Punished Into Submission (16 page)

I wriggle in his arms but he pushes me harder into the wall. I manoeuvre my hands until I can feel his cock in my grip. It’s so fucking hard; I want nothing more than to feel it slide in and out of me hard and fast. Hunter moves his fingers at a faster pace and I can feel my wetness on my thighs. This man has talents that I will never admit to his face. My muscles start to grip him tighter and his thumb fingers my wanting clit. When he applies pressure I cry out in delight, but Hunter’s mouth finds mine and swallow’s my moans as I start to come around his fingers.

I hear the toilet door open but I can’t stop my orgasm that’s near ripping me apart. Shiloh has probably seen me in worse positions so embarrassment isn’t an option in this case. I hear her giggle and the main door open and close letting the bass from outside flow through the room before it disappears into muffled noises. Hunter continues to devour my mouth with his for seconds before he stops and pulls back, but rests his head against mine.

“You’ve made a mess of my suit; I can feel you dripping on my stomach.” Hunter pulls his fingers free of my body as he speaks. He shows me his fingers before he brings them up to his mouth and licks my wetness off them. I almost come again. When his fingers are cleaned of me, he licks my lips with his tongue, effectively making me taste myself.

“I guess you better get it cleaned then, huh?”

“I should make you clean it, punishment for disobeying my orders.”

“Send me the bill, Hunter.” I lean in and kiss him this time. It’s rough, passionate and hungry.

The door swings open and a group of laughing girls enter turning our kiss into show and tell. Wolf whistles make me pull back and I struggle from Hunter’s grip. He puts me on my feet and I straighten my skirt and I wipe my mouth of his scent. When I look at Hunter he is wiping the wet spot on his shirt with his hand. He wasn’t half wrong when he said I made a mess of his shirt. It makes me giggle helplessly.

“You are done for the night. Go upstairs and shower, its bed time for you.” Hunter says, walking towards the door.

“Fuck off; I’m not a child Hun....”

Hunter stops and turns. His eyes narrow, as he gets closer.

“You.Will.Follow.My.Instructions.”

“I will do no such thing...” Hunter brings a single finger up to my lips.

“I am not asking you, I am telling you. The sooner you learn the difference between the two, the better for your orgasm count and ass.”

The giggling girls look at our exchange as they exit and I want to tell them to take a fucking picture, but I don’t. Instead, I follow them out leaving Hunter standing in the girl’s bathroom with my scent all over his clothes.

I
wake up with the biggest headache ever. Rubbing my head lightly, the events of last night flood my mind. My drinking, the incident with Martin, the dancing, the delicious punishment fingering I got from Hunter in the girl’s bathroom... the ache between my legs tells me that it wasn’t a dream with him, but something very real. It was mind blowing. I haven’t had skillful hands touch me like that ever, and I’ve had my fair share of skillful hands, let me tell you. Even though I ache, I can still feel him and smell him on my skin. If he’s still wearing that suit, I bet he can still smell me.

I reluctantly sit up in bed, and hold my head as I do. My back aches as I move, but I gather the strength to get out of bed and stand. The boxing matches between Rumbles and me have been intense and I think they are catching up with me. I see my clothes scattered on the ground around me; I laugh lightly to myself as I bend to pick them up. I pick up a random shirt and put it on. Admittedly I smell it beforehand. The smell of Hunter in the fabric chills me. I recognise it as the shirt he was wearing last night and wonder why the fuck it was on the floor in my room...

A lipstick stain shows on the collar and I remember seeing that colour on that stupid whore, America’s lips. I don’t hate many people without knowing them first, but her, I couldn’t stand. She was out to ruin my fun and I wasn’t going to have any of it. She can come in and save the day when I’m done, I, Kat, do not share. And right now, Hunter is my play toy just as much as I am his.

I look at the clock and realised I was running late for my date with Shiloh. I quickly picked up the phone next to my bed and called her, explaining that I over slept and I would be there soon. I could tell by the way she spoke, she wanted to ask questions but I blew her off for now. I got into the shower and washed the events of last night off myself. The hot water was just what my back needed to heal. It burnt at first, but relaxed me in no time.

