by Holly Carter
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.
Great...
“Want a hand?” Sailor asked, coming in and shutting the door.
I tensed under Hunter’s hands. I didn’t want Sailor to see me like this. But I wasn’t going to let this situation bring satisfaction to ... either...
“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said turning my head back to Hunter. “Do you need help finding the spot? Because I’m all for giving directions, but maybe we should ask someone who has found it already.”
He nuzzles my neck a few times, roughly laughing. Then bites my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, I know what I’m looking for. And when I find it, you will know it, because it’s going to hurt like hell,” Hunter says, speaking against my skin. I also earn myself a firm slap on the ass and a hard pull of my hair.
Hunter and Sailor laugh in unison as I stand there lost for words...
“I need to talk to you in private for a minute, if you can keep your dick in your pants.” Sailor says through laughter, taking a seat at desk.
I fixed myself up as Hunter left me. Did I want him to keep his dick in his pants? I wasn’t sure anymore. I was definitely up for a challenge and this man was going to challenge me more than anyone I knew. Sailor challenges me, but only to the limit he thinks I can take. I need something more. So maybe, after all, this was a fucking good idea.
“Give us a few minutes sweetheart,” Hunter says, taking a seat with Sailor. “I will call for you soon and we can pick this moment up again.”
I pass Hunter over to Sailor, leaning down I kiss his cheek. I let my lips trail up his cheekbone towards his ear.
“You, my friend, are going to fucking pay for this.” I whisper with a bite.
I don’t stay long enough to hear his response. I walk out leaving Sailor and Hunter to their little chat and go in search of this new room I’m calling Kat’s Heaven.
Chapter Three
Leaving the boys to have their chat, I wander the halls and rooms for something that resembles fun. And I am not seeing anything fun about, room after room of beds and nothing else. I think I have opened maybe twenty doors along the top floor hall and been disappointed every freaking time. I walked back down the hall towards my room, but stopped when I came to the door next to mine. I had this instinctive feeling that it was Hunter’s room, and curiosity got the better of me.
I turned the handle and push the door. Inside was a room twice the size of mine, but set out the same. His bed was like nothing I have ever seen before; it looked like just a rounded mattress on a wooden b
ase. But it was fucking sexy. The thought to trade rooms crossed my mind, but then I remembered my iron framed bed, and massive bathroom.
There are several doors to the left of the room, and I walk towards them. I open the first door and find out that his bathroom is exactly the same as mine. The room smells of him, fresh, spicy, and manly. Walking over to the sink, I pick up the soap and smell it. I mentally remind myself to steal the soap when I leave in thirty days.
I put it back, and pick up a glass bottle containing green liquid. I smell it and note the smell of Joop. No wonder this man smells good, he wears fucking Joop. Sailor isn’t the cleanest man I know, but Hunter is immaculate, everything has a place in this room and it’s fucking firmly there.
I walk out of the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind me. The next door I open turns out to be a walk in robe. This man has more clothes then a clothes warehouse. And fuck me; everything is in order by color. I laugh lightly to myself and I go through the racks of clothes. He’s a suit and pant man, but also has a long row of jeans and button up shirts. I’m a little jealous to find that he also has more shoes then I do, and briefly wonder if he is in fact gay.
One, he has the looks. Two, he has more shoes and clothes then I do. Three, he’s a fucking clean freak. Or, he could have a nice little tramp that does it for him. Lazy fucker. I find nothing of else to amuse myself with, so I exit the walk in closet. The massive bed continues to grab my attention, and without thinking, I walk over and jump on the bed; my body bounces a few times then sinks into its softness.
“Oh my fucking god,” I say aloud. “I want this fucking bed.”
“Can’t help yourself, can you?”
I sit up instantly. Hunter walks into the room, looking unimpressed with my actions. I messed his bed, and he’s not happy.
“Find anything interesting?” he asks, taking his watch off and putting it on the table.
“Nope. Only that I think your gay, or your girlfriend has a cleaning fetish.” I stand up and straighten my clothes.
“Don’t insult me, Kat.” Hunter bites, walking towards me. “We have a few things to go over, and firstly, you stay the fuck out of here. This is my space, not yours.”
“But I’m scared of the dark, and what If I get lonely during the night and need to come? Will you want me to do it myself or will you demand that I only allow you to make me come?” I reach out and grab his shirt, as I speak seductively to him.
Hunter smirks and removes my hands from his clothes.
“Everything to do with pleasure belongs to me, and if I say you can’t come, baby, you can’t come.” He leans in close, I think he’s going to kiss me but he doesn’t. He pulls away and steps back. "You will work downstairs in the bar, unless I say otherwise. It will keep you busy when I am busy; my plan is to keep you out of trouble.”
I hold back a laugh. He isn’t fucking serious.
"Are you kidding me? I’m here for punishment, Hunter. That consists of you doing your worst then leaving me the fuck alone."
"Does it look like I'm kidding, Kat?" Hunter says sternly.
His words make me laugh out loud. I can’t control it. He’s a funny fucker when he isn’t a sour puss. I search his face and I can’t stop staring. His brow lifts and I know one thing for sure, he's fucking serious!
This is bullshit.
"I'm not a bar bitch, Hunter, and I'm not working for you. Give me my punishment and send me on my way." I look around the room as I speak, but my eyes fall back to Hunter’s.
He smiles and shakes his head. This man makes me nervous for some reason. More nervous than anyone has ever made me, Ever. I step forward and open my mouth to speak my mind. But something happens and in seconds I'm on my back on the bed, hands above my head, Hunter nestled between my legs.
