by Holly Carter
Hunter looks at me, then back to Sailor.
“Are you okay, Kat?” Hunter asks, but he keeps his eyes on Sailor.
I want to tell him no, and to fuck off and leave me but I don’t. Instead I answer, “Yes.”
“Good. Sailor and I have something to discuss.” Hunter starts to walk out of the room, but then stops. “They are short staffed downstairs. Maybe you can go help for a bit.”
Just what I wanted to do. Go fucking serve drunk, horny, asshat men. I watch the two men walk out, neither of them looking back. Taking a few minutes, I calm my racing heart rate. For some reason, I can still feel those hands on my body and smell the smoke on his breath. I need a shower and I need one now; the need to scrub my body force my feet to move fast as I find my clothes before heading into the bathroom.
I enjoy the hot steamy water as it covers my body. My arms ached from my session yesterday and so did my legs. My ass and thighs weren’t feeling as bad as I thought they would after the spanking I got yesterday. I scrub every inch of my skin until its red and slightly burning. The hot water makes it sting, but it takes away what I need it to. When I finally get out, the nightmare is an afterthought. Today is a different day and I couldn’t wait to see Rumbles for a round or two later.
Chapter Fourteen
It’s been two days since my nightmare and for two days I have done nothing but work and fight Rumbles. Hunter is missing in action and I can’t say I’m sad. He said something after Sailor left the other day about going away for business but he would be back. I told him not to threaten me and to take as much time as he needed. Twenty-five days would have been great.
I walk downstairs and head to the gym, like I have been doing for two days. Morning and afternoon training sessions were toning and strengthening me more every day. I was yet to try out of the pool I discovered while taking the trash out the day that Hunter left. The pool was thirty meters long and according to the grounds man, was heated. A stone waterfall was built up one end, and a spa bigger than the one inside the palace was up the other end.
I walk towards the gym and hear the sound of weights being lifted. A smile spreads across my face with the thought of my next boxing match. I have gotten so much better at it, and it’s something that helps release the frustration I feel. Hunter’s hard cock would help with that, but since that arsehole is holding out on me for whatever reason, I have to put up with boxing. I look through the glass windows of the gym and stop mid step when I don’t see Rumbles but someone else.
I walk to the doorway and open it and decided to just stand and watch Hunter lift weights. As he moves, his defined muscles flex sending delicious tingles all over my body. It has been two long, glorious days since I have seen him and four since I have had any part of him or seen any part of him. But now, he is standing there in sweat pants and no shirt, sweat covering every exposed inch of his body.
Sexy little moans escape Hunter’s lips as he lifts the heavy weights. It makes me want to growl in response; I have to bite my lip to stop myself. To my own surprise for the two days Hunter was out of town, all I did was work, sleep and box. I had a few offers from patrons and could have gotten into mischief, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Between having to deal with Hunter and seeing the look of disappointment of Arrows’ face again, it was something I wasn’t willing to do. Something was changing in me, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.
I sucked in a breath and entered the gym.
Quietly I walked in his direction, stopping every now and then to touch the equipment. My favourite part of this place was the pole where I spent time exercising, and of course, the boxing equipment. Rumbles and boxing had both helped me sweat out my anger and stop me from wanting to beat the shit out of Hunter, or someone else. This is where I came automatically, when I had the compulsion to do something I shouldn’t.
If Hunter knew I was here, he didn’t show it. He continued to lift the weights as I continued to stare and maybe drool a little. I decided to take a detour and walked towards the pole. Covering my hands in powder, I took the cold metal between my hands and spun around it a few times, testing it out. When I was certain I could grip it without falling on my ass, I started to climb. Using my feet and hands I ventured to the top, than wrapped my legs firmly around, crossing them over tightly, before letting my hands go and flipping upside down.
In my peripheral vision, I saw Hunter put the weights down. He wiped the sweat from his body onto a nearby towel taking away what I longed to lick...
A moan escaped me.
Straight away, Hunter’s eyes met mine in the mirror. Without any words being spoken, he started towards me. His eyes were dark, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, hair messy, and the closer he got, the hotter he looked. I continued to hang upside down, thighs holding a tight grip on my pole, hands hanging. The blood was clearly rushing to my head as my face was heating. Well, it was that or the fact Hunter looks fucking edible. Hunter stops directly in front of me, his chest heaving.
