Punished Into Submission (3 page)

“I did.” His answer is simple.

Of course he did. I nod in response to his answer. I take another look around before walking past him and out into the bedroom. I need to unpack if I am going to spend the next thirty days here. I walk over and pick up my bags and deposit them onto the bed.

I had no idea who actually packed my bags for me, but when I start pulling out my clothes, I know straight away it was Sailor. The outfits give it away. Everything is sexy and they are all my favourite things to wear. That man knows me too well some days. Hunter sits casually on the bed, and stares as I continue to pull out my personal items.

As I reach the bottom I pull out my red vibrator and chuck it on the bed with everything else.
Trust Sailor and his ability to rock my world from far away.
I laugh in my head at the personal joke.

“What’s this for?” Hunter holds up my red toy.

My ability to come up with smart assed and witty comebacks is fearless.

“For when you tell me to go fuck myself.” I smile. “But I have a feeling I will need it with you; not sure you know how to satisfy my cravings.”

Hunter rises instantly and stands beside me. I still feel brave even though I probably shouldn’t.

“I have a few tricks when it comes to vibrators and whips; let me know when you want to learn a thing of two.” I say, unable to control myself.

I’m facedown before I can blink. Dominating Hunter is in the building and ready to play with fiery me, by the looks.

“We need to set a few ground rules here. Firstly, keep that smart mouth to yourself unless asked to use it. And by use it, I mean suck me off. Secondly,” Hunter grips my hair, and pulls roughly. “You will do as I say, when I say. I am your Master; whether you play nice or not, it’s your issue, but be assured I will punish you, I will test you, I will push your limits, but I will teach you things you never thought existed. You are mine, Kat.”

I let his words sink in. I am his...he failed to mention the thirty days part; I choose not to correct him, because the bathroom calls me.

“If you’re finished, I’d like to use the amenities before I piss myself.”

“This conversation is not over, unpack your shit and meet me downstairs. You have twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” Hunter lets me go and I hear his feet pad across the floor.

I roll onto my back and stretch my body, with a smile. This could actually be fun. Pissing people off is my forte. I sit up and notice him standing in the doorway.

“Anything else you want to verbally vomit before you leave?” I smile, not letting him walk over me.

Hunter shakes his head before walking out completely.

I get up off the bed and finish unpacking my belongings. The walk in wardrobe is fucking massive, I swear I could fit the bed in there; in fact I think if I did I would probably feel more at home, more comfortable. I have never been the kind of girl that takes to diamonds and pearls and huge mansions, and money. After my childhood, I’m just glad to be alive. However, some days, I wish my life turned out differently. I wish I were stronger than this front of me. But, I am how I am, and I’d be fucked if I was going to change it for anyone.

After everything was packed away, I walked out the door with no intention on meeting Hunter. I was going to explore the palace and get a feel for the place; find out where the hiding places were, and I needed to find the stash of alcohol before the day was over. Tonight, I was getting trashed and having me some fun. This place was busy, so surely someone would walk through those doors that were in for a little trouble themselves.

I look around and can’t believe what I see. It was built in the seventh century and the main purpose was for sinners to confess their sins and wash their hands of evil. I thought it fitted well for someone like him, and well me too really. This church is almost famous; the disaster that closed it down was all over the television and radios for weeks. It was struck by fire ten years ago, the people in the Manhattan district rallied to get it rebuilt, but within months of the refurbish the priest was arrested for rape. I was fifteen at the time, and I knew this church well.

I walk down the stairs and admire several pictures that hung on the walls. I reached out to touch them, but movement behind me stopped my actions. As I turned around Hunter stood with several men, but he was looking at me.

“Is this all yours now?” I asked Hunter.

He nods, and then turns his attention back to the group of men he is standing with.

“I bet you paid a pretty penny for it,” I say casually.