"You are very fucking testing, Kat. I have a lot of patience, but you’re pissing me off." Hunter leans in close, his breath warm on my face.
I try to struggle out of his hold, but he's too strong. He must work out, because I can see his biceps bulging. He’s fucking toned. I want to see him shirtless, sweating, moaning...
"Stop struggling,” he bites
"Let me go, you jackass."
"I like it when you beg, makes me hard." He presses himself into me, touching my sensitive spot and I gasp. “Oh, you like it too. It's going to be so much fun making you mine for the next thirty days. I can almost taste my success now." I close my eyes and turn my head away from his.
Instantly I feel his breath of my neck, followed by his tongue. He licks and nips at my skin.
"You have no idea what I like and what I don’t," I whisper.
“I’m sure I can figure it out.”
His hard body is pressed against mine. I try to move my hands again under his grip, but he only tightens his hand on my wrists.
"Struggle, Kat, I like it." Hunter nips my neck and I actually moan when his teeth bite into my skin.
The feel of Hunter rubbing himself against me while I’m restrained does something to me. It’s so quick and new; I’m a little thrown to begin with. But then it all falls into place; it’s the challenge, the game. He wants me to kiss his feet, and submit to his every desire. While I will play the game, it will be my rules we play by, not his. The question is, how long will it take for him to find this out?
“We are going to have a drink tonight, get to know each other a little better, go over a few rules,” Hunter whispers in my ear.
“If you want to get into my panties, all you need to do is ask, Hunter.”
A rough laugh erupts from him that vibrates against my skin.
“Oh, Kat. You act so tough now, but how tough will you be when you’re restrained and gagged?”
I turn my head to look at him; his green eyes burn bright, those dark pupils dilated with something fierce. He is so god damn handsome that the thought of having him for thirty days to tease and play with makes me weak with anticipation.
“Are you going to fuck me, Hunter? Because if you’re not, get off me so B.O.B. can have a go.” I struggle some more as I speak.
Hunter growls and my insides clench. The thought of his mouth on my core when he growls like that comes to mind and I die a little. He lets my wrists go and removes his body from mine. He puts out his hand for me to take, and I hesitate before placing my hand in his. Hunter pulls me to my feet and steps back.
“I’m going out for the afternoon, a car will pick you up at six and we are going to a friend’s club for drinks. I expect you to behave and remember your manners.” he says, starting to unbutton his shirt.
Me, behave...
I’m always well-mannered and behaved. Well, that’s to my standards anyway. I continue to stand there and stare as each tiny button pops open. The tight skin underneath starts to show and it takes every bit of self-restraint for me not to lick him. His chest is tight and muscular. Fuck the six-pack, it’s a ten pack with extras and I like it.
“Do you like what you see?” Hunter’s voice breaks through the dream.
I look to his eyes and smile.
“No, I’m repulsed. You should try working out sometime.” I turn on my heel and head for the door.
The sound of laughter follows me out the door and down the hall to my room. I have a few hours to kill before I need to get ready to leave; the bed was calling my name but so was the shower and that fucking Punishment room Hunter spoke of. I was a woman; I could do anything at any time. The question was what was more important? The shower, sleep, or finding temptation?
I looked to the bed and agreed that sleep was first priority. Curse those nightmares for keeping me awake at night. The pit of my stomach hurts at the thought of having to sleep alone without Sailor holding me close. This was my downfall. Having to be dependent on Sailor to comfort me when I had these flashbacks, when I felt the pain of being cut, or when I saw their faces.
Shivering, I pushed those thoughts away and stripped off my clothes before climbing into bed. Sleep needed to take me again, and it nee
ded to take me peacefully and pleasantly. Sleeping during the day was more successful than sleeping at night; bad things happened in the dark.
The sheets were cool on my bare skin. I cover my body completely with the sheet and close my eyes. Images of beaches and sunsets come into my head and I know I’m relaxed. Sleep takes me to the ocean where I run free, with no cares, no worries and nothing matters but the fear of drowning alone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Miss, wake up.”
I roll over and snuggle deeper into the sand.
“Miss, please wake up, you’re late.”
I’m late? I’m lying on the beach; how could I possibly be late? Images flash through my mind. Hunters pretty face pops into my head. Warm hands shake my shoulders and mumbled voices fill my ears. I mumble a few curses before opening my eyes.
A pretty little face fills my view. Blonde hair, blue eyes, light growth and a mighty fine face attached to a body wearing a black suit looks back at me.
“Hi, my names Martin. I’m here to pick you up for dinner,” he says stepping away from the bed.
“What’s the time?”
“It’s six, miss.”
“Stop with the fucking miss business. Call me, Kat.” I stretch my body before climbing out of bed.
“Oh sweet Jesus.” Martin turns round and puts his hands over his eyes.
I look down at my naked body then back to him. It’s like this idiot hasn’t see a naked woman before, either that or my body is worse than I think it is. Maybe I should work out more, and I might inherit a ten pack. I stroke my flat stomach instinctively.
“Is there something wrong with the way I look?”
“Umm, no. No ma’am. It’s just that, you’re, ah... you’re naked.” He stutters.
“And your point is?” I say walking past him and into the bathroom.
He doesn’t answer; well, he may have but I don’t hear him. I turn the shower on and jump under the flowing water. I take my time washing, even though I know I am late, which in turn is making Martin late. I noticed the collar wrapped tightly around his neck, so I know he belongs to someone. A collar is not something I would never have, nor would I ever want one. I belong to no one.