by Holly Carter
“Are you ready to play?” I ask, stepping forward and watch as Martin steps back.
“Kat, I don’t want you to get into trouble and I don’t want to displease my Mistress.” He holds up his hands when we come face to face.
I think long and hard about his feelings...
“You could have walked away at any time, even though I had you.” I bring the crop up to his face and run it down his cheek. I watch him swallow hard. “You want to be here, don’t you?”
When I speak, my voice is barely a whisper. It’s seductive and I even turn myself on with its tone. Martin nods his head and closes his eyes briefly before opening them again. He is very handsome and I’m sure he’ll enjoy this just as much as I will. I bring the crop down from his face and pick up his hand, leading him over to the bed in the centre of the room.
“Chains or cuffs?” I ask, pushing him down on the bed.
“Chains.” It’s a whisper but it’s there, and I hear it loud and clear.
I let him go and walk over to the wall again, gathering thick chains, a gag ball and a set of cuffs for good measure. My mind goes into mistress mode and everything else ceases to exist. I walk back over to the bed and without instruction Martin puts his hands out in front of him. I put everything on the bed but the cuffs.
“Stand.” I instruct, and I now mean fucking business.
Martin hesitates but complies with my instruction. When he is standing in front of me, I instruct him to remove his shirt. He does this quickly, and places his shirt on the ground beside him. He puts his hands back out in front and without second thought, I cuff them together. I test the tightness by putting a finger between the cold metal and his wrist. His pulse is rhythmic and calm. It surprises me a little.
“No backing out now, huh?” Martin says, his body starting to relax.
“Nope.” I say, dropping his now cuffed hands.
I grip his shoulders and turn him so he is facing the bed then push him so he falls onto it face down. He falls onto the bed and I hear him gasp when the wind is knocked out of him. I get on the bed and straddle his back, my boots digging in either side of his back. Leaning forward, I find his ear.
“This will be quick and painful, but you and I will both be satisfied in the end.”
I hear him swallow, before he nods his response.
I pick up the chain, and hold each end in my hands contemplating my next move. This was never something I did. My conscious was thinking what a bad idea this could be and the other part was screaming for me to just do it and fuck everyone else. I drop the chain and pick up the crop. I hit it hard against my boots, once on each side then lift the crop to get maximum power and bite.
“You hit him, Kat and I swear to god....”
I tip my head back and know instantly who is standing behind me.
“You know how to ruin a moment don’t you?” I growl, effectively making me bring the crop down from its high. It hits my boot with a crack.
“I’m saving your ass, now let him go.” Arrow comes to stand beside me.
I pout before looking at Martin who lays face down. His body tensed when he heard the extra voice in the room and he was lucky I didn’t drop the crop hard and fast against his skin here and there. I reach over his head and undo his cuffs. As soon as I’m done I climb off and hand the crop to Arrow who stands with his hand out waiting for them.
“You’re a fucking party pooper you know that right?” When It comes to handing the crop over, I make sure I hit the palm of his hand hard.
He grunts before he grips the leather end and basically rips it out of my hand.
“You better get the fuck out of here, Martin before Hunter or Bell finds you here.” Arrow says, picking up his shirt off the ground then throwing it to him. “Kat should know better.”
Martin is dressed and out the door before I can count to ten in my mind. The music from upstairs is pumping through the walls and I swear it got louder suddenly. Arrow turns towards me and shakes his head in disgust. For some fucked up reason, he has the ability to make me feel like shit and I don’t fucking like it. I take a step towards Arrow and place a hand on each shoulder, before leaning in and kissing each side of his face.
“I needed that more than anything, but you’re right. I should know better.” I pull back and look into his eyes. He has eyes just like Hunter but Arrows are softer, he can show love and compassion. Things I never see in Hunter’s eyes.
“Get out of here before I turn into my brother and kick your ass.” Arrow steps away and picks up the objects I pulled off the wall earlier.
