Punished Into Submission (6 page)

We walk into the cool air outside; my uncovered feet burn a little from the chill.

“My boots are back there; they are my favourite ones too,” I whine.

“Fuck your boots. You’re coming home with me.”

“Well, duh, they are my fuck me boots. Can’t fuck without them.”

Hunter lets out a rough breath before placing me in the passenger seat of the silver ride. My body dips into the seat, and I pull the blanket around me tightly as I can. As Hunter closes the door, I see Sailor standing at the top of the stairs with his hands firmly in his pockets. Hunter walks over to Sailor and they exchange words; both taking turns to speak, then nod at each other.

The seriousness on their faces is passive.

I tap my fist on the window. When they both look, I push my face against the window in a very un-lady like manner. Sailor pisses himself laughing instantly, and Hunter shakes in head, but a grin lifts the corners of his mouth. He turns briefly to Sailor before venturing down the stairs and to the driver’s side of the car.

When Hunter gets in and closes the door, he looks to me in short before facing forward. The car starts loudly, and in no time we are on our way back to prison, I mean the palace. I stare out into the darkness that is lightened by the car. It wasn’t the way I came to get here, but I briefly remember passing some of the signs this morning on the way to Hunters house of horrors.

I laugh out loud at my own joke...

“Something funny?” his husk voice asks.

“Yeah, it’s fucking hilarious. But, you’re too uptight to get it.”

Hunter growls and the tingles start from my scalp and work their way down to my toes. I shiver all over at the sound, then curse myself for doing it.

“You cold?”

I look at that pretty fucking face and smile.

“Nope, just thinking about that sweet noise you made.”

“You like growling?” he asks, looking to me with a mischievous grin.

“I like a lot of things, Hunter. Is this our let’s get to know each other talk?” I ask turning slightly to face him while he drives.

“If you want it to be, it will be.”

“Hmm, well, I like growling and moaning and groaning and screaming.” I use my playful voice as I speak. I have this sense that it ticks him off a little because he rolls his eyes. “When my clients do that, it tells me that I’m doing something right.”

Hunter sighs out loud. Yes, the grown man fucking sighs before one of his hands leaves the steering wheel and he places it on my exposed thigh. His fingers grip my flesh and I almost yelp in surprise.

“You’re fucking testing, Kat. But let me assure you, it will only be you who makes those noises from now on. And when you make them, I will know that I was the one who made you make them.”

This time I growl, out loud, and viciously.

I pry his fingers from my flesh and place them back on the steering wheel before turning my body back to the front. He thinks I’m testing, well...wait until he gets a hint of how fucking testing I truly can be.

“I think we need to discuss some rules,” Hunter says, turning onto the main street. “No more running away. I need to keep you safe when you’re in my care.”

“Oh please, I’m not a fucking child you idiot. I’m a grown freaking woman.” I crossed my hands over my chest, and pout like one, however.

“I know, but rules are rules. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you breaking those rules to begin with. Just listen to me.” Hunter lets out a noisy breath. “You are mine for thirty days; I will punish you, and teach you everything I think you can handle. I want you to succeed, Kat, despite what you think. After thirty days, you can go back to your life and do whatever the fuck you like, but right now, this is happening.”

“I belong to nobody.” I scream at him, getting really fucking pissed.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me, for fucks sake.” Hunter’s voice roars over mine. I cower a little, before rolling my eyes and agreeing to shut my mouth. “Thirty days, that’s it. I have never failed a challenge and you’re not about to make me, so listen up. You work for me, and I will teach you and train you properly. I want to know where you go, if you decide to run off. I need you safe. It’s my duty to Sailor.”

“Whatever, Hunter”

“Hard limits,” Hunter starts but I cut him off.

“I don’t have any; I’m as strong as they come. Anything.” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “Do whatever the fuck you like.”

I see the palace in front of us. I hate to say it, but it’s a welcoming sight and I’m looking forward to locking my bedroom door and hiding.

“Anything is a very dangerous game, Kat.”

“I laugh on the wild side of danger, ha ha ha.” I put on my best Simba voice from the lion king.

