Punished Into Submission (2 page)

I never sleep alone; I have nightmares when I do. Flashbacks of my past mostly; I still feel the pain and hear those words when I sleep. But now they are more muffled sounds that I can’t quite make out. But I know they are there, that’s why Sailor sleeps with me.

I grip his arm tightly for comfort as I squeeze my eyes shut. I need to get these thoughts out of my mind before I sleep, otherwise; I won’t sleep at all. Slowly, I relax. My mind goes blank and sleep takes me.

“T
hanks for doing this Hunter, I owe you.”

“If she is as feisty as they say, you will owe me. I’m not a goddamn baby sitter, Sailor.”

I hear voices and open my eyes; Sailor is standing in the doorway shirtless. His tight back on display to me, jeans hanging low on his hips. I don’t see the male voice that’s speaking to Sailor, but his voice is husky and strong. It makes me shiver.

“I need you to do this for me please, Hunter, this has to be done.” Sailor runs his hand through his hair. He’s frustrated, I can tell.

“Fuck me, okay. Alright. I will do it, but if this doesn’t work, she’s going to Major,” Husky voice speaks.

Sailor turns to face me, it’s almost like he can sense my eyes throwing daggers at his back. A small smile splays across his face as he walks towards me. He crawls onto the bed, than brings my body against his.

“Good morning, Tiger.”

“What’s so good about it?” I mumble.

His fingers stroke my cheek before he grabs my chin. His mouth meets mine in a quick but fiery kiss.

“Your bags are packed, it’s time to go,” I close my eyes. “Don’t close your eyes, Kat. You have to go. Please open your eyes.”

Sailor can beg all he wants; I’m not giving into him. I’m furious that this is actually happening to me and there is nothing I can do about it.

A large hand rests on my chest, before it registers in my mind that it’s not Sailor, it pinches my nipple through my shirt, hard. My eyes fly open and I’m greeted by green eyes, messy blonde hair, a smug smile and one fucking handsome face.

“Get the fuck up and kneel by the door,” he points.

I push his hand away and turn to Sailor who is smirking.

Fucking great.

“You can’t seriously think I am going to go with this idiot.” I snarl, aiming my statement at Sailor.

He shakes his head before getting off the bed to stand next to
arrogant arse
, that’s what I’m calling him. I sit up but make no attempt to move any further.

“Get up, Kat. Do as you’re told.” Sailor looks at me with a pleading look in his eye.

Un-fucking believable.

I don’t move, and neither do they. We all continue to eye each other. Arrogant Arse is hot; mark my words. His body is fierce, broad shoulders, pretty as fuck face, with a bad attitude. My eyes wonder down to his crotch were I see a large...yes, large bulge. He’s hard...

My eyes rake over his body once more until our eyes meet. A smile spreads across his lips.

“This isn’t happening,” I moan, laying back down and flipping the covers over my head. “You’re freaking hard, Jesus Christ.”

Who gets hard at a time like this?

“It’s happening, now get up and kneel by the door.”

I count to ten in my mind, what the hell am I going to do?

The choice is taken away from me when the cover is pulled off me, and I’m abruptly picked up off the bed by Sailor and placed on the floor in a heap near the door. I pull my shirt down to cover up what little clothing I have on.

“What the hell are you doing?” I scream.

“No more fighting me, this is it. I’m so sorry,” Sailor says before moving away.

Arrogant arse moves up to stand in front of me; my eyes drift up his legs til I’m looking at his face.

“On your knees.” He demands.

I shake my head, and mouth “no.”

In seconds he’s knelt down in front of me, his eyes are level with mine. One of his hands grabs the back of my neck, roughly. He pulls my face to his; we are millimetres apart, his breath on my face.

“This can go anyway you want it to; I am happy to beat the shit out of you every day and keep you locked in a room, but I would also be happy to let you have some fun and learn a thing or two.” He loosens his grip slightly before continuing. “You are coming with me whether you like it or not, and you will obey me, whether you think you will or not. I am your Master now, what I say...goes.”

