Punished Into Submission (28 page)

“Go sit in the box and talk to god.” The man standing at the door had said after he picked his jaw up of the ground. Apparently my leather dress and fuck me boots weren’t the correct clothes to wear to church.

I had never in my life sat in one of these stupid boxes and for some reason when Hunter says jump, here I fucking am. The room is small and cosy, yet it makes me completely uncomfortable. The wooden bench is hard on my ass and I pull my knees up to my chest, dropping my head to rest on them.

Every conversation that I'd had with Hunter in the past week has been exporting itself into my everyday life. That asshole was definitely mastering me in more ways than one, but I had to stop it; I had to find a way to stop submitting to this man. The door leading into the opposite room opened and closed, loudly. I froze, trying not to make a noise with my movement or my breathing.

"Have you ever confessed your sins before?" The echoing voice came through the wall.

I paused, unable to gather my thoughts at this time. More importantly, I didn't want to speak in the fear I wouldn't stop from confessing my darkest secrets. My body moved slightly, and the wood beneath me creaked. Fuck.

"Tell me what's on your mind," the husky voice said, sending shivers through my body.

“I’m thinking about cock. Big, fat, hard cock.” I don’t feel bad at all for swearing at the priest, but worry I will catch fire any second.

"Stop hiding behind a mask. Tell me about your fears. It will make you feel things you've never felt before, having someone listen to everything you've hidden for so long."

"What do you know about my life?" I spat back; annoyed that he could bring up such things.

"I know you’re scared of yourself, you’re scared of what you will find if you let yourself go and admit your fears."

Hunter...

"Nice try, but I'm not scared. I'm smart." With that I stand and open the door.

As soon as I go to step out, I'm backed into the box again.

"If you were smart, you would listen to me completely, be completely at my mercy, and let me do anything I want to do to you. T rust that I could blow your fucking mind...you'd call me master." Hunter pushes me back until my knees hit the bench.

The first thing I notice about him is the belt in his hand, the second is how fucking delicious he looks in this moment. His eyes are dark, his hair is messy, and light hair covers his face. I can’t help but smirk at his attempt to get me to talk. He folds the belt over itself and slaps it hard against his palm. The echo of impact sounds throughout the room as a loud crack.

“Put out your hands.” Hunter instructs.

I shake my head no....

“Now, so help me god...” I laugh when Hunter speaks those words; they are so appropriate in this moment, right?

“I don’t want to be your project anymore, it’s getting old.” I try to stand but Hunter’s body is so close to mine forcing me to stay seated.

“Last warning.” Hunter cracks his belt against his palm once more.

I wanted to get out of here and I wanted to do it now, but knew I it wouldn’t happen until Hunter got his own way and I got a spanking. I put my arms out and straight away Hunter wraps his belt around my joined wrists. Tightening his belt around my bound wrists, Hunter brings his mouth to my ear.

"They say this room is sound proof, let’s test that theory."

Anticipation races through my veins...

"Do your worst." I pant; my panties would be saturated if I were wearing any.

Hunter stands me up, spins me round and bends me over the bench. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears; my body is already tingling all over...

"I have a confession of my own; do you want to hear it, Kat?" Hunter voice is low, yet dangerous.

"Yes,"

"I can't look at you without getting hard. I can't think about you without wanting to be buried deep inside you. I can't stand it when I hear your name, it makes me what to restrain you and fuck you until you scream my name. And I can't stop myself from wanting you to submit to me, emotionally, physically, and mentally. You, bring me to my knees."

"You’re going to hell, Hunter." my breath catches, as Hunter hits me hard with his palm.

"And your fucking coming with me," he says, ruggedly.

If he continued to do this to me, I will chase him there and together we would watch the devil cringe at our antics. Hunter grabs my hair in his fist tightly and pulls, sending tingling sensations to the right spots. Since we were doing this in a confessional...We weren't going to heaven that was certain!

"You ready to scream for me, Kat?"

A tight laugh escapes my lips...

"Never."

