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Authors: Holly Carter

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“Thanks, Kat. I think I taught you well.” He winks with his good eye but pulls a face afterwards.

“I think you need to rest, no more gym for you.” Angel says, coming over to reassess the damage on his face.

“I’m fine, stop fussing over me. I’m a grown ass man.” He shouts the humour rigs in his voice.

“That got beaten by a girl.” I say, laughing my ass off.

Rumbles laughs, while Angel shakes her head. She beats the shit out of people for pleasure yet freaks out over this. I take the towel off my wrist and see the swelling has stayed stable. The bruise is evident and it’s painful as I flex my hand open and closed. I hear arrow laugh and I turn around to see him and Hunter walking into the bar, hunter talking while arrow laughs.

When they approach Arrow stop laughing and looks at me, than to Rumbles. He nudges Hunter and he does the same.

“What the hell happened to you?” Hunter asks Rumbles, removing the ice from his face.

“A very angry Kat happened.” Rumbles says, looking towards me.

“I turned into a Tiger today, Hunter. Roar.” I do the clawing actions as I speak.

The corner of Hunter’s lips turns up into a smile as I do my clawing action. Needing to shower before my shift, I slide off the bench and hand the towel to Angel, thanking her for her help. She nods before leaning in and kissing my cheeks, taking me a little by surprise. I turn to Rumbles and put up my good hand for a high five. His huge hand hits mine and we exchange winks. It’s a routine thing we do after a boxing match these days. Reminding us that what happens in the ring stays in the ring.

I head to my room and get my uniform out of the draws before heading into the bathroom. My wrist aches and I try to get undressed one handed. I grip the side of my pants with my one good hand and try to shimmy them down. I trip and fall forward, hitting my hip on the sink.

“Shit.”

I get my balance and try again. My wrist is fucking aching and it may just kill me to use my hand. I get my pants down and use my feet to get them off completely. My G-string is like butt floss; so far up my ass I’m worried for its safety. I try the same technique to get it off, but end up having to use both hands. I chant a string of curses as I slide the thing piece of material down my legs.

“Do you need a hand?”

I bolt upright and turn towards the door. Hunter leans against the frame his hands across his chest. Humour shows in his eyes, as well as in his voice. I have two choices right now, one, be a bitch and suffer through the pain. Or two, be nice and ask for help...

“I’m fine.” I say, flicking my G-string across the bathroom.

“Don’t be stubborn.” Hunter walks into the bathroom and stop in front of me.

“I’m not stubborn.” I protest.

He grabs the hem of my shirt and starts to pull it up.

“Lift your arms.” He instructs.

I think about it before I comply. I lift my arms, mindful of my throbbing wrist. Hunter pulls the shirt over my head and throws it on the growing pile of clothes. I watch it hit the pile and I yell out “score,” when it hits the top.

“Turn around.” Hunter says, motioning with a single finger for me to do so.

I turn around so I’m facing the mirror. I see hunter eyeing my body from behind. The urge to shake my ass is strong but right now all I want is that shower. As Hunter’s eyes continue to rack my body his hands unlatch my bra. I continue to watch him as he watches me until our eyes meet in the reflection. His hands appear on my shoulders as he pushes the straps down my arms. His fingers tips slightly graze my skin leaving bumps in their wake.

“Your skin is so soft.” He says, bringing his lips to my shoulder.

A shiver runs through me when he touches me with his lips, and I can’t figure out whether it’s a good touch or bad. He places several open mouthed kisses on my shoulder, the wetness is chilling when he blows on it. Hunter’s lips travel up my neck; I instantly tilt my head to the side to allow him access. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding me tight. While the other grips my neck, and brings my neck further to the side. Without thinking, I place one hand on his, holding my waist and the other as it grips his hand that holds my neck.

“Ah.”

“Careful, sweet girl.” He calms.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” I ask, letting my injured limb drop to my side.

“Never ask a question you don’t want the answer to, Kat.”

“I want to know.”

“No, you only think you do.”

Hunter continues to shower painful kisses along my throat and collar bone. His teeth sink into my flesh and I know he is marking me. While I hate it, I also love it. The way he handles my body is alluring.