He let go of me completely and stood. I half fell back on my elbows before sitting up straight. I looked to Sailor; he was running his hands through his messy hair. How the hell can he do this to me?

He saved me; he gave me everything I have today. I owe it to him to try.

I slowly get on my knees, parting them slightly; I bow my head, and put my hands on my thighs.

“Finally.”

“Go easy on her at first Hunter, she will break soon enough,” Sailor says.

“I know what I’m doing. Trust me,” I hear him laugh. “I will see you in a few days, and when I return this little one, you will be grateful.”

“I want her intact when she returns, including her mind,” Sailor warns.

“Are you telling me I can’t fuck with it?” Hunter laughs.

I hear Sailor murmur a string of curses. What are they talking about?

“She’s a fucking firecracker; why the hell can’t I play with her in more ways than one?”

“She isn’t like them; well, not in that way. Just, bring her back to me with something that resembles who she is now.”

I risked a glace up; both men were staring at me, Sailor with worry in his eyes and ...something resembling pain.

At that moment, I thought this might actually work out well...

G
od bless resistance.

And thank fuck I have it.

I sit in the back of the Cadillac Escalade right up against the door so I’m touching it...I have decided that I am going to hide in my room for the next thirty days and avoid this arrogant ass at all costs. The only thing I want him to show me is where the fucking booze is. We both sit in silence on the way to the Palace. I have heard enough about this place to know that I won’t like it. I may be a bitch, the hard ass, and one sexy motherfucker who is fearless...but I like what I’m used to, new things tend to piss me off a little.

“I won’t bite you know, well, not hard anyway.” I turn to Hunter who sits with a smug smile.

At this point, I just want to knock it right off his smug fucking face.

“Ha, you don’t scare me, Hunter.” I turn back to look out the window.

I can’t let myself fail at this. I know Sailor has a point, and deep down I want to make him happy; and if this is how I am going to repay him than so be it, but I will never, ever, kiss this man’s feet. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me in a moment of weakness, or thinking he can make me submit.

“The next thirty days will go quickly if you cooperate with me. If you let it, it will be the best thirty days of your life.”

The nerve of this man.

The best thirty days of my life? Really?

I continued to look out the window, showing how unfazed I wanted to be about this whole situation. I watched as the trees travelled past us in fast forward; I had never been told where we were actually going but I guessed it was in the upper class area of town. Children played on sidewalks in peace. Throwing balls, jumping with skipping ropes, drawing with chalk...all the things I missed out on as a child. I had to grow up and was independent from the time I could walk. My mother often forgot to feed me, bath me; even at times she left me nowhere to sleep. One thing I remember about her was how pretty she had always been. She had the bluest eyes, and the softest strawberry blonde hair. When I thought about how pretty she was, I thought of a porcelain doll. Her skin was milk white, and soft. I remember the moments when she was everything a mother should be, but they are always over clouded by the moments when she was nothing to me but a self-centred bitch.

When a soft hand caresses mine, I pull my hand back immediately.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, your skin is pallor.” Hunter’s voice is soft, unnerving.

“Fine.” I say, readjusting myself in the seat.

I continue to stare out the window saying nothing. My head leans against the glass, and I try hard not to think about the past. Because I’ve always been told, the past will always come back to haunt you and I dread that day more than I am going to dread the next thirty. I close my eyes and listen as the tyres grip the road and make white noise. I was exhausted and I had only been awake for two hours. Peaceful slumber took me, and I prayed the nightmares would stay away long enough to get through this.

“W
e’re here.”

I opened my eyes in an instant. As I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of Hunter exiting the car. That tight ass in blue jeans wasn’t a totally bad sight to wake up to. It was one hope that I would see that ass for the next thirty days. Something good may come of this yet. I half expected Hunter to open the door but he doesn’t, which is fine by me. I open the door and step out into the cold morning air. Looking at the massive wooden doors in front of me, I cringe. I’m about to walk into what used to be a church but is now a palace of pleasure, one would say. From what I hear the renovations have been going on for a while, and it was going to be the biggest and best BDSM club.