“Get the fuck off that pole.” Hunter says, aggressively.
I slide down the pole, until my ass is planted firmly on the floor.
Without being asked I reach out and unzip his pants. He moves his hips allowing me to pull his pants down. Before they even hit the floor, I wrap my tiny hands around his hard cock; this gets a small groan out of his sweet mouth. I settle myself and watch Hunter’s eyes hood as I slide my hand back and forth. His head falls back momentarily, before it tips forward again and his eyes meet mine.
Never taking my eyes off Hunter’s, I lean forward bringing my lips to his swollen tip. Very slowly, I lick from tip to base and back again watching as his mouth falls open, but he quickly recovers by biting his lip. I know he is controlling himself, but for how long? Just as I think he is trying to be a gentleman, he reaches out with one hand and threads it through my long red locks before grabbing it roughly. The other hand grips the base of his cock. I grin in anticipation. I like Hunter’s sweet side, but I crave his ferocious side more.
Hunter runs the wet tip of his tongue along my lip; I instantly open but he pulls my head back stopping me. He wants to tease instead. But so do I. I wet my lips with my tongue; in the process it slightly touches him. I watch intently as Hunter guides his hand back and forth, effectively pleasuring himself. I dampen instantly. I’m so hot for him, four days without his cock, in, on or near me is too much.
I need to get my mouth wrapped around him. So I do what I said I would never do...
“Please, let me suck your cock.”
I watch as Hunter’s hooded eyes as he tightens the grip on my hair and brings my mouth close. I grin in appreciation.
“Suck me,” he commands.
I close my eyes and take his hard cock into the sweet depths of my mouth. He moans and I moan. Even though I am on my knees, sucking his hard cock, I have him by the balls. I begin to work up a rhythm, the humming noises I make send vibrations up Hunter’s shaft and make him moan more. He can try all he likes to hold it back, but I will get him eventually...what Hunter doesn’t know is...I can suck him into complete submission.
With his continuous stroking, and my un-fucking believable sucking skills, I know he’s not going to be able to control himself much longer.
"Do you want me to cum in your mouth Kat?" He grunts.
I suck him harder in an instant. I can feel his knob at the back of my throat, and I imagine his balls ache for release. He can't hold it much longer, I can tell by his uneven breathing sounds. He tried to control the depth, but when he forces it deeper, I know he’s definitely close to release. He starts to fist himself hard and it’s inevitable he’s about to cum.
"I'm gonna cum gorgeous, ah," he stutter’s, just as he starts to empty himself in my mouth. His cum pours down the back of my throat and I swallow. I lick and suck every last drop of his hot seed when he’s finished, making sure his cock is all-clean. But like a kick in the face, his words pop into my head. “Gorgeous.”
"Fuck, that was..."
"You called me gorgeous.” I snarl, slapping his thigh. “You're lucky I didn't bite it off."
“You’re pissed because I gave you a complement?” Hunter laughs, reaching down for his pants.
I watch as Hunter pulls his pants up and wipes the sweat from his face. He leans down, kisses my cheek, and then walks away. I watch him leave the gym and follow his body along the open windows. When he’s out of sight, I get to my feet and finish my routine on the pole.
Rumbles never shows up for our joint work out, even after I wait an extra hour for him. I leave the gym and head into the kitchen to make myself some lunch. Arrow and Hunter are having a conversation when I enter and they don’t stop talking, which surprises me.
“The accounts are done and profits are fucking amazing.” Arrows says, pushing a folder towards Hunter.
“I want to open another club within six months, but I’m not sure as to where would be best just yet. I will sit on that money for as long as I can and build it up.” Hunter picks up the folder and flicks through it as he speaks.
“I hear Australia is a good place. Lots of kinky fucks there.”
I snort laughter when they mention “The land down under.” I hear the same things from people who visit Sailor’s club, but I’ve yet to see the kinky side of an “Aussie.”
