Punished Into Submission (31 page)

I push his chest to remove him from my bubble. I don’t want him in my bubble anymore; that bubble is about to burst and be flooded with a lot more than him consuming me. He will devour me, if I don’t keep my mind and body in order.

“Kat, wait.”

“No, screw you, Hunter. Go find something else to mind fuck for once.” I walk straight past him and up the stairs.

The same stairs he’s whipped me on, the stairs he touch me gently on, the stairs he would have to drag my half dead body up when I wanted nothing more than to end it all.

B
y the time I’ve cooled off, it’s past dark and the line outside the palace doors bends around the block. Several women shout to security to let them in as the men just stand still and ignore their requests. My mind is still reeling and the long walk I took didn’t help the hole I was feeling in my chest. It was still there, and fuck me it hurt. My back ached, and every time the shirt rubbed my sensitive skin it was like I was being whipped all over again.

When I left, I went to the one place that always helped me think. It’s a little old cottage that’s deep in the forest. I had to pay the cab driver extra to take me there because it makes people nervous, and to be honest it kind of made me nervous being there. It had been two years since I had been there. I used to go to the cottage when I was craving the feel of his touch. I stopped going because Sailor found out and I could never tell him why I went there.

I push through the line and make it to the doors. Security speaks into the hand held radios before opening the door. Rumbles stands just inside the door talking to a woman with a latex dress on. She was rubbing her hand up and down his shoulder as she spoke. He looks scared shitless and yet slightly bored. When his eyes meet mine, he gives me a polite nod and I return the same. The bar is packed as always, the bass vibrated the pictures covering the walls. I feared the last supper would be the first to hit the floor at any moment.

I squeeze my way through the crowd as people squeezed my ass. I turned when it happened the fifth time and grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt. He begged for me to let him go, he didn’t mean any harm by what he did. As I look into his eyes I see fear and excitement. Something I’m normally all too happy to take from someone. But tonight, I can’t do it. I push him into his friends and walk towards the bar.

I reach the bar and see Angel, Arrow and Hunter serving endless customers. I fail to mention the useless bitches that pretend to work. Hunter sees me coming as he hands a drink to a woman over the bar. She smiles at him ever so sweetly and leans over showing her cleavage. Hunter ignores her as he takes the money from her hand.

A gentle hand touches my arm and I turn. David sits on the stool, which isn’t his usual spot. When I look down the end of the bar I snarl. Fucking trash by the name of America has taken his spot. I go to step forward but David grabs my arm and holds me back. He slides a glass half filled with Gin in my direction. I step closer to him and pick it up.

“To feeling the pinch.” He yells over the music.

“To feeling the pinch.” I reply, understanding every word.

We click glasses and I enjoy the burn all the way to my stomach. I put my glass back on the bar and David picks up the bottle half filling my glass as before. He flicks the glass when he’s finished and I pick it up. I wait for him to fill his own before deciding another toast was in order.

“To asshat men who pull down walls.” I click his glass with mine and down it. The alcohol goes straight to my head second time around.

David brings the glass to his lips and down the liquid in a slower fashion. He never takes his eyes off me as he does. I wonder if I have done something to upset him. I really like David. He has a beautiful soul and I will miss him so much when I’m gone. The thought to visit him again after I leave is so strong, but I don’t know if I could stand being back here. Once I leave these walls, I don’t think I could walk back through them.

A hand grips my arm and I close my eyes. If I can’t see him, I can’t feel pissed all over again.

“We need to talk.” Hunter speaks in my ear, his voice...calm.

I don’t really want to talk to him just yet; I need a little space...

I shake my head no, and start to walk away. Hunter pulls me, so my back hits his chest sending lashes of pain through me. The welts are tender and remind me of my stupidity. I really need to find Arrow and apologise. Hunter’s arms wrap around my body, securing me tight against him. I feel his breath on my cheek, before it finds my ear.

“Please, Kat.” he says.

I look up at the bar towards Angel; she briefly looks at me, and then looks away. Maybe if I get this conversation over with now, I can come back to work later. Right now I need the distraction from the emotional feels that beg to play.

“Five minutes.” I lean my head back to whisper in his ear.

“Come.”