“That’s pushing the friendship, Arrow.” I say, walking out the door, into the hall and back out the way I came. I contemplate getting changed, but choose to wait out the night in my skirt.
The crowds have died down, but the dance floor is still packed with bodies. I see Angel standing at the end of the bar talking with a group of people so I make my way towards her. As I approach I’m caught by surprise when Shiloh, my girl from the club, jumps into my arms. I catch her just in time. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. Her tongue pushes against mine in a heated and erotic moment. After a minute or five, we stop kissing and I drop her to her feet.
“I have fucking missed your sweet mouth, Kat.” Shiloh says, screaming over the music.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I scream back, fucking deliriously happy to see a friendly and very familiar face.
“Who the hell isn’t here? Where there’s a freaky party, Shiloh and my Mistress attend.” Shiloh points behind me and I turn to see the love of her life talking to several other people. I fucking hate her and Shiloh knows that, but I decide not to remind her again. Instead I grab her hand and drag her ass to the bar for a drink.
I point to the spare chair at the bar for Shiloh to sit before I go around the other side. Several people yell out orders but I ignore them. I look up to see the flustered girls running up and down serving patrons who continue to yell out. I grab two glasses; fill them with ice than walk over to the shelves. I move several bottles before I find the expensive scotch that Hunter hides from view. I fill the glasses then put the scotch back on the shelf, making sure to hide it from view.
I hand a glass to Shiloh and yell out cheers over the music. Angel taps me on the shoulder and indicates for me to help her serve the rows and rows of people lined up at the bar and at first I don’t move. But then I see Arrow walking through the crowd and figure I should look busy.
“Stay here, I will be back soon.” I lean over the bar and whisper into Shiloh’s ear.
She nods and wiggles her brows when Angel smacks me hard on the ass. I follow her down the bar and start serving. The old guy from yesterday afternoon is the first person I serve. He makes small talk as I pour his Gin. I make several runs down to the cellar to restock and each time I come back up, I refill Shiloh’s drink.
Within two hours, Shiloh is fucking plastered and screaming at me to dance with her. The customers have died down as it’s almost two in the morning and several hundred people have left for the night. I still hadn’t seen Hunter, and a part of me was grateful and the other part... for some reason wanted to go find him and kick him in the nuts. I signal to Angel that I am going to dance and she calls out “have fun.” I drag Shiloh’s drunken ass up off the chair and take her out onto the nearly bare dance floor. We do a little shake and shimmy while cracking up laughing. It’s a regular occurrence for us to dance like we live in the eighties. I swing my hips, swaying and dipping. The stripper from earlier catches my eye and I lean in close to Shiloh whispering my reason for leaving her suddenly. She giggles and yells for me to “go get em.” And I have every intention to.
The stripper does a routine in the cage, which is now at ground level while several men and women stand around watching. Some of the men hand her notes and she removes parts of her clothes. The first thing to come off is her tiny plastic skirt, leaving her in a tiny top and G-string. When I reach the girl, I don’t have to wa
it long for her to notice me. I step to the front of the group and watch how her body moves to the music.
She is stunningly beautiful with shoulder length blonde locks that are curled at the ends. Her face looks like a porcelain dolls, so fragile. She licks her plump red lips wetting them. Tiny beads of saliva line her lips making them look delicious and ready for the picking. Reaching out I grab the cage and grip the bars tightly. She steps forward and places her hands over mine. They are gentle and warm. When she bites her lip, the urge to do it for her beckons me.
She pushes her body flush against the cage so her breasts are touching our joined hands. I watch her as she grips her body into the bars. Then she dips all the way down to the ground then starts to come back up again. She has this seductive edge about her, and while I am comfortable with my body, I don’t think I could stand where she is right now. When she is standing again, I lean my body in so the only thing that is separating us is the bar on the cage. She lines her face up with mine and I lean in closer...