It was somewhere between pleasure and pain. Every time I moved from being jolted, the belt pulled tighter around my wrists. The bare handed spanking I was receiving was going to leave erotic marks on my already bruising skin. Hunter used his hand to work me over, each strike becoming harder and harder.

"Please, Hunter." I begged.

For what I was begging, I had no idea.

"You're begging me already, and I haven't even begun to punish you," he says.

Hunter stops his hits and turns me around so I face him. He makes me sit on the bench and my sensitive ass burns and stings when I do. When my eyes met his again, they were fierce. Something untold, flashed behind those devilish green eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came. My eyes grew wide when he dropped to his knees and spread my thighs. My wet cunt is on show and I know he can smell my arousal.

"When are you going to tell me what this means, Kat?" Hunter asks, rubbing his fingers along my inked skin.

I bite my lip.

"Are you scared?" he asked, as he leans his face in closer.

I didn't speak.

I wasn't scared.

I was fucking joyous.

"Mmmm, inflicting pain. Delicious." His face is on my clit in seconds.

I moan out loud the second his tongue lashes out and tastes me. He licks and sucks my clit as his fingers work their way into my core. This man knows how to fuck with his fingers and holy mother of Jesus Christ, I’m not fucking complaining.

“Pride refers to a satisfied sense of attachment toward one's own or another's choices and actions. It is a product of praise, independent self-reflection, or a fulfilled feeling of belonging.” When Hunter speaks, he speaks against my wet core. “Do you feel like you belong here, Kat?”

The answer is easy but I don’t say it. It hurts to think it, let alone say it.

“Answer me.” Hunter slaps my thigh in warning.

“Fuck you, Hunter, fuck you.” I moan my response as Hunter’s fingers keep fucking my cunt.

“Stop it. Think about what I am saying.”

Hunter licks my clit as my orgasm builds. I struggle against his mouth, trying to move away. I want it so much that I want to run but I can’t. I’m fucking lost with this man that my walls are crumbling down. Hunter stops and removes his fingers just as my orgasm shows its face. He leaves me moaning in protest as I watch him stand. His cock strains hard against his pants. When he pulls his zipper down and reaches inside, my heart beats a little faster.

I lick my lips when his length springs free. He teases me by stroking himself, slow at first then his action moves a little faster. I try to pull my hands free from the belt but nothing happens. He has me right where he wants me and as much as I deny it, I like it here, even if it’s only for a moment.

Hunter takes his hand off his tempting length, bends down and picks me up. I squeal when my back hits the hard wall; the pain from my wrist shoots through me. With one hand Hunter holds me; with the other hand he positions himself at my entrance.

“What does your tattoo mean?” Hunter growls, rubbing himself against my opening.

“Nothing.” I shout, trying to struggle enough for him to slip it in.

“Don’t lie, what does it mean?” Hunter basically shouts, his voice making me whimper.

Tears spring to my eyes as I look away. I can’t do this right now.

“Answer me.” He continues to rub against my opening, I’m wet, waiting and wanting.

I close my eyes. If I can’t see him, he doesn’t matter.

“Open your eyes.” Hunter slides the tip of his cock inside me.

“Screw you.” I say, my eyes flying open and meeting his.

“What does it mean?” Hunter’s voice echoes through the confined space.

“No, please don’t.” a tear slides down my cheek.

“It means, never enough.” I practically scream.

Hunter sinks my body onto his hard length as soon as I answer. While he uses one arm to move me up and down his length, his other hand comes around and undoes my wrists. As soon as my arms are free, I wrap them around his neck, forcing his face closer to mine.

“Kiss me.” I scream at him, begging for more.

The minute his lips meet mine, I open for him. Allowing him access to devour me, as I consume him. I stroke his tongue with mine, tasting myself on his tongue. I suck on his tongue to stop the shuddering moans that bubble from me. Hunter steps back removing me from the wall, but replaces it with his whole body. The wall supports him while he uses his strength to move my body up and down his cock. When Hunter rubs his thumb over my clit, I’m done. I scream my release into his mouth and he swallows them, with him grunting his own release into mine.

F
or six long days, Hunter has been gone.

