Punished Into Submission

by Holly Carter

  I think about having an orgasm before I exit, but the poor slave outside might blush a little too much over dinner and I wouldn’t want that. It’s always been my intention for people to remember me, but without delivering some sort of inflicted torture isn’t the way I want them to remember me.

  Once I’m clean and the only smell that flows through the bathroom is cherries, I get out of the shower. Looking around, I notice the absence of my towel.

  “Umm, can you throw me the towel that’s on the bed out there?” I yell out the open door.

  I hear the footsteps then see arm extend around the doorway before the towel is coming towards me. I catch it with one hand, while laughing to myself.

  “Thanks.”

  “Please hurry. Your Master doesn’t want you to be late.”

  That makes my laughter explode and I choke before I end up in fits of laughter.

  “Hunter isn’t my Master.” I correct wrapping the towel around my body and walking out of the bathroom.

  I look at Martin and see the confusion splayed across his face. Obviously he hasn’t been told the story behind the mystery. I open my mouth to tell him, but his cell rings loudly. He pulls it out of his pocket, bites his lip than answers it while walking away. I hear the brief greeting to Hunter then nothing.

  He said we were going to his friend’s club. There are different kinds of clubs and I have no idea which one I need to dress for. I choose to wear what I want anyway. Skin-tight leather shorts and a tight t-shirt is the covering of choice. I pull on my knee-highs and put my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. I pick up my makeup bag and walk back into the bathroom, opting to put on minimal make up for the night. A little black eye liner, red lip gloss and mascara and I am ready for the night.

  Walking out the door, I head down the stairs in search of my driver. Martin stands outside pacing back and forth but lifts his head when I approach. His eyes widen as he rakes my body and when his eyes meet mine, I see him swallow hard.

  “You can’t wear that.” He spits, rubbing his palms down his black suit pants.

  “And why not?”

  “Because your master will not like it.”

  I snort with laughter.

  “I don’t have a master, Martin. I am merely serving a sentence; plus that doesn’t give him the choice to dictate what I wear.” I take the four stones steps slowly. When I come face-to-face with him, I smile sweetly. “I could have walked out naked, so be grateful I bared you a thought.”

  Martin swallows hard and nods.

  “Now, are you opening the door for me, slave, or does one do it themselves?” I step around him and walk towards the car. The sleek silver ride screams fun and handcuffs. The fun is while you drive it fast, and the handcuffs are what happens when you’re caught. Both send a little tingle of pleasure through me.

  Martin reaches around me, but is careful not to touch me in any way. He opens the door and I climb into the plush leather. The door closes with a thud, and I watch as Martin walks around the sleek ride before he opens the door and deposits himself into the driver’s seat. Beads of sweat settle on his brow; he’s nervous as fuck.

  The engine comes to life and instantly the car jerks forwards as we accelerate into the darkness. The trip to our destination is quiet. The nightlife outside the car is humming but the inside is dead silence; cutting the air with a thick knife. My fingers touch the wood grain interior of the car just to feel the smoothness that calls me. I have to touch everything, and I can’t help it. It’s like this electric pull that beckons.

  I turn the dials on the stereo looking for some sort of sound. ‘Nickelback’ plays through the speakers and makes me want to let loose and dance. I turn it up instantly, relishing the intoxicating voice of the male who sings.

  “We’re here.”

  Martin pulls to a stop and valet comes and opens the doors. The guy in the red suits sucks in a breath when I get out of the car. He too, rakes my body, and mutters the word, fuck. I pat his cheek and step around him following Martin into the building. The words Blue Diamond stand out on the doors. This fancy ass place is the high society place were all the high priority people come to dine and discuss business proposals.

  I look down at my attire and back at the doorman, and it seems I am a little under dressed for the evening. I look around and see the bar across the street with a flashing neon sign. The word STRIPPER flashes over and over again and I know where I would rather be tonight, and it’s not here.

  “They are waiting inside for us, we have to go in.”

