Punished Into Submission (35 page)

Hunter’s car pulls up with a screech and he and Rumbles jump out, both running straight into the palace. The fireman rush in after them screaming and shouting. I look around and see David sitting on the back of the ambulance with an oxygen mask on talking to the paramedics. I leave Arrow’s side and head over to David. He looks up when he sees me coming but turns his head back to the paramedic who starts to do his observations.

“Are you okay?” I ask, squatting down next to David.

“Fine,” he says, speaking through his mask.

“Are you okay ma’am?” the paramedic asks me.

I nod my response as I place my hand on David’s for comfort. I watch as he takes slow deep breaths. He closes his eyes and leans back to rest. I look back towards the palace and see the police arrive. The first guy out of the car is someone I know a little too well and I contemplate hiding before I think better of it.

“Will you be okay for a minute, David?” I ask him.

He nods and keeps his eyes closed.

I get up and walk over towards the police car, the sound of his voice travels over the footpath. I pull the sheet tighter as I get closer; the cool chills my skin. Arrow talks to the police and as I approach, Commander turns around like he can sense me. I roll my eyes when he whistles and abandons his conversation with Arrow.

“How the fuck are you, pussy Kat?” Commander picks me up, and swings me around.

At six foot six, Commander is a huge fucker. His arms are bulky, and his body is rock solid. He’s shaved his head since last time I saw him and his blue eyes still pierce through my soul.

“It’s good to see you, boss,” I say. My body feels like it being crushed.

“Staying out of trouble?” He plants me firmly on my feet and I stumble back a little.

“Always.” I wink.

Hunter exits the palace and walks straight to Commander. They shake hands and start talking about the fire. I stand to the side next to Arrow who puts his arm around my shoulder when I shiver from the chill. I see the back of the ambulance doors close and the ambulance officer walk around the side of the car. I look to Arrow and see he notices the same thing. He rubs my shoulder, and tells me David will be okay.

“The fire was started in the bar itself. The damage isn’t as bad as it looked on first inspection, it’s now mostly water damage,” the fireman says to Commander as he writes down notes.

“Have you made any enemies lately, Hunter?” Commander asks, patting him firmly on the back.

“I know who did this, and when I find him, I will kill him.” Hunter says through gritted teeth.

“Anyone I know?” he asks Hunter.

“Simon.”

“Wait, your brother Simon?” Commander says, looking at me than back at Hunter.

“Yes, my dead big brother when I get my hands on him.” Hunter turns to me, and it’s almost like he finally notices me standing there. He walks over to me and Arrow removes his hand from my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he grabs my face in his hands.

“Fine.”

I pull my head from his grip remembering the reason why I’m pissed at him to begin with. I step away, but Hunter grabs my hand and threads his fingers through mine. I pull my hand but lose the fight before it starts. Of course Commander sees and snarls. But if Hunter saw he is ignoring him. I chose to ignore him too.

“Can we go back inside yet?” Hunter asks, pulling me to stand beside him.

“The area is almost clear, Sir,” the female police offer says, clearly affected by Hunter. She blushes when she calls him that and I fight the urge to punch her even though Hunter has pissed me off. The thought of where he had been tonight haunts me and I want to ask.

Hunter’s phone rings in his pocket and he pulls it out looking at the screen briefly before answering.

“What? No I can’t I’m busy.” Hunter looks to me. “No America, I can’t. Goodbye.”

He puts the phone back in his pocket and leads me back into the palace where Arrow and Commander are talking about the bar.

“I will look into it, but it’s going to cost you, Arrow.” Commander puffs out a breath and Arrow nods his head.

“Anything you want, just find out who did this.” Arrow pats him on the back before he retreats back up the stairs towards the bedrooms.

“You can go back to your business now, ladies and gentleman. Keep flammable away from the area for twenty four hours or until someone comes to fix it,” Commander shouts as Hunter leads me into the bar. “That includes Pussy Kat, Hunter. She’s too hot to handle.” Commander puts his arm out stopping me from entering the bar with Hunter.

“Get your hands off of her,” Hunter growls stepping up to Commander and I give full points to the man for even trying.