He lets my waist go, but takes my hand leading me out into the sea of people. I think we are going upstairs but Hunter takes me into his office and closes the door behind me. The bass vibrates the door and it rattles on its hinges. I stand in front of Hunter’s desk, but face him. The back of the desk hits the back of my knees.

“Where did you go?” he asks, stepping forward.

“It’s really none of your business.” I push off from the desk and take a step forward.

“Stop.”

Hunter puts his hand on my chest and pushes me back slightly. The desk hits the back of my legs and I sit.

“You have to give me something, Kat. I am bending my rules for you and you just....” Hunter runs his hands through his hair and down his face.

“I never asked you to bend anything for me. You’re the one who caved.”

“Because you’re so fucking tempting, I fucking hate it. My self-control has fucked off since you moved in and I hate it. I can’t fucking wait for you to go.” Hunter shouts.

The music continues to flow through the walls.

“I can’t wait to fucking go, just let me go.” I scream back. “Let me out of this stupid punishment bullshit.”

“What is greed, Kat?”

“Fuck off, Hunter.” I step forward, as he pushes me back again.

“What is greed?” his voice is calm, steady.

“I’m not doing this with you; I need to get back to work.” I once again go to step forward, but Hunter hands comes up and wraps around my neck keeping me still, my eyes float to his.

“Greed.”

“Me,” I whisper. “I’m the definition of greed with you. I’m greedy for every fucking thing you give me. Every feeling you make me feel when I’m with you is greed. It’s excessive, I want more. Crave more.”

I try to avert my gaze but Hunter brings my eyes back to his. He brings his other hand up and runs the back of his fingers down my cheek, and over my parted lips.

“Not the answer I wanted, but it will do.” Hunter leans in and brushes his moist lips over mine.

I hum and close my eyes when Hunter kisses the corner of my mouth, once on each side before he pulls away.

“I had a good punishment for Gluttony, but seems the one you got earlier was enough.”

My eyes spring open and I look at Hunter.

“Gluttony?” I question, my voice barely a whisper.

“Yes. The craving you feel for it. You experienced that when you allowed another man to whip you.” Hunter’s grip tightens slightly then weakens, but he doesn’t let me go.

“Hunter I...”

“I don’t know why I care, but I do. I wanted to kill my brother and god knows what I wanted to do to you.” Hunter leans in closer when his voice gets rough, edgy. “I have never felt like that in my life. Seeing that caused so much rage within me, I couldn’t get it out. What you saw, was me mildly pissed off, I was wrath inside.”

“Hunter, please understand I needed it. I needed it just for a moment and you were not here.” I try to reason but he doesn’t care. And to be honest, I don’t blame him.

“Which brings me to the Gluttony thing...you’re a glutton for punishment, doesn’t matter who dishes it. You Kat are a fucking submissive.”

“I am not a submissive, I’m stronger than that.” I seethe as I speak. His words are lies.

“You need to think about what you really are because the person you portray is not the person you are and I think you know that.” Hunter lets my neck go and steps back.

I rub my hands over the skin where Hunter held me.

A loud knock sounds at the door and Hunter walks over to open it. When the door opens, Arrow walks in and starts talking but stops when he sees me.

“Shit, sorry, I’ll come back.” Arrow looks from Hunter to me and back again.

“Good idea.” Hunter walks to the door and opens it.

I catch the corner of Arrow’s face and notice the mark from when he and Hunter had a sparring match, but fresh marks appear on the other side.

“Arrow.” I call, walking towards him. “What the hell happened to your face?”

I cup his face in my hands and turn his head from side to side. He flinches when I touch the bruised cheek. He tries to pull his head from my grip but I grip his face tighter. I look at Hunter when he closes the door and shakes his head. Hunter fucking hit Arrow...

“What the fuck happened?” I shout at Arrow who flinches again.

“Kat, it’s none of your concern.” Arrow has an aggressive tone to his voice, and I don’t like it.

I let him go and watch him walk to the door; he stops in front of Hunter and looks at him. The exchange between the men is quick before Arrow leaves. I watch as Hunter practically slams the door on Arrow’s exit.

“What the fuck did you do to him, Hunter?” I shout, throwing my hands in the air.

