Punished Into Submission (21 page)

“Suck.” He commands.

I suck his fingers into my mouth as commanded. Hunter’s pace slows to an almost annoying pace, and I crave to tie him up and fuck him into submission. I can feel every vein, every defined inch of his length brushing against my core.

“I want you to ride me, slowly.” His voice is rough. His eyes penetrate me hard.

I start to move slow, which is maybe too fast for Hunter. He holds my waist and shakes his head mouthing, “slow.” I move at a slower pace, using my knees to push me up and down. Hunter takes his fingers out of my mouth and trails them down my back, the moisture from my own saliva leaving coolness in its wake. Hunters lets go of my hips and uses that hand to grip my neck with his fingers, his thumb strokes my cheek.

“I want you to feel every, single inch of me.”

I notice my pace getting faster as my muscles tighten and clamp down. My orgasm is fast approaching and I’m shocked that this could happen. I don’t get off on slow sensual play. I get off on dangerous, painful play. Hunter fingers trail down my tailbone and I feel them trail down my ass. Hunter stops at the puckering hole and I hold my breath when he applies pressure and rubs. The nerves send sparks flying and I come hard and fast.

My cries of pleasure echo throughout the room as I try to gather myself. I can feel my muscles clenching and unclenching as I come and come. Hunter grunts as he tightens his grip on my neck, which tells me he is close. His eyes become hooded as I run my hands over his chest, racking my nails down his tight wall. Each ripped muscle is felt under my fingertips; the sweat that we’ve caused makes it glisten.

“I want to claim this while you are here.” Hunter says, pushing the tip of his finger inside my ass.

I start to move harder and faster continuing to ride out my waves of pleasure. One orgasm turns into two when Hunter slides the tip of his finger in and out of my tight hole. I squirm at first but the feeling is unbelievable. I have never had anyone do this before and I now think I know what I was missing out on.

“I want to come inside you.” Hunter groans, and the vein in his neck bulges.

As he pours his hot seed inside me, my walls tighten around him over and over. I wish the feeling to stop because this feels different to how I pictured it. Yes, I picture things in my mind and when I do, they are how I want them, how I need them. This is not what I need but strangely what I want. I’m such a fucked up mess, and I continue to fuck myself more.

I stop moving when my last shudder stops. My head rests on hunters and both our breathing is accelerated. The need to run hits me and start to get up. Hunter grabs me tightly by the waist and holds me still, stopping me from getting away. The feeling of agitation hits and weaken.

“Let me go, I need to get ready for bed.”

“This is what you wanted, and now you run. Is this a common occurrence for you, Kat?”

I squirm and wriggle until Hunter lets me go. I get up, and find my clothes, which are scattered on the floor. I throw on my shirt and pants, desperately trying not to look at hunter who I can feel staring. The ache in my chest is harsh; I can feel the ink burning against my skin reminding me why I do this. He’s here; he’s always fucking here.

I run out of the room, leaving Hunter calling out my name. I take the stairs two at a time in a desperate bid to get away. I push open the door as Rumbles is walking past. I half stumble half trip and he catches me before I land face first into the ground.

“Shit, you okay, Kat?” Rumbles grip’s my waist and uses the other hand to take my hand.

“Fuck, I’m fine.” I say, pushing him away.” I have to go.”

I can hear Hunter’s voice and heavy steps behind me.

“You tripped, are you sure you didn’t...”

“I said I’m fucking fine, just let me go.” I push him harder and he finally lets me go before stepping back.

I watch his eyes drift behind where the door for basement goes. My name is on repeat and I fight my feet that want to stop. I hear the door open and close my eyes briefly before running the up the staircase to my room.

“What the fuck did you do to her, Hunter?” Rumbles voice is aggressive.

“Stay the fuck out of it; it has nothing to do with you.” Hunter replies.

I hear a hard thud and automatically feel bad for my actions. I knew the grunt when the body connected with the wall and I can say it wasn’t Hunters. I make it to my room but stop; I need to be somewhere were Hunter can’t get to me. I keep running along the halls, opening the doors until I find what I’m looking for. When I find it I open the door without knocking. I can hear Hunter and I need to disappear. I pull open the door and note the shock on Arrow’s face that sits on his bed reading.