“I don’t know who you think you’re stepping up to brother, but it sure as hell ain’t me.” Commander pushes his chest into Hunter’s.

“She is mine, now back the fuck off.”

“Okay boys, it’s time to cool the fuck down. I’m not a puppet; I’m a person. I belong to no one.” I turn to Hunter when I say it. “And don’t try to be the hero, Commander; you’re in someone else’s territory now.”

The men continue their stare down while I am mildly amused by the whole act. Commander breaks first and kisses me on the cheek before he walks out the door leaving Hunter and me standing in the entrance to the bar. Hunter threads his fingers through my hair and grips it, pulling my face to his.

“How do you know him?” he asks his breath on my face.

“Sailor.”

“I don’t like him.”

Well that’s too fucking bad ain’t it...?

“Where were you tonight?” I know it’s dangerous but I ask anyway.

“Out,” he says, letting me go and stepping into the burnt out bar.

The water damage is as bad as they say and I’m half afraid to ask how long it’ll take to fix it. Hunter walks to the wooden bar and runs his hands along the now charcoal top that once said MASTERS & MISTRESSES. I walk over to him and place my hands on his back. He tenses at first but then relaxes as I continue to give him a half assed back rub.

“You go to bed I’ll clean up in here, boss,” Rumbles says walking over to where we are. “I will call the contractors in the morning to get it sorted, so it’s ready by Saturday.”

That’s five days from now and looking around, it’s going to take a fucking miracle to fix this place up to the way it was before. Hunter turns and looks at me.

“Thank Rumbles; I’m going to take Kat to bed.” Hunter never takes his eyes off me when he speaks. I’m not even sure if I want to go to bed after all this drama.

Without any words, Hunter takes me up the stairs and to his room. He instructs me to sit on the side of the bed while he stands in the bathroom doorway, taking his shirt off. I see the marks I left on his back a few nights ago. I smile to myself when I think about someone else, namely slurry mole America, seeing them. That’s whom I think he was with tonight.

“Get on the bed,” he shouts from the bathroom.

I start to crawl onto the bed but stop when he shouts for me to be naked for him. I un-wrap the sheet that covers my nakedness, and throw it on the ground, before climbing into bed and getting comfortable. Hunter walks in moments later, also naked. His body is amazingly good. His defined leg muscles tense as he walks his cock hanging free.

I subconsciously slap myself for even thinking about his equipment at a time like this. I’m pissed with him, and he should be pissed with me after what happened with Simon. The side light switches off as the room turns into darkness. I feel his body wrap around mine the instant he crawls into bed.

“Spread your legs,” Hunter commands while his nose runs along my jaw.

“No.”

I have no idea why I said it, maybe out of guilt or being too pissed off, but I was not in the mood for what he was in the mood for. I felt dirty and used after seeing Simon. It’s the way I used to feel all those years ago, but back then I loved it, hell, sometimes I still think I love it. But he wasn’t what I wanted; he wasn’t even what I deserved.

Hunter trails his hand down to my thigh and spreads my legs the way he wants them. He plummets his fingers inside me and moves them around gently before he stops moving them altogether and just leaves them there. I wait for long minutes for him to make another move but he doesn’t. His light snoring ten minutes later tells me he’s asleep and for some kinky fucked up reason, his fingers in my cunt is his security.

~*~*~*~*~*~

S
imon burned down the bar...

I stand rooted on the spot looking at the damage in the daylight. People are everywhere working to clean it up and get it ready to open again in five days’ time. The party on Friday night is a pre-party for the opening ball Hunter is hosting Saturday. People from all over are travelling and Hunter’s reasoning for not shutting it down was simple, “This event has to happen, it’s what marks the times we live in.” Seriously, what the fuck?

Since the fire had basically ripped the heart of the bar out, we aren’t open to the public today. I see Sailor arrive as I was picking up the pieces of broken glass. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me. Had I missed the memo for hate Kat day? Rumbles wasn’t talking to me either really, but he was the one arranging everything and helping contractors get the bar cleared so they could start working to get it back together.

