Punished Into Submission (8 page)

“Suck.”

Hunter’s warm cock enters my mouth sending a thrill through me. I take the tip into my mouth, licking and sucking. He controls my head with his hold on my hair, only letting me take so much. I have this urge to open my eyes and look, and I try hard to fight it.

I continue to work my tongue over the tip and down the minimal shaft I’m given to play with. Hunter moans quietly, but I hear it. It’s that satisfying feeling that I have something to tease him with. Unable to let him have all the control, I slide my hand up his thigh until I feel his full sack. Gripping maybe a little too hard, I roll it between my fingers. The moaning becomes a louder.

I smile around his cock in triumph.

I’m given a little more and take it instantly. I want as much as I can get from him at this stage of the game. While I’m satisfied sucking him, the princess in me wants more. Princess Kat wants an orgasm.

“Enough,” Hunter hisses when I meet his fingers that are wrapped around his length.

The instant I hear his voice, I open my eyes and look up. Hunters pupils are dilated, his teeth rake into his bottom lip. His hand pumps up and down his shaft, my tongue darts out, licking the nearing flesh lightly. I abandon his sack and cover his moving hand with my own. My hands look so tiny over his big ones.

Speaking of Big...

His cock is everything he said.

I don’t have a ruler handy, but it’s defiantly the eleven inches he promised. I think my insides knot in anticipation for the feel. Hunter’s words echo in my head about the touching. I wonder why he can touch himself but I can’t touch myself. The devil that’s sitting pretty whispers, “do it” in my ear and I have no choice but to listen.

I plant my ass firmly on the floor, spreading my legs enough for Hunter to see my intention. He does and shakes his head, mouthing “no.” I close my eyes and let my hands drift down my body; my fingertips glide easily over my wet skin.

“I’m warning you, Kat.” Hunter’s voice is hoarse.

“Mmmm.” I moan as they reach the right spot.

“Stop.”

“No,” it’s a breathless answer.

My fingers spread the tissues before disappearing into my sex.

“Last warning.”

I can hear Hunter’s fist working his shaft faster, and harder.

“Fuck me.”

“Not yet.” His response is quiet but audible.

I moan as my thumb rubs over my clit, stroking with the right amount of pressure. My lost orgasm shows its face the more I rub and fuck myself. Turning up the heat, I place my free hand on the tiled wall behind me, and arch my back. Hunter wants to punish me, it will be for good reason...Hitting the spot over and over again brings those magical feeling to the surface.

“Open.”

I open my mouth as Hunter starts moaning. A hot rush of come pours into my mouth just as my explosion takes place. I moan around his cock while milking him and myself. In my blank mind, I see stars, and fireworks. Hunter has this sweet tasting nectar that makes me crave more.

I continue to suck until there is nothing left to taste. I open my eyes when Hunter pulls out of my mouth. The water is running into the cool side and I shiver involuntary. Hunter leans down, bringing his lips to my ear.

“Greed is an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs.”

My skin prickles and covers in goose bumps.

“You need to remember that for later, because when I ask you what it means, your next orgasm will count on you knowing the answer.”

I watch as he picks up his clothes and exits the shower leaving me reeling with excitement and confusion. I stand myself up, and finish washing, thinking about what the fuck just happened. I had this feeling I was in for more than I could even imagine.

L
oud, manly laughter comes from Hunter’s office as I approach. Several different tones of voices fill the air and hallways. I think about knocking, but that’s only a thought. Why should I knock when I don’t have a door at all anymore? When the doors flies back and hit the wall, I bite my lip to stop my impending laughter. I walk in to several sets of eyes on me, but the one that’s burning holes through me, belong to the....

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Hunter barks.

“Haven’t you ever heard of giving a girl some privacy?” I snap back.

“Still
pissed
about the door I see.”

“Pissed doesn’t even cut it, Hunter.”

“Well I suggest you get the fuck over it and deal with it.” Hunter stands, and so does everyone else. “I want to introduce you to my brother Arrow, and James.” Hunter points to each guy as he does introductions.