“Shower, I’m taking you out to lunch.” Hunter says, in between the vicious bites.

“I don’t date.”

“You do now.”

I laugh.

I don’t do lunch with men unless it involves pain being inflicted by me. Hunter’s hand around my waist moves in a quick movement and he pulls my bra off my body leaving me naked in front of him. I watch him as he watches me in the mirror. He cups my breast in his hand, massaging. His thumb darts out and brushes over my sensitive nipple sending a tingle throughout my body.

“Lunch, then I’m taking you to see a doctor.” Hunter says against my ear.

“I have to work; I don’t want the boss up my ass later for not showing up.” I close my eyes when I speak. Hunters thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple, before he pulls it gently.

“You would love the boss riding your sweet ass, wouldn’t you Kat?”

I can feel his hardness against my ass, and when he talks, he thrusts his hips into me. I can feel my pussy moistening to his voice and demands.

“I hate you.” I spit, hating my body for reacting.

“No you don’t.” Hunter kisses me one more time and adds a pinch before he lets me go and steps back. I watch them in the mirror as he walks to the shower and turns it on, testing the water too. When he’s satisfied, he steps away and opens the shower door wide, gesturing for me to enter. I walk over and brush my naked body against hunter as I get into the shower. I hear a grunt as a step in and know I’m affecting him similar to how he does me.

Hunter reaches into the shower and grabs the soap and a washer. I watch as it rubs the soap onto the washer before he passes it to me. I reach out and take it off him. I wash my arms, chest and stomach before I bend down to wash my legs. When I lean down the throbbing in my wrist worsens.

“Ouch. Mother fucker.”

“Does it hurt?” Hunter asks, as I look up at him.

“What do you think?”

Hunter just nods as he reaches out for washer. I grip it hard, not letting him take it.

“Let me wash you.” Hunter tugs the washer and I let it go from my grip.

He bends down and washes my legs than taps my feet when it’s time to lift them. I lift them one at a time, before rinsing them off one at a time. The washer travels up my legs as he travels to my inner thigh I open my legs slightly and watch his movements when he gets to my cunt. He washes my sex with careful actions but applies pressure with his finger through the cloth. Sucking in a breath, when I can no longer feel the fabric, but only his fingers pushing inside me.

“I never go past first base on the first date.”

Hunter looks up at me, and chuckles as his fingers thrust in and out.

“I want to see you come before we go, so when we are at lunch all you think about is me.”

His thumb brushes over my clit as the pace of his fingers increase. I lean against the wall when my body becomes weak with pleasure. I close my eyes tightly, when that spot gets stroked over and over. A moan escapes my lips as my chest rises and falls fast. My muscles clench around Hunter’s fingers as his thumb rubs harder sending me into over drive. With my good hand I grip his hand that’s fucking me. I use his hand to fuck myself fast and harder. Within seconds I’m a shuddering, explosive mess.

“Open your eyes.” Hunter commands.

I shake my head as I ride my orgasm out on his fingers.

“Open those fucking eyes, Kat.” Hunters voice is a growl second time around.

My eyes open and I have two seconds to think before Hunter’s mouth is consuming mine. He swallows my violent screams of pleasure as he works his hand faster. With his tongue coaxing and licking mine, I melt, a little more. This man knows how to kiss. It’s almost dangerous because it’s addictive. And I’m an addict.

~*~*~*~*~*~

W
e pull up two hours and two orgasms later at the beachfront restaurant. I owned another orgasm and Hunter owned the other. One thing I have learnt about Hunter is he loves his cock being sucked. It was a little hard to say no when I dropped to my knees and begged him to let me suck him dry. And suck him I did. Once I had him free, my tongue worked the shaft as my hand cupped and massaged his balls. I sucked and licked, taking him deep in my throat until he couldn’t take it anymore and shot his load down my throat. I sucked him until the last seed dropped and he basically begged me to stop before he comes again.

Hunter pulled up at the front doors and got out before coming around to open my door. He opens the door and puts out his hand and I put mine in his as he helps me out of the car. I pull down my dress than crept up in the car as Hunter stoked my leg while he drove. My dress was one of my favourites. It was a short, red number with lace down the sides that revealed my creamy skin. Since I didn’t have my red boots back yet, I had to wear my six inch heals which only just put me up to hunters shoulders.