“You are one fucked up person, you know that?”

“Sailor tells me every day.”

We pull up at the palace and jump out before the car has even stopped. Hunter calls my name at least four times before I make it to the large wooden doors. I enter without looking back. I pull the blanket tightly around my body as I climb the stairs two at a time. If not for anything else, I’m fucking impatiently waiting the use of B.O.B. after the whole growling thing moments ago.

I enter my temporary room, slamming the door hard behind me. Dropping the blanket, I make my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before finding an old t-shirt I brought of Sailors to wear for a nightie. When I lift the hem to my nose I can smell him, it’s comforting even though right now, I hate him. I climb into bed flicking on the nightlight beforehand.

The fifty or so pillows that cover my bed make a nest around me. These pillows are the one thing I have seen so far that I am departing with when I leave. A knock on the door sounds, startling me slightly. I should have known he wouldn’t give up. I stay quiet in hopes he would leave, after the entire door is locked.

“Kat, open this door.” Hunters voice booms through the door.

I stay quiet and listen to the sound of the wood splitting under his hard fist.

“Katie, open the fucking door.”

I almost choke at the sound of my real name. It’s fucking hideous and instantly I want to kill him for using it, and string Sailor up by his balls for revealing my secret. I jump out of bed and storm to the door making sure the stomping of my feet echoes. I reach the handle and pull the door hard, before letting it go so it smashes back on its hinges.

“You ever, ever, call me Katie again and I will slaughter you in your sleep,” I say, pointing my finger into Hunter’s chest.

Amusement shows on his face; it infuriates me to no fucking end.

“You piss me off, you know that?”

Hunter steps forward which makes me step back.

“We are going to play a little game you and I.” Hunter takes another step, and I follow suit by stepping back again. “I’m going to tie you up and tell you each rule I have. I will spank you every time you forget my rules, when I ask you to repeat them back to me.”

“You’re going to punish me?”

My pulse starts to race at the thought, but it’s when Hunter produces a crop from behind his back that my pulse moves quicker and the smile I had been hiding comes to play.

“Yes, I’m going to punish you.”

“Now?”

“Now,” Hunter clarifies smugly.

“Here?”

“Here.” He repeats.

“Can we play truth or dare too?”

Hunter steps towards me again, but this time I don’t move. Our chests are pushed together; at the contact I inhale his sweet, domineering scent.

“If you’re a good girl, we will play that next time.” As he speaks, his head leans into mine. I hear him inhale, and know he smells me just as I smelt him. “You will call me, Master.”

“No,” the word is evil, I hate it.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Hunter grabs the back of my neck with his free hand; my face is brought millimetres from his.

“My rules remember, Kat.” His mouth is so close to mine when he speaks.

“I won’t do it, please don’t make me say it.” I practically beg him.

The look he gives me tells me he picked up on the begging part.

“Why, Kat. Are you begging already?”

“No, merely asking you in the nicest way possible that you don’t make me call you that. I can go without punishment for thirty days, but I ask you, can you go without punishing me for that long?”

I lean in removing those tiny millimetres that separate us, and lick Hunter’s parted lips.

“You disobeyed my orders. You want to know how I feel about that." There's a dangerous tone to his voice.

"Hard?" I reply, smiling against his mouth.

Hunter growls deep in his throat before letting me go, and putting some distance between us.

“Take your shirt off, now.” He demands.

“I’m totally naked underneath this, Hunter.” I indicate to my shirt, and then lift the hem revealing my naked, smooth sex underneath.

When my hem comes up, Hunter’s greedy eyes widen, and the cards are in my hands for mere seconds.

“Take. It. Off.” He sounds each word out, slowly.

I finally take my shirt off.

` He indicates for me to turn around, and I do as he asks, but not before rolling my eyes. I hear another voice and make to turn around, but a firm slap on the ass, tells me not too. The scraping sound of wood on wood hits my ears.

“Thank you,” Hunter says to whoever is present; the one that I can’t see.

“Yes, thank you.” I reply, earning yet another, slightly painful sting on the ass.