I shake both their hands and introduce myself as the damsel in distress. When Hunter walks behind me and slaps my ass, I take it as a warning. A fun warning. Arrow offers to make breakfast, and I can’t refuse. I am famished and I need a caffeine fix to get me through the day. We walk into the industrial size kitchen and I am in heaven. Well, I would be if Hunter were removed from the scenario.

The kitchen is fully stainless steel, has benches galore and more than enough cupboard space. The benches wrap around three walls, while the last wall hosts the fridge and freezer. There’s an island bench in the middle, and racks of pots hanging from the ceiling.

In my mind, I am picturing myself standing their cooking cakes. I love to bake. Cooking cakes is my weakness; I love sweet, sugary, blissful things.

“Kat.”

I shake my head and turn to Arrow. He’s as handsome as his brother, but their eyes are different. Where Hunters are green, Arrows are Hazel. He is smaller in frame but muscular. They share the same domineering voice however; the voice that makes those tiny hairs stand on end, and goose bumps cover your skin.

“Hunter tells me you know Jessie Sailor.” Arrow says, as he cracks eggs into the bowl.

“I do. Sailor looks after me.” I look away as I speak.

“You’re his prize, why the fuck are you here then?” James turns on the stool to face me; he puts his hand on my knee, and starts to slide it up. “Are you here for some fun, because babe, I’m all for fun.”

“Well, James. As it turns out, I am here for fun.” I lean in a little closer and cover his roaming hand with mine.

“James,” I look up unsure as to whose voice I heard initially. But when I see Arrow’s face, I know it was him.

“Chill, Arrow. It’s just fun.”

In three wide steps, Arrow is standing in front of James.

“She belongs to Hunter, you know the rules. Touch her, and it will be the end.” I giggle when Arrow says I belong to Hunter.

Both eyes land on me when I snort helplessly. I cover my mouth and continue to laugh ignoring the rolling of eyes then Hunter arrives. James yanks his hand away from my thigh as Hunter approaches. That man doesn’t miss the movement and looks to me, James, and then his brother who chooses to look away.

“James, I need you to get a start on the restocking. We will have a full house tonight.” Hunter comes and takes the stool beside me.

“But, I haven’t...”

“Now,” He says, cutting him off.

James winks at me before getting up and walking away. Arrow continues to cook not saying a word, but he risks little glances every now and then between Hunter and me.

“Don’t piss me off.” Hunter says, leaning over brushing his lips against my cheek.

“Take your own advice.” I snap back, before shuffling my chair further along.

Childish move, but there is something about him treating me like child, that I don’t like. Several other people come in dressed in Master’s and Mistresses shirts and black pants. I take it they are staff of some sort. No other introductions take place, so I gather they aren’t part of the furniture and aren’t that important. Hunter leaves momentarily to talk to the handful of people who entered, and I steal his newspaper. The highlights today are; two murdered in drug raid, young woman saves life of stabbing victim, dog saves owner from burning to death.

What is the world coming too? Safe isn’t an option anymore, and while I’m not the angel I claim to be, I’m not as heartless at people picture me to be. I read the stories over and over before I put the paper down in time for breakfast. As Arrow puts the plate in front of me, Hunter returns on the phone. He picks up a piece of toast off my plate and starts eating it. I smack his hand away, as he smiles and continues talking. When Arrow sits down, we start eating in practical silence between us until Hunter finishes his phone call.

“Are you bringing Reyner Friday?” Hunter asks Arrow.

Arrow drops his fork and looks up. He seems a little disappointed before he speaks.

“She has to work.”

“You don’t seem convinced.” Hunter speaks, whilst taking another piece of toast off my plate.

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you, Hunter.”

“What conversation?” Hunter says laughing lightly.

“The conversation where you claim to know all about women and love and shit.” Arrow makes to stand and Hunter quickly tells him to sit.

“I’m not claiming to know anything, but you know I am always here.”

“Aww, isn’t it just adorable you two showing brotherly love towards each other.” I say standing. “Arrow, don’t take any advice from your brother, he knows nothing. Ask me, I know where the spot is. I had to find it myself this morning, can you believe that?”

