Punished Into Submission (12 page)

I stand up and exit the room not looking or answering when Hunter repeatedly calls my name. His voice gets louder and louder and his tone is harsh. But right now, I need to cool off by fucking hurting someone. I turn at the stairs and pass the door that goes down into the depth of secret society and keep walking. I stop at a long hallway and look left then right. Several voices can be heard from the right, so I choose to stay the hell away from any form of temptation.

D
oor after door lines the hall. As I continue to walk I see glass windows. Stopping to look inside, I realise that the asshole has a gym. A tall, built guy stands facing a mirror lifting weights. I watch as his arms flex up and down, his muscles bulging in response. Without thinking, I walk along the mirror until the door comes in view and I push it open, entering. This gym has every piece of equipment you could imagine. Rowing machines, bench presses, treadmills, air walkers, cross trainers, and even a stripper pole. I couldn’t imagine Hunter doing his routine on it, but one would never know.

The thing that catches my eye is a punching bag. The image of Hunter’s head appears on at the same time. I walk over and pick up a set of gloves, tying the laces up as tight as I can before sliding them onto my small hands. They are too big but I don’t give a shit. I need to punch the shit out of this fucking bag while his image is still there. The laces are as tight as I can get them, but they still swim.

Taking a deep breath, I walk two short steps and bring my hands in front of my face before blowing out and punching the shit out of the bag. Each hit sends an echo throughout the room and soon I’m lost in thought. The bag swings left and right briefly with each punch, but the opposing punch sends it back just as fast. I feel the beads of sweat roll down my cleavage, and my back is moist. I add a few hard kicks into the bag after, left, right, left, right, left, kick.

My body aches and it’s a reminder of previous events, which for some fucked up reason makes me angrier. I swing at the bag again and two hands grip the sides, before a head appears to the side of the bag. I briefly meet his eyes before I continue beating the shit of the bag with my hands and feet. I make contact with the bag at least ten more times before the bag is pushed out of the way and a human body is the only thing in my vision.

He holds up his hands and indicates for me to wait. I watch him pull two gloves out of his back pocket before he slides them onto his huge hands. This guy is built like a brick shit house. His muscles bulge through his damp white shirt, while sweat covers his face and neck. I note the tattoo lining his neck that says, RUMBLES in big black letters.

When he’s done putting his gloves on, he brings his glove covered hands up to his face.

“Where’s your guard, put it up.” He instructs his voice rough.

I put my guard up and step to the side when he starts bouncing off each foot. I throw the first punch and it connects with his cheek. A grunt sounds as his head jerks to the side. I throw a quick second but he dodges it. My eyes wander as he throws the next and it connects with my shoulder sending a sharp throb shooting to my neck. I shake it off and swing again.

“Eye contact, you must keep eye contact with your mark. Don’t ever take your eyes of them. That’s when you get beat.”

My eyes stay focused on his, as we continue to exchange punches. I connect with his face a few more times and get him good in the stomach. Mind you, it was like hitting a wall of cement and I swear I broke a finger or two even through the glove.

“Remember to always think one punch ahead.” He says, throwing a punch hard into my face.

I retaliate by giving a few short, hard yet quick punches into his shoulder and the side of his face. Grunts fill the air with each contact made to either him or me. My body will be battered and bruised tomorrow, but it will all be worth it. I think I may have found a new way to release the built up anger within me. If only I did this, years ago when all the bad shit happened in my life, when I became damaged goods, and broken. A new image flashes into my mind and I subconsciously suck in a breath to fight the horror.

I’m aware my hits are becoming harder and faster, and I start to think one step ahead when the brick wall starts to deliver the same. I add a few high and low kicks after a left, right. I think I’m doing well until he grabs my foot and tips me over effectively making me land hard on my back. His face comes into view and the image of my mother and father are gone.

“Settle down, princess.” His brow furrows, while his chest heaves up and down just like mine is. “You’re going to blow a fuse.”

He has no idea...