"Lesson one is fucking simple." Hunter bites. "I give you an instruction, you follow it, and if you do as you’re told you will get rewarded. If you disobey me, you will get punished."

I don't think he realized how much I enjoyed his threats.

"Maybe I want to be punished, Hunter." I smile to myself as I speak, but I sense he can hear it in my voice.

I hear his sharp intake of breath, and then I feel his hands on me seconds later. The atmosphere in the room changes the instant he touches me. I feel a bolt of electricity run through my veins. Movement out the corner of eye causes my head to turn. Sitting on a table that wasn’t there before, are various crops, floggers and whips. Hunter fingers each handle before he brings his eyes to meet mine.

"Turn around."

It's a simple and quick order, which I obey. Hunter makes various noises before he says “ah ha.” Like he finally found what he was looking for all this time. His shoes make a tapping noise on the floor, as he gets closer to me. I shiver in anticipation. His fingers tighten around my neck slightly and I know the hit is coming. I brace myself for it. I don't wait long. It comes hard and fast. Biting pain lashes across my back. I cry out the instant it strikes again.

“Count, Kat," Hunter commands.

“One."

“That is for being late.”

He hits me again and the pain radiates throughout me.

"Two." It feels good.

“For running away.” His tone is harsh. "How many do you deserve?"

I don't answer.

He doesn't ask again.

"Three." It cuts into my flesh.

“For your smart assed remarks.”

“Four." I moan this time.

“Running from me.”

I'm getting more fucking turned on with each hard hit. I continue to count as he continues to dish out my punishment for disobeying him, running from him, not listening and locking the door. I make it to seven before he stops. The object he handled hits the ground with a thud and he lets me go. I can hear his breathing, rugged and edgy. I turn to face him.

My skin burns slightly. I have no doubt in my mind that the red marks will stick for a few hours. But I don't mind. It will remind me to do everything he just told me not to. Hunter reaches out and grabs my hand, shocking me slightly when he places it on his chest. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my palm.

"Undress me," he orders.

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I won't let you come. And trust me, for what I have planned, you'll want to." Hunter steps forward closing the tiny gap that formed. His body up against mine, my palm firmly on his chest.

I am way too excited for this. As my tiny fingers work at the buttons Hunter leans in and showers kisses on my neck. When the buttons were all undone, I took a few seconds to admire his hard body under my fingertips. His skin was hot, his stomach so ripped, I was mildly afraid to touch him. His taught stomach flinches at first but rested after.

“You are drooling.” He whispered before latching onto my lobe.

“No, your fatness makes me sick. “I say, swallowing my overload of saliva.

“Go stand by the bed, and hold onto the end.”

Hunter’s hands leave my body and I step back. Watching as he removes his shirt; I smile at the thought that crosses my mind. It involves Hunter tied to a chair, unable to control, surrendering to me...

“Now.”

I shake my head and walk towards the bed and stand in the position I was instructed. The sound of metal rattling brought on a smile. Handcuffs. When he positioned my hands around the post of the bed and produced handcuffs, I couldn’t hide my smile any longer.

“Tell me, Kat; are you a moaner or a screamer?”

“Fuck me right, and you’ll find out.”

Hunter uses his feet to spread my legs wide. I watched as he walked to the bedside table and open the top draw. Oh, my god. Smiling, Hunter pulled out my red vibrator before closing the draw again.

“What the fuck are you doing with that?” I asked, pulling slightly on the cuffs.

“I’m going to make you come.”

Hunter came to stand behind me. The feel of his jeans rubbed against my bare skin and the feel of his erection struck me hard. I knew by the look this morning that Hunter was one well-endowed man, and actually couldn’t wait to see it for myself. Or feel it, whichever came first.

The feel of two fingers entering me made me tense momentarily, before I relaxed. I was fucking wet from the spanking I received earlier, and Hunter had just found that out. The satisfied sound of a groan proved it. As his fingers worked their way in and out of my body, my head fell back, falling onto Hunters shoulder. I squeezed my eyes closed when the soft feet of the silicone rubbed my swollen clit. The buzzing started seconds later.