Arrow looks to me then back to Hunter. As I start to leave, I hear laughter followed by the sound of a fist connecting with a body part. I put my plate in the sink and head for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To find my door.” I yell, walking out.

Arrows laughter fills my ears as I leave.

I walk around the staircase and a sign saying ‘staff and Management only’ grabs my attention. That’s when I noticed the door under the staircase. I was hoping I would be in luck with the search for this impending Punishment room. I open the door, noting how fucking dark it is down there. The cool stone stairs come into light when I run my hand along the wall and found the light switch. Cautiously walking inside, I shut the door behind me and took the steps one at a time.

I counted each step in my head; fifteen in total. The dimly lit hallway had several doors off to each side. I opened the first door; inside was a scene obviously set up. Several chairs circled a stage hosting a cross. The next room was similar in appearance just bigger in size with more chairs and larger stage with several benches, crosses and other equipment. It was a Mistress or Masters’ paradise. What was behind the third door was heart stopping. Heavy-duty chains were bolted to three walls. A cupboard to the side sparked my attention. Walking over to it, I open the doors. Various sex toys, floggers, crops, whips, and instruments filled the space.

I ran my fingers along the floggers, wishing to be with Sailor. I needed my freedom to do as I pleased, and whom I pleased. It had been just over forty-eight hours and I was ready to leave. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet. I was determined to serve my time, and break the Master. That was one goal I wouldn’t walk away from while here.

Sighing, I shut the cupboard and walked out of the room. Across the hall, I open the forth door. It took me a moment to adjust to the bright lights that flashed in my eyes. The room was empty apart from a lone chair in the middle of the room. The lights in the room were bright, but dimmed after several minutes. This room puzzled me to no end. A chair? Nothing else. An unfinished room maybe?

I turn around and walk out leaving the boring room in peace. Behind the next door was obviously a storeroom, piled high with tables, chairs, benches, and cupboards. I shut the door and walked back towards the stairs. Five rooms in total and I couldn’t wait to visit the first three when the palace was full. I heard footsteps behind me; I stop at the bottom of the stone stairs. Chills rack my body.

“You can’t be down here, Hunter will skin you.”

I smile at the sound of the voice.

“He’s not an issue.” I turn around and smile.

“Thirty days in the hands of Hunter. What the fuck did you do?”

“My job.”

“Fair call. Hey, about before, I...”

“Stop,” I put my hands up to silence James. “I can do whatever the fuck I like.”

James smiles before putting the box in his hands down. He walks towards me but veers to the right of the stairs when he gets close. A door I didn’t see before comes into view and I follow him. James pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the door. When he steps aside, I step forward into the black room. Pausing I turned to look at James.

“I think this is what you have been looking for.” He says, turning and walking away. “Close the door behind you. You don’t want to be caught down here.” He yells over his shoulder, his voice echoes throughout the empty hall.

For a moment I am confused, and then I smile. The thoughts of finding my bedroom door are gone as I step into the room. I close the heavy metal door quickly behind me once inside. It’s so dark; my eyes take time to adjust. I feel around the walls for the lights, but I can’t feel anything but cool stone. Everything down here is stone and metal. Why they have these rooms under a church is beyond me, but the more I think about it, the scarier the world of churches becomes.

As I continue to feel my way along the wall, I kick a something hard. It scrapes along the floors.

“Fuck.” I curse, my voice echoes in the vacant room.

My fingers trace over something on the wall and I press down sending the darkness into daylight. My mouth falls open, and my mind runs wild instantly. A bed exactly the same as Hunter’s takes up the floor; every wall is covered with everything a Mistress, or Master could ever want. Rows and rows of ropes, chains, whips, floggers, paddles, canes, crops, cuffs, spreader bars, sex toys...everything.

I clamp my hands together and rub them. I plan in my mind, how to attack James and steal his keys without him knowing. This is the kind of room I could sleep in without missing home too much. I walk toward the door and slide the bolt, locking myself in, and anyone looking for me out. Starting at the far wall, I walk over and take down the pink handled crop. Flicking it against my palm I admire the fast, sharp tingle that spreads.