  I turn back towards Martin and smile innocently. Nodding, I step behind him and follow him through the doors. The doorman is a little hesitant to open it at first, but when Martin speaks in his ear, he nods and opens it. Straight away I notice all eyes on me. My shoes click loudly on the tiled floor as I walk past several tables and booths. The fancy restaurant has crystal chandlers hanging from the ceiling and everyone wears fancy clothing; something I’m not familiar with.

  I look around as we walk; several men put their heads down or hide behind napkins. It’s amazing how many of these high profile lawyers, police officers, and senators come to visit the Mistress me when I was with Sailor. Turning my eyes to the front, I see Hunter stand, and his smile fades as I get closer. I sense a lecture coming on, and I’d be fucked if I was sticking around long enough for it happen.

  I walk around the table to Hunter and smile sweetly.

  “Hey baby.” I say, before planting a wet kiss on cheek.

  When I pull back his face is passive. He’s angry. I don’t want to piss him off anymore, so I wink and turn my attention back to the table. Several women and men chat amongst themselves in pairs mostly. Martin has sat next to a pretty blonde with half her cleavage on her dinner plate. I remembered Hunters instructions about manners and behaviour so it was now time for the introductions.

  “Hi, I’m Kat. Nice to meet you all.” I say loudly. Everyone stops talking and within seconds everyone’s eyes are on me. “I hope you all have a lovely dinner, and keep Hunter out of trouble for me. If anyone would like to join me for a drink, I will be at the bar across the street.”

  With that I turn and walk out.

  Hunter calls my name several times, but I keep walking and only send a short wave over my shoulder. Once I’m out the door and into the open, I feel like I can breathe again. The whole atmosphere in that place was evil. I never pictured Hunter for a pretty boy, but every man has a mask right?

  I walk across the street to the strip club; this is definitely more my style. My clothing even matches the event in some ways. As soon as I walk in the door, I feel my heart beat again; everything seems right in the world. I walk to the bar, and wait for the topless waitress to serve me. Her perky, fake breasts sit firm as she walks. But the tiny skirt she has on, I want. Its blood red and is covered in sequins that shine when the light hits it. It’s beautiful and sexy, and something I would defiantly wear.

  “Hi there babe, can I get ya a drink?” her sweet voice melts me just a little too much.

  “How about a shot and you join me?” I ask, leaning across the bar.

  “Hmm, for you babe, anything.”

  Anything...

  I cock my finger so she leans in closer; when she does I run my finger down her neck, then up to her ear. Her skin shivers under my touch instantly.

  “Anything is a dangerous game, beautiful,” I whisper into her ear, before pulling away.

  I note the sexy smile on her face when she looks back at me. Her smile fades just as quickly as it came and confusion hits me. Two hands grab my hips roughly, keeping me still as the warm breath tickles my bare neck.

  “Your fucking manners must have been left under that pillow of yours.”

  “Is that where they are? Sorry, Hunter I was in such a hurry.” The sarcasm seeps into my voice as I speak.

  “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Kat.”

  “Assholism doesn’t suit you either, Hunter.”

  His fingers
dig harder into my hips and I jump slightly. The waitress stares between the two of us, and I feel a little sorry that Hunter ruined our promised drink.

  “I’ll have a Screaming orgasm and a slippery nipple when you’re free, sweetheart.” I say to her loud enough for the whole place to hear.

  She nods and retreats to the other end of the bar while I still stand here, being captive to Hunter’s intentions.

  “If you want a screaming orgasm, all you have to do is ask.” Hunter leans down and kisses my neck; my head goes to the side and I laugh inside at how responsive I seem to be when it comes to him.

  “I would have had one in about ten minutes if you didn’t interrupt me.” I say just as he bites softly into my skin.

  The waitress comes back and I throw her some money before picking up the shot glasses. I manage to escape Hunter’s hold when he steps back and I turn to face him. I hold up one glass at a time, somewhat offering him a taste; of course he declines. The first is the slippery nipple. I rest the glass on my bottom lip, before tipping the contents into my slightly open mouth. It’s silky and smooth all the way to the pit of my stomach.