“I need to pee, where’s the fucking toilet?” of course Shiloh has to ruin the moment for me. Shiloh jumps up and down yelling out her bladder issues as I stare daggers at her. I turn back towards the stripper and she steps away, moving onto the young guy on the other side of the cage.
“I am going to fucking skin you when you’re finished.” I yell, grabbing her arm and dragging her through the bodies on the dance floor.
We pass the bar, and head down the small hall towards the newly renovated toilet. The men’s toilets are on one side and the women’s on the other. The red, black and silver theme remains throughout the palace even to the point of the toilets. The girl who I saw with Hunter exits the toilet as we are walking in and the collision makes her body hit the wall.
“Watch it.” I say, clearly forgetting my manners.
“You ran into me, bitch.” She straightens her body and protruding breasts before walking out behind me.
Shiloh runs into the toilet and starts moaning when she relieves her bladder.
“We really need to have lunch tomorrow, Kat. Same place as usual, say eleven?” Shiloh yells it loud enough for the guys in the male toilets to hear.
“Turn it down, I’m standing right he....”
Hands come up from behind and cup my mouth silencing me. I grab each hand with my own and try to pull them off but I’m unsuccessful. I know those hands and decide to stop the fight while I can.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Kat.” His tone is rough. “Your mouth belongs to me.”
As soon as he moves his hands from my mouth I turn around. Hunter looks drunk, dirty and sexy as sin, it takes me a little by surprise when he reaches out and traces my nipples through my shirt. He makes a satisfying grunt when they harden under his touch. His pupils dilate when my breath catches from the pinching pain.
He fucking wants me....
“Are you going to beg me?” I whisper, looking into his widening depths.
“No, Kat” Hunter shakes his head. “It’s you that will be begging.”
His voice is dangerously seductive. He drops his hand and looks behind me. Shiloh is still in the stall now singing loudly to the music that’s playing outside. We stand staring at each other, neither of us moving closer. I bite my lip, raking my teeth along the soft tissue. The urge to reach out and rip his clothes off is strong. I remember what his hard body feels like under my fingers, how much I want to lick every inch of him, starting with the hard bulge that is evident in his pants when I risk a glance. My pulse is erratic, my breathing changes, desire pools between my thighs.
“Like what you see?” Hunter asks, cocky fucker that he is.
“Not really, but you’ll do.”
I can’t hold back anymore. In an instant I have him pinned against the wall, my lips seeking his immediately. Hunter grabs me by my ass and pulls me tighter against his body. I can feel his erection through his pants; I can’t wait to wrap my lips around it. I run my hands through his hair, and pull gently. He isn’t the only one that gets off on inflicting pain.
The moment between us changing in a flash, Hunter grips my thighs and lifts me. I wrap my leg around his waist and he slams me hard against the wall, our lips never part. As his tongue coaxes mine, I moan in anticipation as to what’s coming. The music is pumping in the bar, god knows how many thousand people are still in the Palace tonight and here we are, about to have... whatever....in the bathroom.
Hunters hands roam my body, my thighs, my ass, up my back...... one of his hands comes round to cup my aching breast as the other winds around my hair. Roughly, he pulls until our mouths are no longer joined.
“I have been watching you all night. “Hunter growls, the tone rumbles through my body, making me whimper. “The way you were rubbing yourself against Angel earlier, made me want to spank the fuck out of you, then fuck you hard. But since we don’t have much time, I’m going to finger you for punishment, but... you are not allowed to come.”
“Screw you, Hunter.” I spat back, annoyed at this whole situation.
I hate that I want him.
But he fucking loves it.
Hunter reaches between us, and grips my panties under my ridiculously short skirt, and tears them. I gasp as I feel two long fingers enter my wet core.
“You’re so fucking wet, is this for me or that whore you were kissing earlier?” Hunter’s tone is aggressive, yet hungry.
I love it.
“A lady never kisses and tells.” I throw a smart remark out there; I love my ability to piss him off at times like this.