I know he’s not actively listening but I know he is watching my every move. Instinct I call it. The ability to know when you’re in trouble, and when you’re not...and right now, I have no idea what I’m in for. The renovations are gorgeous, but he has kept it as original as possible. The old stone building is strong with a mainly wooden and marble interior. It’s pure heaven in my eyes. The stain glass windows were removed from the arches and replaced with stone. The windows have been taken out on the first level, and most in the second, I could see that from when I exited the car.

“Do you want a tour?” Hunter’s rugged voice startles me slightly.

“Yes, Please.”

Hunter shocks me by taking my hand in his and walking me over to the main entrance where we walked in.

“As you can see all the windows have been removed. The only ones that remain are in the top level which is now bedrooms and bathrooms, and the punishment room.”

Punishment room...oh my. I can’t wait to see that!

“I moved several of the stained glass windows to the top level, and they are very effective if you ask me. The last judgement, crucifixion, the resurrection...but my favourite is The Death and Assumption of the Virgin Mary and that is right next to the capture and crucifixion in the punishment room,” Hunter stops briefly, his eyes wide with excitement. This man needs a fucking hobby. “Maybe I’m just crazy, but I also called my dungeons after each of these stories. If you ask me why I did it, I would have to say I have no idea, but the idea fitted at the time.”

I listened as Hunter continued to talk. If not for anything, for the passion that he spoke with when he talked about this palace, which was more than that. It was his home.

“The dungeons remained in place as they would come in handy for what the club detailed. Masters and Mistresses Palace is now my life and soul. Sailor, Rumbles, and I have worked hard for years trying to make a safe environment for like-minded people. This was going to be the first BDSM club in this district, with hopefully plenty more to come in the near future. With over a hundred rooms upstairs, it is going to be every man and woman’s wet dream. Of course, all that is coming in time. Right now we have use of about twenty plus the dungeons. The whole downstairs area is turning into a bar, which anyone can use. But it’s the VIP’s that will get to use the rest of the facility.”

Hunter finishes explaining and stares. I am in total shock. Sailor is in on this and I have no fucking idea. My heart sinks a little at the thoughts of Sailor keeping secrets from me. I can handle a lot of things, but secrets and lies are not one of them. They are my hard limits. My whole life I have lived around secrets and lies and I will never, ever go back to that place.

The sound of several voices entering breaks me out of my thoughts. I lift my head to find Hunter still looking at me, his head tilted slightly to the side.

“What?’ I snap, a little harsher than necessary but I don’t have time for games.

“Nothing.” Hunter says, letting go of my hand. “Give me a minute and I will take you on that tour.”

I watch as he walks over to the big guy and stretches his hand out to shake it. Hunter is probably one of the sexiest men I have ever seen... and I have seen a few. The big guy points to the open space and back at a large sheet of paper he has in his hand. Hunter just leans over and listens, shaking his head and pointing; oblivious to me checking out his ass, and strong frame. I would bet that man has muscles on muscles.

I would do anything to dominate him. To have him at my mercy. Watch him fall apart on top, or underneath me. Hear him calling my name as he climaxes...

“Kat, come here.” Hunter clicks his fingers at me like I’m some sort of pet.

I roll my eyes and step towards him and his company, being mindful not to show any of those previous thoughts on my face. As I approached, Hunter reached out and threaded his fingers through my own. I looked from our interlocked hands to his face with an arched brow.

“Kat, this is Barry. He is my building contractor. You will see him around a lot over the next thirty days. Please keep out of his way and I am sure he will keep out of yours. Barry, this is Kat.”

What the fuck? Really?

I turn to Barry who looks a little shocked. I remove my hand from Hunter’s and put it out for Barry to shake. I watch as he takes it cautiously.

“Hello Barry, I’m Kat, a prisoner at this shit hole.”

I shake his hand and note his soft, warm hands. He retracts his hand all too quickly, and then clears his throat. It’s not to inconspicuous clearing of the throat; it’s the too fucking obvious type, where you know damn well there’s a story behind it.

“Don’t choke now, Hunter won’t have anyone to finish his mansion.” Brain to mouth filter is fucked today, and the words come out before I have a chance to stop them.

