Punished Into Submission (22 page)

I grabbed a shot glass, and poured the shot. Silently, I said cheers before swallowing the amber liquid. The burn was mild, and the liquid was fucking amazing. No wonder Hunter drinks it. I poured another, before sitting on the barstool. I eyed several different pictures I had seen the first day I started but had never got to the chance to look at in detail. Each picture had a Master/Submissive in different positions. The Submissive was always on her knees, but each picture had her doing something different. She was natural, honourable, and had love in her eyes.........

The submissive had the look of dedication in her gaze; the way she looked at her Master was pure bliss. She was faithful, she was wanted, and she was pleased. The Master looked happy enough; he had a firm, but tender look in his eyes when he watched her. It reminds me of the way Hunter looked at me earlier. I shivered involuntary.

One after another, I downed the shots. My legs were tingling and my fingers were numb. All the memories I had haunting my mind, were disappearing and all I wanted to do was sleep. I wanted sleep to take me, and keep me in a medium place.

When I glanced at the clock and noticed it was close to three thirty, I wondered how many drinks I’d actually had. The once full bottle in my hands was now empty and that made me giggle. Definitely time to go upstairs. I packed away any evidence of my presence by leaving a note under the bottle, saying, “I owe you.” Before I turned off the light. As quietly as I could, I tip toed back through the bar to the stairs. The closer I got to the stairs, the darker it got. With my hands out in front of me for guidance, I felt for the rail.

My hand grazed the hard wood, before I grasped it in my hand as I started to step. A cold chill came over my body, but before I had time to react, a warm hand cupped my mouth preventing me from screaming. The other hand wrapped tightly around my body.

“Hush,” he whispered. “Don’t scream.”

My pulse was racing.

Hunter rubs his nose up and down my neck, inhaling the scent of my skin. My head automatically falls to the side allowing him access. The biting pain of his teeth nipping my flesh, comes a short time later.

“You smell like scotch,” he whispered, sending my pulse into further over drive. “I bet you taste like it too.”

He removed his arm from my waist, and trailed his fingers down my stomach..... Down, until I felt his fingers piercing me through my nightdress. I struggled against his firm grip, with his hand still over my mouth and his fingers doing ...........Things to me, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“You ran from me, and I didn’t like It.” he says as he starts to kiss and suck my skin.

I could feel my desire pooling between my legs, I have no doubt he could feel it too. Hurriedly, Hunter pulled up my gown and his fingers found my aching core. I moaned into his hand as his fingers buried themselves deep within me. Unable to control the urge, I reach behind me and grip his cock in my hands. The material prevents the touch I really want to give but when he moans, I don’t complain.

Hunter moves his hand away from my mouth, but before I could say anything his mouth found mine. His tongue works against mine, coaxing, stroking, sucking. My hands came up, and I threaded my fingers into his hair to pull him closer. I wanted to feel him, every fucking inch of him. And I wanted to feel it now. With his fingers fucking me over and over, and his tongue working over my mouth, I was lost.

I moaned.

He moaned.

Hunter pulled away, leaving me open. His fingers stopped their assault at the same time.

“Kneel on the stairs, hands out in front of you.”

I did as he asked.

The wooden stairs were hard against my knees, but I couldn’t care. I would probably have bruises later, but I wanted this, I needed this. With my hands stretched out to the steps above me, and my ass proudly in the air, I waited. I heard the zipper coming down and braced myself for the onslaught of his cock.

But it didn’t come.......

Instead, a hard bite of pain struck across my ass.

I cried out unable to stop.

“I don’t know.” I said, a little fearful as to what was coming.

“Wrong answer.”

One.

Hunter demanded that I count.

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

Each time the belt struck, I counted out loud.

My head feel forwards as the belt struck again, and again. A pattern started to emerge, left, right, left, right. The burning, stinging pain was intoxicating. Soon I was lost in its purity. But I wanted more, I wanted Hunter.

“Twelve.”

“Thirteen.”

Then nothing.