“The bar piece will be ready in the morning, I’ve had to call in those favours, so guess what you owe me now,” Barry says, laughing as he pats Hunter on the back.

David walks in and straight away asks what needs to be done. He must have returned from the hospital sometime this morning, and he looks great. He looks well rested and fresh. Hunter tells him to sit down and take it easy, but David refuses by asking Barry what’s got to be done. Barry gives him a few instructions and soon David is pitching in and helping. Angel walks in seconds later and drops her coffee on the flood. The cardboard cup is crushed and the contents spills out. It’s like slow motion really, the cup falls, and her hand comes up slowly to cover her mouth, as tears run down her cheeks.

I decide to start at the bar since everything that’s been damaged has been secured or replaced. The glass shelving is still intact and even bottle of alcohol are in one piece. I overheard Rumbles tell Hunter the bar will be fully gutted and restored by the time he got up on Friday morning, and all that would need to be done is for the decorator to come in and spruce the place up to his standards. The exchange between Rumbles and Hunter was manly love. A pat on the back and an exchange of power through a handshake. Those boys are too adorable for one place, I tell you.

I start clearing off the glass shelving. The first shelve starts to crack when I take the alcohol off it, so I call out to James to give me a hand. He holds the shelf while I remove the bottles and put them on the bench.

"Things could be worse, you know.” That voice.

I turned, and was met with Simon.

Simon looked to me than James. Behind me I hear shuffling and then nothing.

Great.

“So where’s my money, Kat?”

Hunter was going to kill him if he saw him here. I look around to make sure Hunter or Arrow aren’t looking before I slap my hand a little too hard over his mouth and lead him into the cellar. The whole time, he continues to talk through my hand, loudly. When we get inside, I push him flat against the wall and slap him, hard.

"What the fuck have you done?" I half scream.

"Why, Kat," Simon says, bringing his hand to my cheek. "I have merely shaken things up around here. You know business."

I step back and hold my throbbing hand, but Simon follows my steps.

“Did you enjoy hitting me?” he asks with a smile so cruel, I am sure my blood is clotting.

His warm hand runs down my cheek, until he grips my neck, tightly. My pulse begins to race and could be heard in my ears. My body responds to him and that is not good. This was not happening. He brought his face close to my face, his lips brushing slightly against mine. As he shifts closer, his hard body presses against mine slightly, caging me against the wall.

"I did as you asked, and you did what you told me you wouldn't." I say, stepping back but having nowhere to go but against the wall.

“Oh Kat, what I say and what I do are two different things, you should know that by now.”

“Let me go.” I beg, his grip tightens.

Simon says nothing.

I instantly regret everything.

With my back firmly against the rack of wines, my hands go up in defence.

"It's a little late to be scared now, don't you think?" Simon says his teeth graze the soft tissues of mine.

The dominant bitch that I am kicks in.

"I'm not scared of you," I say, smiling." I'm merely shaking things up."

With that, I firmly plant my knee in his groin and Simon lets me go, bending down to cup his prized possession. I don’t look back when I run the hell out of there.

I was falling.

Falling apart at the seams and everything that I had hidden falls into the future. The urge to hurt someone is so strong. Adrenaline curses through my veins and I’m not able to find the medium I had once found to sooth the aches.

I ball my hands into fists, trying to take control. My breathing is erratic; my pulse is raging. The band breaks, sending shivers racking though my body. Each word Simon had ever said to me hits those pockets filled with hope, dreams, and then nothing...

As rage over takes those emotions, I pick up the first thing I see, which is the glass shelving and throw it at the wall. Glass flies everywhere. Empty bottles of liquor are next to go. Each time the glass hits the walls, shards fly everywhere. The paintings that once hung on the wall are now in pieces on the floor. That submissive girl in the photo doesn’t look so submissive now.

With tears streaming down my face, I clear off the bench with a swoop of my hand. Glasses, bottles, racks, anything in my path, crashes to the floor.

I’ve fucking lost it.

I drop to the floors amongst the debris. I can feel bits of glass cut into my skin but I don’t care. I need to not feel this, anything but this.

“Holy, fuck, Kat.” Hunter’s voice is rough, and edgy.