I always had this feeling if I ever walked into a church it would burn to the fucking ground. Hunter stood in the wooden archway holding the large doors open. I still can’t believe I am doing this, but I suck it up and will my legs to move. I take the four stone steps and stand next to Hunter, surprisingly enjoying the smell of him. He has his spicy, muscular smell about him that stirs the nerves inside me. I shake that thought immediately.

“This is my house and my rules. We will go over them this afternoon.” He says, moving to the side and gesturing for me to walk ahead of him.

I step inside, inhaling the smell of imprisonment. This was going to be my home for the next thirty days whether I wanted it to be or not. I should make the most of it, and with the parties that were going to happen, I was going to rock the shit out of this situation.

“I will give you a grand tour later, right now you need to get your things packed away and settled.” Hunter starts towards the staircase.

I followed behind him up the grand staircase. It was breathtakingly beautiful. On the first platform it split into two, one way went left, the other right. Hunter looked over his shoulder at me as we made our way to the right side of the staircase; I met his eyes with my own, and then looked away quickly. I was actually feeling guilty for staring at his ass earlier. It was a nice ass, who wouldn’t look at it?

“Your room is the second on the right.” Hunter’s rugged voice booms.

I notice the stain glass windows. They were gorgeous. I stopped following and veered off to have a look. Each window told a story, and what a story it was. The last supper, the birth, the death. While it mildly turned me on, it also broke my heart.

My fingers followed the glass as it changed colour. It was cool from the outside temperature but it felt nice against my skin. I thought Hunter was crazy for having brought a church and turning it into a BDSM club and his house, but I kind of like it.

“Are you finished touching things you shouldn’t?”

I turn and see Hunter leaning against the wall, arms across his chest, feet crossed at his ankles. He’s relaxed, smartassed, and smirking.

“I wanted to touch it; I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed,” I say, sarcasm showing in my voice.

“If you want to touch something just ask. Be assured however, that I have plenty of other things I would rather you touch with those delicate little fingers.” Hunter kicks off the wall, and stalks towards me in a few short steps.

With my back against the last supper, I swallow hard. How can this stranger bring out the submissive qualities in me? I don’t want to be the submissive; I want to be the dominant. I want to be the hard ass, the whip barer, and the rule maker...

“This is my house, and my rules. I say suck me, you say, how hard, Master.” Hunter leans in close; the smell of his aftershave fills my nasal passages.

I want to eat him...

But, on my terms not his.

“Whatever you say, Hunter.” I say, smirking, pretending like he doesn’t affect me.

I chant, ‘stay strong’ over fifty times in my head hoping it will sink in soon and I will actually do as I say. It’s only been five hours and I am already thinking about ripping his fucking clothes off and having my wicked way with him.

I look into the fiery pools of green in Hunter’s eyes; his dilated pupils tell me he is possibly thinking the same thing as I am. I wonder who will break first, me or him?

“Whatever you are thinking in that pretty head of yours, stop. I can see it in your eyes.” His hand grazes my cheek. “Be assured, Kat, you will call me Master by the time you leave here. You will submit to me fully.”

I flinch instinctively.

Straight away, he drops his hand and steps back. Clearing his throat, Hunter gestures towards the hall. I get the hint and straighten myself before walking towards the room. I open the door and my heart skips a few beats. The room is huge. The bed is huge. I love my room at Sailor’s, but I will be requesting a bed like this when I get back there.

The room is old fashioned. Dark furniture, old wooden floors that have been polished recently, rustic old iron posted bed with canopy. My luggage is sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, which makes the room look untidy. My compulsive disorder kicks in and I want to move it in an instant. But as I approach the bed, out the corner of my eye I see the bathroom.

It’s massive.

The luggage can wait. I walk into the open room and smile. Spa, shower, separate bath, towel dryer...everything you could want is in here. I frown at the shower however, when I notice two separate showerheads. I turn back to Hunter who is leaning against the doorframe; his arms are crossed over his chest.

“Who designed the bathroom?” I ask, trying to show the disapproval on my face.