  The second shot comes just as quickly and much the same, except this time, my eyes never leave Hunter’s. His green pools swim with stories and promises that are left unspoken. He narrows his eyes when I put the shot glass down hard onto the bench, and turn to order two more of the same.

  “Are you going to join me for that drink, Hunter? You want to get to know each other a little better?” Stepping forward I grab his jacket and pull, making him take that step closer.

  “I know what you’re doing, Kat, and it’s not working. Have your drink, and let’s go. We have some rules to talk about.” Once again, Hunter pries my hands off his clothes and takes a seat.

  The waitress returns with my two shots, and I waste no time in savouring them. One after the other they are slide down my throat, and into my empty stomach.

  “I’m done. Let’s go.”

  Hunter stands, and places his hand on the small of my back as we walk out of the club. I walk a little faster, hoping he will let me go and walk to my own devices but he keeps up. I see the sleek silver ride on the corner and head for the passenger side of the car. But Hunter’s hand steers me to the doors of The Blue Diamond. We walk into the restaurant and head to the table where the other guests are waiting.

  “Why the fuck are we back here?” I whisper to Hunter semi inconspicuously as we reach the table and everyone stands.

  Almost everyone puts out a hand for me to shake and greets me with ‘hello and hi’s.’ Hunter pulls out the empty chair and indicates for me to sit; I curse rather loudly before I actually sit. He pushes my chair in before he leans down and whispers in my ear.

  “We are having dinner, and then we are going home where I will teach you some god damn manners, Kat. So fucking smile and be polite while you can still sit on that ass of yours.”

  With that Hunter takes the seat next to me with a smile to the company. The delicious promise of punishment plays in my mind, and while I wish I was the one giving it, there was just something about the way he spoke that hit the right spots on the outside. Here was hoping he could find them internally...

  Chapter Four

  I sit through dinner and listen to various conversations about new developments throughout the city. I have no idea why Hunter is even here listening to this shit; because all he has done is nod and laugh where required. I tried to make civil conversation with Martin, but I think he is feeling a little weird about seeing me naked earlier and he hasn’t looked at me.

  I ordered the most expensive bottle of wine on the list, which held a name I couldn’t pronounce. It was sweet, dry and nasty as shit, but it was alcohol and I needed it to sit through this dinner. When I got up to use to amenities, Belle, the pet of John, had to come with me to make sure I didn’t drown while I was there. The first day and I already felt like a prisoner. I didn’t like it one bit.

  I pick up the bottle and empty the last dribbles into my wine glass before downing the white liquid in a few mouthfuls. It was time to go, but whether Hunter wanted to come with me or not was another thing. I couldn’t sit through any more conversations about pipelines and gardens hoses.

  “Hunter, I would like to go.” I said leaning into his side.

  “Are you tired?”

  “No, I’m bored fucking shitless. Watching paint dry is more exciting than this.” I snarl.

  “I can arrange for that to happen, I have a few rooms being painted next week.”

  “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Hunter.”

  “Nor does it suit you, Kat.”

  John cleared his throat and both my and Hunter’s attention turned back towards John. I’d obviously disrupted a very important conversation because as soon as Hunter was looking towards him, he started talking once again. While Hunter’s attention was diverted, I excused myself like a fucking princess and went outside for some fresh air. The bar across the road was calling my name, and whispering sweet promises to me. The pull was magnetic, but I put on my good girl shoes and look the other way.

  Several people walked by and eyed me suspiciously and I wanted to not so politely inform them that I was not the hooker they painted me to be with their eyes. But I didn’t have the fight in me tonight. All I wanted was my warm bed, at Sailor’s house. I knew roughly were I was, and with a little direction further down the road, I could find my destination.