I waited. I could hear Hunters erratic breathing over my own; I wanted to turn my head to see him. But I stopped myself. All I could feel was heat, my body hot with every sensation imaginable. And I liked it. I needed more. I hadn’t felt like this in years, and feeling was something I was scared off normally. But this was different, this was like ecstasy. After a few minutes both our breathing hard calmed, even breaths sounded in the air. Sensing movement from behind me, I tensed. Hunter leaned over my back, his hard length pushing through his pants brushes against my cunt.

“You owe me a bottle of scotch.” Hunter growled, before backing away.

With that, he continued up the stairs, leaving me drenched by my own juices, leaving me wanting more.... leaving me wanting him.

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W
hen I wake up, I’m hunger over. I feel sick, and I’m starving hungry. I can literally feel my stomach trying to eat my other organs and it’s painful. I stumble into the bathroom, wash my face and brush my teeth. I take a vowel never to drink again, today. I try not to retch as I scrub the dead taste out of my mouth. Hunter can keep his fucking scotch to himself. When all I can taste and smell is toothpaste, I find my workout clothes and get dressed. I need to apologise to rumbles today and maybe hunter if I was feeling generous. I leave my hair down for now, but put a hair tie on my wrist for later. I need to eat and I need to eat now.

I walk into the kitchen and the first face I see is Rumbles. He is devouring a bowl of cereal and I’m not even sure if he is swallowing before he shovels more in. when he sees me, he chokes on his mouthful.

“Shit, are you working out today?” he asks, pointing to my clothes.

I nod as I walk towards him, and take a seat at the table.

“Good, let me finish and we will hit the mats.” Rumbles starts to eat faster.

“I wanted to apologise to you for last night, I...” I can’t get the right words.

He holds up his hand and shakes his head, as he drops the spoon in the bowl.

“Don’t. We all have secrets and when you’re ready to share you will.” He says, covers my tiny hand in his big one.

“What if I’m never ready to share?” I ask, looking down at our hands.

“We are all ready to share at one point. It’s all about letting those walls drop enough to let someone in, here.” Rumbles pats his chest with his free hand, right over his heart.

I clear my throat as I pull my hand away from his. It’s too early to have a serious conversation, and food was the only thing I was willing to let into my heart right now. I get up from the table and go over to the fridge. I open the door and see nothing but pizza boxes and empty Chinese boxes. I slam the fridge door close and turn to Rumbles.

“Where’s the food?” I ask, pointing to the fridge.

“The delivery hasn’t come yet, later today that fridge will be packed solid full of food.”

Hunter walks into the kitchen as I go to reply. He’s wearing a pair of black suit pants and white button up shirt, which is open at the top. His hair is messy and wet, and he’s clean-shaven. He looks to me than Rumbles as he enters. I can smell the aftershave and it’s like a toxic mix of seduction and sex. My appetite when from food to Hunter in less than six seconds.

“I’m hungry.” I blurt.

He walks towards me, where I have backed myself into the kitchen bench. Hunter’s stands in front of me, his eyes dark. He looks tired, but so fucking edible.

“And what are you hungry for today?” he asks, leaning in.

His body pushes against mine as his hands grip the bench either side of my body. I take him in. The smell of him is like an aphrodisiac for my mind and body. Images of last night flash through my head. His cock thrusting in and out of me, his lips on mine, me running, the spanking... it’s all so fresh.

“You.” It’s one word, and it come out of nowhere.

Hunter hums as he leans in a little more, his breath on my cheek.

“How about coffee.” He whispers.

I hear the click and he pulls away with a smug look on his face. The coffee machine starts behind me and I realise his intention. Hunter walks to the dish rack, and grabs two cups and holds one up to Rumbles; he shakes his head no but sits casually watching mine and hunters exchange. The coffee machine stops and hunter fills a mug before handing it to me. I grab the cup and pull but he doesn’t let it go.

“Manners?” he prompts.

“Give it to me.” I say, pulling a little harder. Coffee spill onto my hand when I do.

“Pardon?”

“Now. Are you deaf?” I say, tugging again.

Hunter lets the cup go giving into my inner bitch with no manners. I bring the mug to my lips and drink in the awesome flavours of the rich coffee. It’s strong, and sweet. My favourite. I like my coffee like I like my women. I take a seat at the table across from Rumbles.

