightly pushing him away.

He stepped back and allowed me to move past him.

“Oh, Kat. I want a lot more than that from you. I want you to submit to me. And I will eat you... I mean see you later.” He says, slapping my ass rather hard as I walk away.

Fuck I was in trouble........ And I kind of liked it.

“See you in five hours.” I smile to him over my shoulder as I continue up the hallway.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You will see me in an hour; even if I have to drag you home myself.” He threw back, loud enough for the whole café to hear.

As I walked out of the hallway, everybody’s eyes were on me. The group of guys at his table all spat out their coffees when he spoke his words. I think I actually blushed a little. And trust me that doesn’t happen to me very often. I noticed a few of them from the party at the palace last night. It was weird seeing them with clothes on.

I saw a laughing Shiloh waiting for me by the door; I grabbed her arm and literally ran away from the café. After today, I don’t know if I will enjoy lunch there anymore.

H
alf a dozen shops, four hours and almost two thousand dollars gone, I am satisfied...for now at least. Nothing beats a little retail therapy after a hot night of floggings and an encounter with Hunter in public. I brought a new yellow lace bra and panties set, along with Espiral Lingerie Top, Garter Belt with G-String. I didn’t like it to start with, but I decided to buy it just in case someone I would be entertaining did. I remember Hunter commenting on my lingerie when I unpacked my bags and... well I’m sure I can feed someone’s hunger if he’s not interested.

Shiloh has not stopped questioning me about Sailor, Hunter, and my thirty days at the palace. I gave her small details, but I think it made it worse. All I’ve heard throughout our shopping trip is crude comments about my night, then about my stupidity this morning. I still can’t believe he cornered me like that. I curse myself over and over. You would think I would be satisfied after last night, and the truth be told I’m not. I want more, and what’s worse is I want it with him...

“Stop thinking about him,” she says, slapping me playfully on the arm.

“I’m not thinking about him.” I dismiss a little too quickly.

“You are, I can tell with that look on your face. And look your drooling.” She wipes my chin with her finger.

“I am not drooling. You’re hallucinating.”

“I was drooling watching you two for Christ sakes. It was hot.”

“It was not.”

“It was so.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. I am not going to win this argument. “Fine. What the fuck ever, Shiloh.” I throw my hands up in frustration.

“Whatever.”

End of conversation.

We stop at a freestanding coffee stand. My two lattes weren’t enough this morning. As much as I would enjoy a shot of tequila right now, funny enough, it’s not available. I order my large extra strong cappuccino to go, while my weird friend orders some strange coffee blend.

I grab my phone out that I’ve been hiding from Hunter in fear he will take it from me. I check my messages; Sailor has called me twice, but never left a message. I feel a little guilty for some reason and I’m not sure if I should or not. The whole situation is mind fucking and I hate it. It makes me want to drink again. Or whip the shit out of someone.

The coffee man shakes my cappuccino in my face and I take it. Rude! I wait another few minutes scrolling through my other messages while Shiloh sings loudly. Of course her choice of song is “Sex is on Fire” by Kings of Leon... nice choice. In the end I give in and sing with her, everyone around us looks as we sing suggestively to each other. After we finish, we continue to walk back to the palace like nothing ever happened at the café stand.

“Can you imagine how cute your babies would look?” she says, like it’s something harmless.

Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from... “Excuse me?” I spit a mouthful of coffee.

She chuckles helplessly.

“You’re fucking nasty. And I don’t want kids. Especially not with him. Like what the fuck are you thinking about in that tainted head of yours?” I wipe my chin as I speak.

“I want babies, lots and lots of babies. But I have to find the right one for that first I guess.” Shiloh looks as though she has just figured the world out.

“Well yes, you normally do need a male input for that kind of stuff.” I say, uncomfortably.

When I first met Shiloh the thing that came to mind was Legally Blonde. Seriously, that movie should have been about her. But, I love her the way she is. She’s a total crack up, and always knows how to make me feel better when I’m having a tantrum or feeling depressed. We all need friends’ like that in life.

She was just as fucked up and broken as I was, but she handled life a lot better than I did. She has the perfect Mistress, and trusts her with her life. As we resume casually strolling down the street towards the palace, we discuss catching up next week. I know I am going to be sore tomorrow, when Hunter finally gets a hold of me for not being home hours ago, but I don’t care. No one can play a game better than I can.

I
’m cautious when I arrive back at the palace. I push the large wooden doors open enough to peek inside and see who is about. Everything is clean and the place is dead quiet. This could either be really, really good, or really, really bad. I whistle into the hall and listen to it echo. When I get no response, I decide it’s safe to go inside. I walk inside and push the heavy wooden door closed behind me. It bangs hard when it closes and I piss bolt up the stairs and charge into my room.