“Kat,”

“Hide me, please.”

Arrows jumps off the bed and rushes over to me. Hunter’s voice is getting closer and the footsteps are hard.

“Kat, I can’t.”

“Please, I just... I need to hurt, just for a minute without him.”

Arrows runs his hands down his face and lets out a loud breath. He points to the bathroom and I run inside closing the door behind me; just as the door clinks I hear the main door open.

“Have you seen, Kat?” Hunter yells.

“Calm the fuck down, Hunter. No I haven’t.” Arrow sounds convincing.

I lean against the door and slide down until my ass hits the cold floor. I bring my legs up to my chest and rest my head against my knees. Tears threaten and I will them to stop. I just want pain....

“She freaked out, and ran off. I’m worried about her.”

“Hunter, get some rest, if I see her I will let you know, brother.”

I hear mumbled noises before the door closes again. I go to move but Arrow opens the door, which causes me to end up on my back, my head resting at his feet. He looks down at me shaking his head. He puts out his hand and I look at it before deciding to take it. He helps me to my feet, and ushers me into further into the bathroom.

“Shower, than you and I are going to talk about this.” Arrow says, handing me a towel and a clean shirt.

“No, I can’t.” I shake my head and hold up my hands in defeat.

“Yes, Kat. This is destroying you.” Arrow reaches for my hand and pulls back. “I hear you dream at night and something haunts you. I see a different person inside of you hidden by what you show the world. What the fuck happened to you, Kat?”

“I fell in love.” I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

A
rrow cradled me close to him as the tears flowed. The water hits my back and I start to relax. After my confession Arrow picked me up and placed me in the shower clothes and all and he didn’t let me go. There is something about him that makes me feel like I can trust him. Even through the feeling is there, I struggle to spill the words. I feel like the weak and wounded girl who was never enough, was never going to be enough.... It hurts. The pain I need to feel is back.

“Do you want to talk...?”

“No.” I cut arrow off. “Just hold me a little longer, than forget all about the insecure, falling apart Kat you see here.”

“Kat, you can’t hide...” I stop him with a hand over his mouth.

“I can, and I will.” I say, removing my hand but holding up my finger when he opens his mouth to speak.

I get up from the floor and turn off the tap. I turn around and see Arrow looking at me with sad eyes. Those eyes say pity, pity for Kat. I hold out a hand and Arrow takes it. When he’s on his feet, I step out and grab two towels, one for him and one for myself. I dry myself briefly before wrapping the towel around me. I need to wash Hunter off my skin but Arrow has seen enough of me.

“Thank you for hiding me, but I really need to shower and get to bed.” I put on a smile and wipe the last stay tear. “Sorry to ruin your night.”

“You really should talk to someone.” Arrow picks up my hand and kisses it. The gentle move tugs my heart. “You need to let down those walls.”

I nod and pull my hand from his grip. The fight in me is gone and I don’t know when it will return by I pray it’s soon. I walk to the door and open it, sticking my head out I notice all the lights are off and I have no idea where Hunter will be. I just pray he’s not sitting on my bed waiting to pounce because I may breakdown all over again. Arrow opens the door wider when I exit and I start to walk down the hall, only to stop three steps away from the doorway.

“Arrow.” I say turning around to face him.

“Yes, Kat.” he leans against the frame as he speaks.

“I’m a bad mother fucker.”

He laughs loudly.

“Yes, Kat. You’re a bad mother fucker.” He confirms, continuing to laugh.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kat.”

I run down the hall and find my room in dark. Having no door has its pros and cons really. The pro is, I can find my room in the dark because mine is the one you fall into when the wall runs out and you trip, skip and hop into the room. I feel my way to the bedside table and flick on the light. I start to strip out of my clothes as soon as I head towards the bathroom. I’m completely naked by the time I get into the shower and the hot water burns the minute it touches my skin. I close my eyes and relish the feel of the cascading water. My nipples sting when I touch them. It reminds me of Hunter and his vicious mouth. I ache between my thighs pushes those reminders into over drive and now I can feel him. I could feel the way he used my body to fuck himself. To pleasure and bring himself to orgasm.