  I looked back inside the restaurant and admired the pretty face of Hunter. He had the grin of the devil and the eyes of the sea with a little spice in-between. My empty chair probably hadn’t gone unnoticed, but he still hadn’t followed. I looked to the doorman who was standing with his hands firmly cupped in front of him.

  “Excuse me,” I walked closer, to get his attention. When his eyes met mine, I put on a yawn and stretched a little. “When that man that I came in with comes out, can you tell him that I have gone home?”

  “Ah, I guess.”

  “Thank you.”

  I took another quick look inside and noted everyone was still in the same spot I’d left them in. I turned around without a second glance and started walking down the street. With sore feet and tired legs, I finally found the house and opened the door. Everything was so quiet one would have thought no one was home. But I knew when I left, there were plenty of people walking around doing their own thing.

  I tip-toed inside as quietly as I could, and found my room. Without turning on any lights, I closed the door behind me, and felt my way to the lush bed that awaited me. Stripping off, I climb into bed and rest deeply into the softness. It wasn’t as soft as Hunter’s bed, but it was soft enough to relax my wild mind.

  My thoughts ran riot with imagines of Hunter naked, hard, wanting, waiting...

  ~*~*~*~*~*~

  I jerk awake suddenly. Warm hands grab my body and pick me up carrying me into the cold of the hall. I groan in refusal but can’t find the words to form a cognitive sentence. I hear several voices speak, and then quiet. Choosing not to open my eyes in fear I’m being kidnapped, I kick my legs trying to break free. The feel of something warm drapes over my shoulders and body.

  “I’ll drop you next time you do that,” the rough and edgy voice replies.

  I hear the sound of padding feet moving rather quickly, and then it comes together. I am being kidnapped. Or katnapped, whatever...

  Opening my eyes, I see the firm jaw covered in light hair. I reach up without thinking and touch the stubble. It prickles into my fingertips. Hunter looks down at me and smiles almost sweetly.

  “I’ve been looking for you for hours. I should have known this is where you would run to”

  “Firstly, Hunter, I wanted my bed. Second, you didn’t have to come find me. I would have sent someone to collect my stuff when I was in need of that red vibrator.” I let my hand fall from his face as I speak.

  We walk into the cool air outside; my uncovered feet burn a little from the chill.

 
; “My boots are back there; they are my favourite ones too,” I whine.

  “Fuck your boots. You’re coming home with me.”

  “Well, duh, they are my fuck me boots. Can’t fuck without them.”

  Hunter lets out a rough breath before placing me in the passenger seat of the silver ride. My body dips into the seat, and I pull the blanket around me tightly as I can. As Hunter closes the door, I see Sailor standing at the top of the stairs with his hands firmly in his pockets. Hunter walks over to Sailor and they exchange words; both taking turns to speak, then nod at each other.

  The seriousness on their faces is passive.

  I tap my fist on the window. When they both look, I push my face against the window in a very un-lady like manner. Sailor pisses himself laughing instantly, and Hunter shakes in head, but a grin lifts the corners of his mouth. He turns briefly to Sailor before venturing down the stairs and to the driver’s side of the car.

  When Hunter gets in and closes the door, he looks to me in short before facing forward. The car starts loudly, and in no time we are on our way back to prison, I mean the palace. I stare out into the darkness that is lightened by the car. It wasn’t the way I came to get here, but I briefly remember passing some of the signs this morning on the way to Hunters house of horrors.

  I laugh out loud at my own joke...

  “Something funny?” his husk voice asks.

  “Yeah, it’s fucking hilarious. But, you’re too uptight to get it.”

  Hunter growls and the tingles start from my scalp and work their way down to my toes. I shiver all over at the sound, then curse myself for doing it.

  “You cold?”

  I look at that pretty fucking face and smile.

  “Nope, just thinking about that sweet noise you made.”

  “You like growling?” he asks, looking to me with a mischievous grin.

  “I like a lot of things, Hunter. Is this our let’s get to know each other talk?” I ask turning slightly to face him while he drives.