I throw my bags of goodies onto the bed before taking off my boots. My feet kill me and I think I may hit Arrow up for a foot rub when I see him. I strip out of my clothes and find my yoga pants and tank, so I can go down to the gym and grab a work out. I haven’t been given working orders for today so I have no intention of pouring drinks for anyone but myself. I get dressed then go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. I put my red locks into a tight ponytail before heading out.

When I exit, I see Hunter standing in front of me with his arms across his chest. His green eyes are blazing with wrath. He looks hot! His black shirt hugs his muscles in a delicious way. I try hard to wipe the smirk of my face, but I can't. He looks so tough, it’s kind of adorable.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Hunter steps towards me.

“You.”

“You won’t be laughing when I redden your ass.”

“Is that another challenge, Hunter?”

“Once again you disobeyed my orders." The dangerous tone returns to his voice.

"In my defense, I did say I wouldn’t be home within your time frame.” I’m still grinning like an idiot as I try to calm my inner laughter.

Hunter growls as he closes the distance between us. When he's standing in front of me, he grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh through the material. He picks me up easily and I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves me back towards the bed in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, toying and playing with the strands.

“Your hair is so soft; does your hairdresser wash it daily for you?” I ask, pulling it as I speak.

Hunter deposits me on the bed, but I keep a firm hold and bring him down on top of me.

“Are you going to give me another orgasm? Because if you are, I’d like it done with you co....”

Hunter mouth finds mine in an alluring, indulgent kiss. His tongue lashes against mine consuming all my thoughts. The kiss seems to last minutes, but it’s only mere seconds before he pulls away and removes my hands from his body. His hands grab my thighs, and he uses his grip to flip me over onto my stomach. My pants are down and his first smack shocks me a little.

"You frustrate me to no end, Kat." Hunter says, in between two more hard smacks. "I give you an instruction, I expect you follow it, but you keep disobeying me...deliberately.”

I don't think Hunter realizes how much I enjoyed his threats when he speaks them. Or how much I enjoy the frustration I cause him.

"I’ve never been good at following instructions, so don’t be so hard on yourself." I smile through the burn as I speak.

He stops the spanking and I hear the sound of his belt being undone. One of two things is about to happen and while I hope it’s one, I know it’s going to be the other. When I don’t hear the zipper come down, I brace myself for the impact. I don’t wait long before a sharp sting radiates from my ass to my thigh.

“Count, Kat." Hunter commands, as he hits me again.

“I forgot how to.” I say, willing my hands to move from in front of me so I can rub the pain away.

“Count.” He repeats his voice harsher then I have heard it before.

“One."

He hits me again.

"Two." It feels good and bad.

"How many do you deserve?"

I think about my answer but don’t reply.

He doesn't ask me again, he just continues to flog me with the leather belt.

"Three." It cuts into my flesh.

“Four."

“Louder, Kat. I can’t fucking hear you.”

“Well turn your hearing aid up, grandpa.” That comments earns me harder hits.

Just like before, I'm getting more fucking turned on with each hit. I continue to count as he continues to punish me for disobeying him. He hits me seven times before he stops. My skin burns and I can imagine it being a pretty color pink. I have no doubt I will feel the pain for hours to come. I hear the belt hit the floor and seconds later Hunter’s body is laying over mine, his front to my back. His hard cock digs into my ass through his pants. One hand threads through my hair gripping it and pulling my head back, while the other one holds his weight beside my head.

"Be a good girl, and I will give you my cock.” Hunter thrusts his hips, effectively digging himself into me more.

"I don’t do good."

“If you want it bad enough you will.” Hunter leaves an open mouthed kiss on my cheek before he lets me go and stands up. His hand connects with my ass one more time before I hear his footsteps leaving the room. My ass went from hot to burning and while I kind of liked it, for some reason it seems to irritate me. I pull up my pants, and stand straightening my clothes. Right now that work out I planned, is going from a light work out to the boxing ring. I just pray Rumbles is ready for a fight.

“K
eep your guard up, but let down the wall.” Rumbles yells over and over.

“My fucking guard is up, and that wall is staying firmly in place.” I throw a left then a right.

“It doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger.” Rumbles reacts by throwing a punch right then a left, before doing a double take and hitting me with his left again.

I ignore his comment and put my weight into each hard punch. Out of fifty punches, I have only connected five times and Rumbles has hit me with every swing he’s aimed. I block my face as I bring up my leg, making it connect with his side. He buckles a little but straightens before jabbing left, left, right into my shoulder and chest.

“You all right?” he drops his guard and I manage to hit him twice in the face.

“Don’t go easy on me now; put your fucking guard up.” I yell, aggressively.