“I hit him okay, I fucking drilled him for touching you; you are mine, not his.” Hunter shouts back, pacing the floor.

“You had no right to take that out on him, I did it. I begged him. I begged him to fucking hurt me.” I scream the anger radiates off my body.

“You fucking come to me, you don’t go to him. I’m the one you beg,” Hunter stops pacing and makes his way to me. “I’m the one you fucking beg, you hear me, Kat?”

When he reaches me, Hunter lifts my dress over my head revealing my complete nakedness underneath. His eyes rake my over body before meeting my own, and that’s when I notice the fire in his eyes. I step back against the wall when he steps closer to me. Every sense I have is telling me to walk away, to get away while I can, to not submit to this man...But the irrational part of me is telling me that I’ll love it, and I’ll get through it...that I need to feel this.

As my body hits the wall, the coolness from the wall sends a shudder through me. I suck in a harsh breath when Hunter brings his fingers up to his shirt and starts to slowly unbutton it. His smooth, rock hard body glistens with sweat. I hate that I am affected by this man. I want to go home, to Sailor’s and never come back...

"I've been thinking about you all fucking night, Kat." Hunter’s eyes continue to darken.

My already moist core tightens in anticipation on a promise. He steps forward, caging me between his hard body and the cold wall. When his shirt is fully open, he brings his hands up to my shoulders and racks them down my arms.

"It’s too late to be scared. Remember what I said about fear?" his breath is hot against my flesh.

Before I can answer, he grips my hips almost painfully and pulls my body tight against his.

“I can’t control this feeling anymore, Kat. Sometimes I don't trust myself with you and wish you'd run from me,” he whispers, his voice nervous yet dangerous.

I'm truly shocked by his words. Did he just tell me to run? I have never trusted anyone the way I trust Hunter. He brings out this powerful woman in me; he makes me feel like I can handle the world and anything it throws at me. But I also feel like I’m finally cracking into the hard shell this beautiful, perfectly broken man. He has been chipping away at my layers for days and here I am, where I think I truly want to be and he tells me he'd wish I'd run...

Instinct comes back...

"No," I reach up and grab his face roughly in my hands, bringing his eyes level with mine. "I'm not running. Do your worst Hunter, hurt me, control me, and punish me. But don't push me away."

Hunter blinks a few times; the words I have spoken slowly sink in.

I don't have time to process what I've just said, and before I know what’s happening, I'm picked up and thrown on the desk. The contents of glasses smash as they hit the floor. Papers go flying as I wipe them off with my hands. My back hits the desk with a hard thud and it fucking hurts, but I don’t care. I moan in delight as I watch Hunter tear at his pants, freeing his rock hard length. I instantly lick my lips.

"If I didn't want to fuck you so bad, I would make you suck me first." Hunter growls, before positioning himself at my entrance.

"I like it when you're rough, don't take pity on me now." I tease, and then suck in a breath as he drives wildly into me.

He rams into me over and over again as his fingers dig into the flesh on my hips. I rack my nails down his chest leaving red marks in their wake. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight as he fucks me hard. My back rubs against the desk and tears spring to my eyes. The pain is excruciating, almost like being whipped over and over again. Hunter stops moving suddenly and looks down at me, the fire in his eyes not even close to being extinguished.

“Beg me, Kat. Beg me to fuck you.” It’s a breathless statement.

But I refuse.

I can’t do it...

“No.”

Hunter pulls his cock most of the way out, only the tip rests inside me. I squirm against him trying to get some more penetration from him. He holds me still as I struggle to move.

“Say it.” Hunter growls, feeding me more of his cock instead of taking it away.

“No.” I shout the music outside drowning my cries.

“Be a good girl and say it.” Hunter slowly brings his tip out, than puts it back in. He does this several times, until I’m bucking under his hands, my body portraying my mind and wanting more.

“Please, just....” I bite my lip to stop myself.

Hunter continues to tease with the tip of his cock; his eyes rack my body at the same time. He bites his lips when he moves a hand from my waist to my breast, cupping it. He pinches my nipple between his thumb and finger, applying the right amount of pressure in the wrong circumstance. I buck against him again and again. I need more...