“Can you save me some cereal?” I say, pointing to his bowl.

Rumbles laugh’s and pushes the bowl in my direction. I pick up a banana out of the fruit bowl in the middle of the table as well. I devour the left over cereal that I scabbed like a homeless person than eat my banana just as quick. The sick feeling in my stomach settles, as I continue to drink my coffee. Rumbles excuses himself from the table when Hunter sits down and says he will meet me in the gym when I’m finished. I watch the two men exchange a few laughs about the “big fight” the other night before Rumbles leaves the room.

I sipped my coffee as Hunter did his. Silence filled the room along with uncomfortableness. One of the bar girls came into the room and smiled as soon as she saw Hunter sitting at the table. I watch the exchange as he smiles back, winking while she giggled like an idiot. They said their “hello’s.” while I watched. The brunette was like a leech. No matter how much you shook you couldn’t get rid of her unless you physically removed her from you. I can’t even remember her name, that’s how much I care.

“Hi, Kat.” she says, finally noticing me. “How are you today?” her voice is annoying and high pitched.

“I’m hangover, now fuck off.”

“Kat.” Hunter threatens, his tone is a warning.

The girl stands with her mouth open, the look of shock on her face. She shouldn’t be however, I tell her to fuck off on a regular basis. I roll my eyes as I stand up and leave the table, taking my cup to the sink. I hear Hunter and her talking before her shoes click on the tiles exiting the room. I hear Hunters chair scrapping on the floor and decide it’s time to get the fuck out of here too. I turn to leave and hit the wall of muscle I sunk my nails into last night.

“You have no fucking manners.” He growls, backing into the bench. “I may have to flog them out of you by the time you leave.”

“I don’t like her, there is a difference. And I have manners.” I point my finger into his chest as I speak. “I just choose not to use them around you.”

“After the little stunt you pulled last night, I don’t think you are as tough as you make out.” Hunter grabs my finger. “Let your guard down, Kat. Before I fucking knock it down so bad, you can never rebuild it.”

The threat made me wild. I look away as my hands ball into fists by my side. I had a feeling my anger wasn’t going to wait the thirty seconds it would take me to run to the gym room. When I looked up, Hunter had the look of satisfaction on his face. I could see straight through him too though. He was a man of many secrets and some I don’t think would stay hidden for long. I turned to leave the room, feeling like I was fighting a battle I was destined to loose. When I reached the door I turned, and looked at hunter. His handsomely dangerous features called war.

“Do you know the different between my wall and yours?” I asked, tapping the doorframe with my palms, itching to beat the shit out of someone, namely hunter.

“What?” he asks, crossing his arms against his body.

"You’re nothing but weak, Hunter. I am ten times stronger than you." I said softly.

Hunter eyes changed in a flashed. Something about what I said had hit close to home and it hurt. Now he knew how I felt, but the difference there, was I got off on the pain. He didn’t. I turn around and walk away leaving Hunter seething with anger. Seconds later, I heard the sound of glass smashing. My guess is those words did hit a little too close to home.

M
y boxing match with Rumbles ended up destructive. My hand was swollen, I think I actually broke my wrist and Rumbles was supporting a nice shiner to the eye. That’s what happens when you let your guard down and your opponent has theirs up. It doesn’t matter who is stronger in the end. I sit on the bar with a towel full of ice wrapped around my wrist. Angel said she heard Rumbles moaning from the bar and came running in with a phone in her hand, god knows who she was going to call. I had to laugh because surely she hears worse noises than him. Her excuse was, “I watched this movie were someone got killed and people thought they were fucking. Someone could have saved his life.”

I just laughed.

I turn to Rumbles who’s sitting on the bar stool with an icepack on his face. He takes the icepack off and I feel a little proud of my efforts and the bruise that’s formed. Its purple and ugly looking, his eye is basically swollen shut.

“I’m sorry, Rumbles.” I say, patting his shoulder with my good hand.

“No need, it’s probably an improvement right?” he says, grinning like an idiot.

“You’re a handsome son of a bitch with or without that shiner, honey.”