“I’m fine.” Barry says all before nodding once to Hunter and walking away. How freaking rude, right?

I watch as Barry makes his way to the bar area, then he turns and walks in the opposite direction. He has no idea what he is doing or where he is going. Playful laughter leaves my body and before long I am giggling like a schoolgirl uncontrollably.

“Where the fuck are your manners?” Hunter startles me by gripping my arm tightly.

“Ouch.”

Hunter turns and we swiftly start towards the back of the new bar. We stop momentarily, as six men carry a carved oak bench that is huge! Engraved into the wood is MASTERS & MISTRESSES PALACE.

“What do you want done with the bar?” Barry asks walking behind the rail of men.

“I want it set up to the right, and the booths are to be on the opposite wall,” Hunter says, pointing to where he wants everything set up. “Is it going to be ready in time for revealing on Friday?”

“Sure, boss.” Barry speaks before walking away to direct the other men.

I turn to see construction workers everywhere; pulling out benches, tiling floors, making the bar, and setting up various hanging stages...it’s a total mess. This place will be the start of a new revolution and everybody knows it. I continue to group together faces I have seen before. It’s amazing how you think you will never see anyone again and bam.... they are staring you in the face, reminding you of things you shouldn’t be thinking about.

“This way.” Hunter pulls me towards a door at the back of the open area.

When we approach, Hunter opens the door and gestures for me to enter before him; this is obviously his hide away area. It’s the only area I have seen so far that is totally finished. The room hosts a fresh, clean look. With cream walls, modern furniture and a massive pipe organ built into the wall...it’s everything I didn’t expect. Piles of paper amongst other things are stacked on the large oak finished desk, which tells me this man is somewhat human and not very organised.

I walk towards the old church organ that has been built into the room and when I reach it, I run one of my hands over the large stacks. It’s fucking spectacular.

“Do you like it?” Hunter’s breath is at my ear.

For some reason, my pulse accelerates a little at the sound of his voice.

“It’s beautiful.” I say, tapping the pipe lightly and listening for the echoing sound that shoots through the tunnel.

I turn to face my captive Master, who is strikingly handsome.

Hunter pauses for a moment, almost like he is contemplating his next move. I narrow my eyes to his, trying to find a little hint of something, a secret maybe... or an insight to this mysterious man. He steps closer to me, our bodies almost touching.

I never take my eyes of his.

“I want to fuck you on it,” he states, in a rugged domineering voice.

Whoa...really? This man may be kinkier than I thought....

Reaching for my hand, he takes it in his and pulls my body flush against his. Steps our bodies backwards, he presses me again the hard pipes and they begin to chime softly from impact.

“Let your hair down and turn around,” he orders, letting me go.

I do as he asks.

As I turn around to face the organ, I reach up and pull the clip from my hair and let my beautiful red locks cascade over my shoulders and down my back. I suck in a breath as Hunter reaches out and fingers several strands before he entwines majority of it around his hand and pulls it gently. I instantly step back against him, so my back is firmly to his front.

He starts by placing soft, seductive kissing on my bare shoulder, then trailing them up my neck before nuzzling his nose in my hair. My hair always smells amazing so I have nothing to worry about, right? I get paid enough to keep up my stellar appearance.

“This is going to be fun,” he whispers, seductively.

My breathing changes and I’m losing my battle to keep calm. I’ve been in this man’s presence for a short period of time and he already makes me wish I could beat the shit out of him. I own my body, nobody else does; but there is this calming, yet pulse racing thing about Hunter.

His fingers trace the spot his lips have been. It’s harmless yet erotic all at once. Maybe I should start taking notes? I can’t lie, I like being at someone’s mercy, but I like to know my fate, and be in charge.

The first thing I notice with Hunter is that I’m very responsive to him. He was going to get into my panties and as much as I wanted nothing more than to hold onto the bitterness for him, I think I was going to fail and he would have me pantiless in no time.

A loud knock followed by a clearing of a throat broke through the sexual tension I was feeling...but only for a moment. I turned my head to see Sailor standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin on his face.