Was it bad that I wanted more?

That, I actually needed more.

I was an addict, just like my father. I was an addict for sex. For the connection between two bodies. I was feral with need. An animal with want. Lust, passion, pleasure... pain. It was always about the emotional pain. Physical pain was nothing, I could handle anything. But feeling emotional pain was more damaging and reopened old wounds that would never heal. I was destructive in my own ways, and liked that I could control my own emotional pain.

I washed my body and hair before getting out of the shower. I needed sleep and after my mental breakdown earlier, I had this dreaded feeling that sleep was the last thing my body wanted to do. I pick the towel up off the rack and start to dry my arms and chest. When the towel brushes across my breasts stings a little, causing me to flinch. I look down and notice the now going purple bite mark dear Hunter left me.

“Vampire.” I say, unimpressed with my marks.

I finish drying and get into my “Granma” nightdress. It’s white, silky with lace covering it. It flows to almost floor length and it’s something I would have pictured in the seventies or even earlier. I brought it from a vintage shop years ago on one of my weird shopping days, where instead of buying fuck me boots, I brought three inch heels. They call it midlife crisis I think. But since then, I have been through three more.

I walk to the bed and pull back the covers before jumping into Pillow Mountain. I close my eyes and think of rainbows and butterfly’s.... I lie, I think of Hunter and I may have possibly bitten off more than I could chew.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Y
ou’re nothing but trash, who will never be good enough.” His voice is cold and shallow.

“Stop it, stop it.” I scream, pulling and tugging.

“You say you love me, but you don’t.” he grabs me again, throwing my body hard against the wall. “If you loved me, you would let me hurt you.”

“Don’t you love me?” I cry, praying my parents would come and save me.

“I love to hurt you, but that’s all, you’re nothing to me. You’re never enough, Kat. Never.” His voice is a whisper on my face but it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me.

I struggle to breathe as his hands grip my neck and squeeze. It’s a relief really. I relax as his face starts to fade into the darkness. His eyes are clearing yet cloudy still. My body wills me to struggle again, to fight but I can’t. I don’t want to. I just want the pain to stop.

I wake with a jolt and bolt up straight in bed. My hands are on my neck and I’m trying to catch my breath. I rub hard, trying to get the feel of his hands off me. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me again. These dreams, these nightmares, they stirred these insecurities within me. I was scared of very little, but these flashbacks, they scared the fuck out of me.

I wiped the built up sweat of my forehead, before sitting on the edge of the bed. The display on the clock showed it was only two forty five and I had been asleep for three hours.

“Great,” I mumbled to myself.

Needing a drink, I got up and padded across the bedroom to the door. The place was pitch black, I couldn’t see a thing, and I had no idea where the light switches were. Stepping into the darkness, my hand found the wall. I traced the wall, creeping softly. I didn’t want to wake Hunter. He was moody at the best of times, and after my little stunt last night, I feared the apology I needed to give.

The wall was smooth and cool against my palms, it was almost comforting. The shadows coming through the large glass window caught my attention as I came closer. I knew the stairs were around there somewhere and the light would help me. I hadn’t ventured out of the room at night-time, once I was in bed, I stayed there. Churches and I do not mix. Maybe that’s why I was having these nightmares?

I laugh to myself. I was actually surprised I didn’t catch fire the moment I walked into the joint.

The light being thrown out from the moon was enough for me to find my way to the stairs. As I descended the creaking sounds echoed the vacant space. It sounded like something you would see in a horror movie. I made it to the bottom and headed towards the bar. Padding across the tiled floors, I found the switch and the lights turned on in the bar. I turned the knob and dimmed the lights low.

I decided a shot was in order; I prayed it might actually help me sleep. I went for the bottle of Gin, my poison of choice in any circumstance. As I picked up the bottle, I noticed the aged scotch sitting hidden. I knew it was Hunters, and I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help but remember the taste on his lips. Taking a bottle down, I paused to listen for noises. Nothing. Dead silence.