Hunter throws his keys to the velate as he walks us through the doors.

“Mr Ford, your table is ready and your guest is waiting.” The waitress says, showing us to the table.

Guest?

“Who is joining us for lunch?” I asking leaning into Hunters shoulder.

Hunter looks down at me and smiles but doesn’t answer my question. As we approach I notice the old guy that sits in the bar at the palace basically all day long. He stands when he approach and Hunter reaches his hand out and shakes it. When he reaches out and takes my hand in his, he brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss on it.

“Nice to see you again, Kat.” he says, before he kisses it again.

“Ah, yeah. You too.” I say confused as to who the hell he is, and how he knows my name. I know he stares at me a lot and last time I spoke to him, I swear he was hitting on me. I hope Hunter hasn’t brought me here to set me up as a punishment.

Hunter pulls out the chair and I wonder where the domineering asshat went. This gentle side of Hunter is making me nervous and slightly confused. I take a seat and watch as Hunter and the old guy sit at the same time. The waitress puts a menu in the front of each of us before she stands by Hunter’s side with a pen and paper.

“Can I take a drink order?” she asks, bouncing on the spot.

“Two Gins’ and a Scotch. Thank you.” Hunter says as he flicks through the menu.

“Are you ready to order lunch, Mr Ford?” When she speaks to Hunter, her cheeks flush red. The poor girl is going to blow a fuse the minute he looks at her.

“Kat?”

I look from the girl to Hunter when he speaks my name. I pick up the menu and flick through it, trying to decide what to eat. I could eat the ass out of a cow right now; I’m that fucking hungry.

“I want meat. A big, fat juicy piece of meat.” I say, looking at Hunter over the menu.

I watch as the old guy chokes on his water after my comment. The lady at the table next to us also has a coughing fit and I’m close to calling her an ambulance. Hunter smirks and rubs his foot against mine under the table, before he leans over and crooks his finger towards me. I contemplate my actions before leaning in towards him in return.

“You want a big, juicy, fat piece of meat?” Hunter’s hand finds my thigh under the table. He uses his hand to spread my thighs open and his fingers rub against my bare skin. Oops... I must have forgotten to put panties on. I can’t tell if Hunter is impressed or very unimpressed as his eyes change to a dangerous shade.

“I love meat.”

“I will give you your juicy piece of meat when we get home.” Hunter pushes a finger into my sex. “Or I can take you in the bathroom?”

“I’m hungry.” Was my only reply because, fuck me, I was hungry.

“And feed you I will.”

Hunter removes his fingers and straightens himself before turning to the waitress. Her face is comical. I think she may have had an orgasm watching our exchange. I look to the old guy and he is looking everywhere but at Hunter and I. his face is covered in sweat but it’s not hot inside the restaurant. I giggle to myself. Hunter orders three steaks with salad and hands the menus back to the waitress, who’s wiping her hands on her shirt.

“So, Hunter.” The old guy says, I still haven’t got his name and it feels kind of strange calling him that. “I saw the books yesterday and the palace is doing better than you thought.”

“It is. I have some big plans that I want to run by you when the new figures come back from the accountant.” Hunter sips his water after he speaks.

“Arrow told briefly about these plans and I think they will work, only if Master’s continues to go good. When is the next party?”

I feel so fancy in this place. Women wear fancy dresses or suits while the men dress in business attire. And here I am, in a hooker dress. But over my dead body would you see me in a fancy fucking dress. I wondered why a suit tailor was walking around the palace this morning. The waitress drops our drinks off at the table, she stutters as she places them down.

“Tonight.” Hunter says, looking at me.

“Another party?”

“Yes, but you won’t be working. You will be attending as my date.” Hunter looks from to our guest.

“Nuh, ah. I hardly agreed to lunch.”

Hunter ignores me and starts talking cars with the guy who is still... nameless. They talk up until lunch is served and during lunch no one says a word. I eat the ass out of the beast and devour my meal in no time. I’m so full by the time I finish; my stomach is the shape of a beach ball. I pat my stomach before wiping my mouth and placing the napkin on the table.

“Hungry, Kat?” The nameless guy asks.

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