I took a few extra minutes to wash my hair and shave my legs. By the time I was done, I smelled of cherries and felt silky smooth, just the way I liked it. I decided to wear a cute white baby doll dress and my black knee-highs, they were so comfortable and comfort for a woman was everything.

I put on minimal make up and put my hair in a messy bun. It was long and I normally had it down more times than not. But with the headache I was sporting I needed it up and not my heavy locks down. When I was set I grabbed my purse and headed out to meet Shiloh for coffee. I was starving and coffee was my friend.

I sprinted down the hallway and took the stairs two at a time. There were people everywhere cleaning up from last night’s party. The place was a mess. Angel wasn’t wrong about his parties being ‘all out.’ When I walked past the open bar, there were bodies everywhere, some naked and some dressed. I obviously missed all the fun....

“Where are you off to this morning?”

I jumped slightly at the sound of his rough voice.

“I’m running away, can’t you see my suitcase is packed.” I say sarcastically.

I turn to see Hunter sitting on the stairs with a mug in his hand. The first thing I think about is how those skillful hands had me in knots last night, and the second thought was coffee... I could smell it. Without thinking or asking, I walk over and take the cup from his grip. I lift the mug to my mouth and drink the slightly hot liquid, relishing in the taste of sanity. It doesn’t last long.

“Did you ask?” his tone is demanding.

I stop drinking and hand the cup back.

“Nope.”

With that I turn and leave. I know I will pay for it later, and right now, I don’t give a fuck. I need to get out of this place and try forgetting about Hunter and his hands for an hour.

S
hiloh sat in the corner booth and was reading a magazine when I arrived. I hit the cover of the magazine and burst out laughing when she jumped six feet in the air because I scared the fuck out of her.

“You’re a bitch, you know that right”? She barked at me.

“You tell me everyday sweetheart.” I smiled sweetly, before leaning down and kissing her cheeks.

I sat down as the waiter approached. He was the same young guy that served us every time we came here. He was a looker for someone who was just fresh out of school. He must be about nineteen or twenty tops. His dark locks are a mass of curls on his head, and his brown eyes are to die for. He has these dainty little lips and when he smiles, his cute dimples show.

“What can I get for you ladies today?” His voice is gentle.

“Ah, I’ll have a plate of pancakes with bacon and syrup. And a latte.” Shiloh leans forward showing her cleavage when she speaks.

“I’ll have the same. Thanks honey.” I watch as he blushes at my referral.

When he turns and walks away we both piss ourselves laughing. It’s cruel tormenting these young ones, but if you have it, flaunt it right?

“Who was that god gorgeous man you were basically fucking against the wall last night? May I say how freaking hot he was.” Shiloh picks up her magazine and begins to fan herself.

I giggle like a schoolgirl at her antics. I have to admit though; he is too hot for his own fucking good. I can still feel his body up against mine and the touch of his finger penetrating me. I draw my thighs together in memory. Now is not the time to get wet panties... “That’s just some fucker Sailor has sent me to for punishment and nothing more.” I shrug, before pulling the magazine out of Shiloh’s grip and flicking through it.

“So was it good? And what do you mean, Sailor sent you to him for punishment?” I knew what was coming next; it was just a matter of seconds. “And what do I have to do to get that kind of punishment?”

And there it was....

“I’m not allowed to discuss it with you.” I look at her pouting face.

“Size wise?” Shiloh starts to draw her hands apart while I stare blankly at her. She can’t be serious?

I put her out of her misery by showing her with my hands how “long” it was. I don’t tell her I’ve only had it in my mouth but hopefully by the end of the day, I will have it in other places. I have a new formulated plan and I can’t wait to use it. She giggles loudly and resumes fanning herself. I sit there shaking my head. This woman is bat shit crazy. But I fucking love her guts. Before long the waiter comes back with our meal. I am famished. I swear I start to eat before the plate hits the table. That man had me all hot and hungry last night and I still never managed to eat anything. Shiloh glances at me sideways with a look that resembled disgrace crossed with concern.

“What? I’m fucking hungry alright.” I attempt to say with a mouth full of food.