I refrain from punching this guy in the face for calling me a princess. Obviously I’m not. I’m the fucking queen. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. My chest moves up and down fast. I can feel the sweat in the gloves and I try to pull them off but they won’t come off. I’m aware of my arms moving and suddenly I can feel the coolness against my hands. I open my eyes as my breath returns and note a huge hand in my face. I grip it, and I’m hauled to my feet.

“You need to warm down, get on the treadmill and walk it off now.” He points to the treadmills, then chucks a towel at me.

I catch it and head over towards the treadmills, but veer off course and jump on the cross trainer. I wipe my face and cleavage with the towel to remove the built up sweat before putting the towel around my neck and climbing on.

Two hours later, my legs and arms feel like jello. I smell fucking horrible and I can hear the shower calling my name. Throughout the two hours, I moved from the cross trainer to the rowing machine, to weights. I even did a little dance on the pole before hanging upside down. I stayed there long enough to feel the blood rush to my head then sat upright again. The guy continued to work out too, and every now and then his grunts would make me giggle.

I walk over to the kitchen area in the gym and open the fridge door. I grab an energy drink and drink the entire contents in no time at all.

“Thanks for the boxing match earlier; I needed that just as much as you did.” The rough voice says from behind me.

I turn around and smile weakly before extending my hand.

“I’m Kat by the way, and yeah I did need it.”

He takes my small hand in his is too large one and squeezes before he shakes. His hands are sweaty and gross and his shirt is sticking to his skin.

“I’m Rumbles, or Levi. Whichever you remember.”

“Which do you prefer?” I wipe my face with the corner of the towel as I speak.

“Depends, are we friends or enemies?”

“I don’t have friends.” I say all too quickly.

“Well neither do I.”

He lets my hand go and heads towards the door. When the door opens I hear a second voice and turn to see Hunter and Rumbles in a handshake. I throw my empty bottle in the trash and walk to the door. Both the men move to the side when I exit, but a hand grabs my wrist as I walk through. The instant his hand touches me, I stop.

“I have something for you.” Hunter says, looking at me blankly.

“It better be my door.”

Hunter shakes his head and looks to Rumbles who excuses himself before squeezing past Hunter and me. Hunter lets my hand go and I start back the way I came. I need to get to my room and have a shower pronto. I wasn’t interested in Hunter’s little gift, or what he wanted to say. I just wanted sleep, tomorrow was a new day and if he continued to piss me off, tomorrow would never come.

I walk up the stairs and head to my room. But Hunter catches me and directs me straight past my room and past his. I have no idea where the hell we are going, but all I want to do is shower and sleep.

“Hunter, I’m fucking smelly, and I am tired. Just leave me alone.” I go to turn around but Hunter stops me by stepping in my way.

I look up at his face and note how pretty this guy is. Well, fucking sexy is more like it. His day old growth lines his face and it takes self-restraint not to reach up and touch it. I hear a door open and look to the side as Hunter pushes it open with his hand.

“Come on, you’ll like it I promise,” he says, playfully.

“You said that this morning and I hated it.”

The room is dark but low lights flicker from within. I step inside the doorway and see dozens of candles lining the floors, walls and benches. A spa bubbles away in the corner and I think I melt a little. Fuck yes; this is just what I need. The smell of cherries fill the air and it reminds me of when I was a child. I love the smell of cherries just as much as I love eating them. I hear the door close behind me and without thinking or caring if Hunter is in the room with me, I start to strip off. I leave my clothes where they fall. The steam from the water floats as mist as I step into the tub. Its scorching hot but so bloody good.

My skin heats instantly, marking it red. I settle into the corner of the large spa and hit the switch to my left. Several jets shoot water into my aching muscles, which causes a slight jolt reaction out of my body. I settle back and will my body to relax enough to heal. I have no doubt that I have a few bruises already forming on my skin.

‘Nickleback’ starts to sound in the background and I turn to see Hunter playing with an iPod dock. His eyes lock to mine and I turn instantly.

“I spoke to Sailor; he gave me a few little things to work with,” Hunter says over the music.

“You could have just asked me.”

“Would you have told me?”

“No.”

“Exactly Kat.”