After the church incident we drove back to the palace in silence. As soon as we arrived, I jumped out not waiting for Hunter to get my door. I slogged out four gruelling hours in the gym with Rumbles and spend six with my wrist rewrapped in ice. I heard Arrow and Hunter arguing in the office when I went to bed that night but I couldn’t hear what it was about.

When I got up the next morning, Arrow, Hunter and James were all gone. Nobody could tell me where. For three long days I worked my ass off in the gym, and then went to work behind the bar. The palace was packed every night with thousands of people. David hired extra bar staff to cover Arrow’s part in the bar and she was just as useless as the rest of them.

Hunter’s presence hasn’t been missing the whole time. Several nights I get instructions of various things I have to do; last night we had phone sex. At three in the morning Rumbles woke me with the flashlight in my eyes. I could have murdered him. My Kung foo moves scared the shit out of him because he threw the phone and ran. When I brought the phone up to my ear, Hunter’s heavy voice filled the line.

“I charge six ninety five an hour.” I had said.

“Put your fingers in your tight cunt, I want to hear you come.”

Feeling the need for release I did as he had asked, feeling the want for him instantly.

“Does it feel better than I do?” his breathing was getting heavier.

“No.” I had panted, my skin shuddering at the sound of his tone.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers. Hard and fast. I’m not going to last much longer.”

I did as he asked and came within seconds, imagining my fingers was his length fucking me hard, making me shudder beneath him. He came with me, his moans filled my ear before he breathlessly said goodnight. The next night Hunter had me attend a local children’s fundraiser with David. We dressed up in our posh as shit clothes and David bid on things he didn’t need, but the money went with good reason. I finally got David up for the dance and he was a better dancer than I was.

I got to draw on walls with the kids who attended, but found out it’s not right to teach a ten year old pick-up lines. His mother wasn’t impressed with my antics. The boy kid just wanted a dance with a woman twice his age. David laughed it off, but told me he would tell on me when Hunter got home and I would probably get a spanking or two... maybe seven if I was lucky.

The days had been long but I was always busy. Sailor was also missing in action and it was really starting to irritate me. I got the chance to sneak away during an alcohol pick up, but the girls at the house hadn’t seen him. I also snuck in and got my red fuck me boots, I had been missing. Of course now I wore them everywhere. I recall Rumbles laughing when I got on the cross trainer in them.

The boots also covered a little something I had gotten done while Hunter was away. I was reading through a Latin book I found in his office while snooping through his shit. Another phrase for another part of my life that I wanted to forget but couldn’t. “Quod Me Nutrit Me Destrit,” now lined my other thigh. Angel had seen it after she walked in on me in the shower the afternoon I got it. That woman has more breakdowns than a 1920’s motor vehicle. Almost as many as I do, really.

Rumbles had let slip that Hunter was coming home tonight and I got a little excited... okay, a lot excited. Truth be told, I had missed him. Something seemed to form between us and as much as I didn’t want to feel like this, I couldn’t help it. I had been forced by him to tell him the meaning of something that would always destroy me no matter how much I tried to lose it.

By the time I finished work I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. It was like the previous week’s activities had caught up to me with a vengeance plus some. I look towards the inviting bed covered in soft pillows and plush blankets. I need to be amongst the lot. The smell of beer however, reminds me that I need to shower first. I dragged my tired body into the shower and washed. I wanted to get off but I just couldn’t. I thought about Hunter when I touched myself. About his expert hands touching me as I touch his bare chest. I even thought about the feel of his cock in my mouth as I sit back on my knees, practically begging him.

But nothing.

Shit got fucking crazy tonight when America and another chick had a fight over Hunter who was clearly not here, but Rumbles enjoyed physically removing them. America had been a regular the whole time Hunter was away. I think I must have killed her at least twenty times in my head by stabbing her, but for some fucking reason, the bitch just wouldn’t die.

I didn’t like her one little bit. My chest tightened at the thought of them together. I saw the way he had looked at her with lust that night at the party, when I was supposed to be his date. What seemed to hurt more however was the look of disappointment he gave me later that night. I cared for some reason when I never used to.