“You’re a naughty, naughty girl.” Hunter continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me, painfully slow at first, but then he fucks me harder making me moan.
“You’re a fucking animal, Hunter.”
“I never claimed to be a gentleman; in fact, I never claimed to be anything. It’s you that’s labelled me that, but what do you know.” Hunter bites my neck when he stops speaking. It’s sharp, hard and sends thrills through me. “Maybe I am a fucking animal.”
“The animal in you is no match for the demon in me.” I say aggressively as my cunt grabs his fingers in a greedy move.
I wriggle in his arms but he pushes me harder into the wall. I manoeuvre my hands until I can feel his cock in my grip. It’s so fucking hard; I want nothing more than to feel it slide in and out of me hard and fast. Hunter moves his fingers at a faster pace and I can feel my wetness on my thighs. This man has talents that I will never admit to his face. My muscles start to grip him tighter and his thumb fingers my wanting clit. When he applies pressure I cry out in delight, but Hunter’s mouth finds mine and swallow’s my moans as I start to come around his fingers.
I hear the toilet door open but I can’t stop my orgasm that’s near ripping me apart. Shiloh has probably seen me in worse positions so embarrassment isn’t an option in this case. I hear her giggle and the main door open and close letting the bass from outside flow through the room before it disappears into muffled noises. Hunter continues to devour my mouth with his for seconds before he stops and pulls back, but rests his head against mine.
“You’ve made a mess of my suit; I can feel you dripping on my stomach.” Hunter pulls his fingers free of my body as he speaks. He shows me his fingers before he brings them up to his mouth and licks my wetness off them. I almost come again. When his fingers are cleaned of me, he licks my lips with his tongue, effectively making me taste myself.
“I guess you better get it cleaned then, huh?”
“I should make you clean it, punishment for disobeying my orders.”
“Send me the bill, Hunter.” I lean in and kiss him this time. It’s rough, passionate and hungry.
The door swings open and a group of laughing girls enter turning our kiss into show and tell. Wolf whistles make me pull back and I struggle from Hunter’s grip. He puts me on my feet and I straighten my skirt and I wipe my mouth of his scent. When I look at Hunter he is wiping the wet spot on his shirt with his hand. He wasn’t half
wrong when he said I made a mess of his shirt. It makes me giggle helplessly.
“You are done for the night. Go upstairs and shower, its bed time for you.” Hunter says, walking towards the door.
“Fuck off; I’m not a child Hun....”
Hunter stops and turns. His eyes narrow, as he gets closer.
“You.Will.Follow.My.Instructions.”
“I will do no such thing...” Hunter brings a single finger up to my lips.
“I am not asking you, I am telling you. The sooner you learn the difference between the two, the better for your orgasm count and ass.”
The giggling girls look at our exchange as they exit and I want to tell them to take a fucking picture, but I don’t. Instead, I follow them out leaving Hunter standing in the girl’s bathroom with my scent all over his clothes.
Chapter Twelve
I wake up with the biggest headache ever. Rubbing my head lightly, the events of last night flood my mind. My drinking, the incident with Martin, the dancing, the delicious punishment fingering I got from Hunter in the girl’s bathroom... the ache between my legs tells me that it wasn’t a dream with him, but something very real. It was mind blowing. I haven’t had skillful hands touch me like that ever, and I’ve had my fair share of skillful hands, let me tell you. Even though I ache, I can still feel him and smell him on my skin. If he’s still wearing that suit, I bet he can still smell me.
I reluctantly sit up in bed, and hold my head as I do. My back aches as I move, but I gather the strength to get out of bed and stand. The boxing matches between Rumbles and me have been intense and I think they are catching up with me. I see my clothes scattered on the ground around me; I laugh lightly to myself as I bend to pick them up. I pick up a random shirt and put it on. Admittedly I smell it beforehand. The smell of Hunter in the fabric chills me. I recognise it as the shirt he was wearing last night and wonder why the fuck it was on the floor in my room...