“You’re a disturbing women.”

I nod and continue to eat.

Ten minutes later I am full and couldn’t possibly eat another thing. I ate the whole serving and then pinched a pancake off Shiloh’s plate.

Considering I hardly get through my meal alone... that makes me little miss piggy today. My latte was so good; I decided to order another one when the little hottie came back to take our plates.

“You must have worked up one hell of an appetite last night.”

“I did, now shut up and leave it alone.” I sat back in the booth and rubbed my now full stomach.

Shiloh holds her hands up in defeat. I’m looking forward to the moment when Hunter does the same thing.

I change the subject to something a little more accommodating for the both of us. Sex toys! There are so many on the market these days; some good, some bad, some just plain fucking nasty and some that satisfy one’s needs without even taking it out of the packaging. I was due for some new items to add to my box of treasures and I couldn’t wait to be back at Sailor’s so I could dabble a little. Not to mention Hunter still had my red vibrator.

The clearing of a throat brought us back to reality. Waiter boy puts our cups down before clearing the ripped pieces of napkin off the table that we so kindly decided to shred during out intense conversation about orgasms.

“What’s your name?” Shiloh blurts out before the poor kid has a chance to run away from us crazy people.

“My... my name is Thomas.” He said, clearly nervous.

His hands moved faster as he clears the rest of the paper off the table. When he more or less bolted away from the table I laughed, then slapped her arm.

“That was rude.” I giggled.

“He’s cute. Not my type, but still cute.” She leaned around to catch an eye full of his ass.

I had to admit I was a little curious to see how old he was. My eyes scanned the room looking for him. The café was pretty quiet apart from small groups of people having lunch like we were. As I watched where pretty boy went, I saw a familiar face staring back at me. The table a few rows away hosted five guys. And they were all looking at me strangely. That face...I could never in my wildest dreams forget that face. My head snapped around when Shiloh hit me.

“Isn’t that him?” she all but yelled, looking around me.

I slide down in my chair, for what reason I don’t know. He clearly saw me looking. How the fuck did he know where I was?

“I think so.” I tried to play it cool, once I composed myself a little.

He is just so freaking sexy and annoying. No women alive would miss a face like his.

“Go say hello to Master or something,” she said, starting to push me out of the booth.

“What! Are you smoking crack? I need time away from him. He’s annoying and obnoxious.” I know I say it a little too loud, but I don’t give a fuck. He’s fucking stalking me I know it. “And I don’t call him master; I’m not his stupid sub.”

“Drink up, and we will go.” Shiloh picks up her drink and slowly starts to sip.

I don’t even check the temperature of mine; I down the contents in one go and stand as the waiter delivers the bill. We look between each other and split it like always. Shiloh is a dodgy bitch that won’t pay for anything. She is saving up to buy some new car and saves ever spare penny she has. Within a few months, she will have over eighty grand and can afford to buy one outright.

“You take the money and pay the bill. I have to run to the toilet before we go.” I place my money on the table and head to the bathroom.

I’m mindful not to look behind me, even though I can feel people staring at me. Of course the female toilets are all the way down the end, so it’s a hike just to get there. You wouldn’t want to be busting or anything.

There are several young girls talking about last night’s adventures. I do my business and listen as they rave on about “Jacob Ryan” man whore. I have no idea how old they are, but it somehow makes me think of the life I missed out on. I never got to do the kinds of things normal girls did. I was always too embarrassed to go out, worried that I would be made fun of because my clothes were dirty, or that people would realise it was my mother who was the whore sleeping with their daddy.

I shake my thoughts just before the moment of no return hits me. Nightmares, all of it are nightmares.

I exit the cubicle and wash my hands. My hair has started to dry, so I have bits sticking out all over the place. I take my hair out and attempt to redo it but it doesn’t co-operate with me. So I decided to leave it down since my headache has somewhat subsiding. Fuck me; I drank way to much last night. I do a quick once over before I leave. I decide I look good enough to go spend some money.

I’m looking down as my feet when I run into a hard wall. My hands instantly grip onto a shirt to stop me from falling on my ass or my face. Two large hands grab my hips to steady me as I gather my wits.