I thread my hands through the water causing waves. The jets work my muscles and the pain I felt is now a numb effect on my body. It’s just too relaxing now. I close my eyes and my whole body goes limp. I’m aware of the sloshing water as Hunter climbs in with me. His leg brushes against mine and I pull it away like an immature child pouting. I lay there for long minutes enjoying the jets and heat, keeping my mind clear and free of all the bullshit in life.

I feel his hands, one either side of my hips, and then I am moving. I keep my eyes closed as I go limp and basically turn into a sack of potatoes. He pulls my body to his, and instantly I wrap my legs about his waist when he settles into the opposite corner of the spa. With my eyes still closed I can’t see his face, and in my mind I can make him be anyone I want. Right now, Mark Wahlberg sounds like a good option.

His hands leave my hips, but they soon grab each side of my face. His right thumb strokes my cheek and I flinch at the soreness.

“He got you a beauty here.” Hunter says softly, lightly touching my cheek. “Does it hurt?”

“Mmmm,” I moan. “A little.”

I open my eyes just as Hunter begins leaning in. his lips meet my cheek in a gentle kiss. His lips stay a little longer than I would have thought which causes me to move my head slightly. Hunter pulls his head back a little making his mouth so fucking close to mine. I feel his cock hardening between my legs and I grind my cunt into his hardening length.

I bring my lips to his, and grab his bottom lip with my teeth, biting down gently. Hunter runs his hands through my hair, and pulls hard at the base on my bun. I let his lip go before my head tips back, exposing my neck to his vicious bite.

“Mmmm.” It’s quiet, but audible.

“Quiet.” Hunter commands roughly against my throat.

I feel his tongue dart out and lick my skin. It’s erotic and consuming. I try to pull my head forward but Hunter’s grip on my hair is too tight; it sends a pain through my scalp, but I don’t mind. Not one bit. His mouth moves upwards as he showers kisses along the way. When he reaches my chin, he lets his grip on my hair loosen and I am able to bring my lips to his again. I lick his lips with my tongue before pushing my tongue into his slightly opened mouth. Just as I think this will finally be the kiss I have been waiting for, his hands grab my face and push me back.

“No.” Once again, it’s a warning.

“Yes.”

I bring my hands up to his face and pull him towards me. He comes close easily. Hunter brings his lips to mine this time and I open instantly, its quick and fucking useless. I try to take over the kiss but he pulls back all too soon. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Kiss me god damn it.” It’s frustration, and it’s warranted. He’s a fucking tease and he knows it.

“I can’t.”

“Hunter, are you gay? Is that what this is about?” I rip my head from his grip and let go of his face.

“I’m not gay, and you know that.”

“Well, no I don’t. And all the signs are there, the clean room, perfectly arranged clothes, having a dead fucking sexy woman in front of you and you won’t....”

I shut up for two reasons, one out of shock and two because Hunter’s mouth finds mine in an aggressive, devouring kiss. His tongue strokes mine in a heated movement. My arms wrap around his neck the instant I start to melt. I rock my hips into Hunter’s now very hard cock. He moans ever so quietly while mine is not so quiet. I can taste the rich blended scotch I tried this morning and now know why it’s hidden. It’s his.

Hunter’s hands grip my hips roughly, I’m not sure if it’s to stop me, or to encourage me but he causes me to rock and grind harder. His kiss is intoxicating and aggressive. When he pulls back, I clamp down on his lip. I don’t want it to end just yet. Not being able to stand it much longer, I reach between our bodies and grip is cock. I move my body so the tip of his length is almost at my entrance.

“Let me fuck you, Hunter.” I say, against his mouth but continuing to lick and suck his now swollen lips. Mine feel that way without a doubt.

“No, my rules remember. And I say no. It’s all about patience.” Hunter grips my face, which brings our mouths back to a heated pash.

Not listening to a fucking word he has said, or is saying, I lift my body slightly so the tip of his cock is almost penetrating me. His hot tip starts to enter me slowly, almost painfully slow. I open my mouth when the sheer size starts to stretch my opening. I am fucking wet, and not just from the water. From the want I have for him right now. I almost feel sick, just thinking about how much this man has affected me. I’m not this person, but I can’t stop it, not right now.