I walk over to the bench and pick up a banana. Rumbles told me I need to eat more of them, and I’m not sure if it’s a sick twisted plan to see me eat healthy or see how far I can get it into my mouth. I jump onto the kitchen bench and turn so I am facing the men talking.
“Are you going to give our brother some of that money? Or are we going to watch him squirm a little longer?” When Arrow asks the question, I stop chewing. There’s another hot brother out there that I don’t know about?
“He can squirm a little longer,” Hunter says, laughing into his coffee cup.
When Arrow looks at me, I look around the room and start chewing again. I kind of act like I didn’t hear a thing and wish I was invisible.
“How’s trouble.” Arrow asks Hunter, but points to me.
“I’m not trouble; I’m just a challenge to handle. There is a difference.” I say, getting down off the bench and walking over to the table to join them.
They both laugh and it pulls my heartstrings seeing them together and getting along. I am an only child and never had brothers or sisters to take care of me or me take care of them. I would have died before I let my parents reproduce again. I shake those thoughts and take a seat at the end of the table. Hunter looks at the banana in my hand and the devil smiles.
“You’re sick, Hunter.” I pop the last piece into my mouth.
“You called me an animal and now sick, where are the compliments?” he asks.
Arrow starts laughing and Hunter joins in.
“I was glad when you were away. That’s a fucking compliment.” I bite back.
“I missed you too, so much in fact,” Hunter stands and walks the short distance to where I am. He grips my chin and tilts my head back making my eyes find his. “I want to play.”
“Only if I can whip you.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
With that, Hunter grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.
“You want to play now? I’m all sweaty.” I say, smelling my drenched shirt.
“Yes, now.”
He leads me out of the kitchen as Arrow waves with a smile.
Hunter leads me down to the basement and into the room I was in when I received the punishment for greed. When we step inside, Hunter shuts then locks the door behind us. The room seems different but I can’t figure out why at this point. Hunter’s hands grip the hem of my shirt and he lifts it over my head before depositing it on the floor. Next he inserts his thumbs into my pants and pushes them down my legs leaving me standing in my bra and panties.
“Lay on the bed, now.”
I walk over and lay on bed, placing my hands by my sides.
“Hands above your head,” Hunter commands.
Hunter produces red rope from his pocket and holds the ends in each hand. I look from him to the rope then back again. A smart assed remark enters my mind and I open my mouth to say it, but decide to comply without fight. He takes each wrist and restrains them, crossing one wrist over the other before tying them with rope. He tests the restraints to make sure I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll tell you something, if Hunter can do anything up to my standards, its restrain me. I wriggle my wrists that are bound until I feel heat form. It’s something I have always done. Something that I used to do from the darkest part of my life...something I wish I could forget.
“Don’t do that,” Hunter says, holding me still.
I nod, but say nothing.
I watch as Hunter walks towards the bench and retrieves the bucket of ice. Somehow, I knew this was coming. I enjoy the view as he places the bucket on the side table and takes off his shirt, revealing his tight chest and sexy muscles. My subconscious is asking god, why this man is so fucking hot, and why the hell it is me who has to switch off that desire I have to run my tongue over his body; licking, sucking and biting every inch of him.
“You’re drooling.”
I look up to Hunter’s face and see him smirking. Like always, he catches me at the wrong time and the moisture on my lips tells me he’s right. I am fucking drooling over this sexy as sin motherfucker.
“Not drool you see, its mortification. Put a freaking shirt on, you’re turning me against men.” I silently laugh at my joke, Hunter on the other hand...doesn’t laugh.
He swats me firmly on my exposed thigh; the sting makes my senses waken.
“It was drool, and don’t lie,” Hunter leans over my restrained body, “You fucking love every hard inch of me on you, touching you, and especially in you.”
“I can’t say I do, I haven’t had the most important part yet.”
“Patience, you should try it.”
“Whatever...I don’t like you anyway.” Hunter puts his finger on my lips, stopping me from finishing.
“I think you do, Kat. But you won’t admit it.”
When Hunter removes his finger I start laughing loudly. The sound of my voice echoes through the room, but it’s silenced when a hard palm connects with my skin, right next to where I was hit before. The burn is relieved with coolness. He rubs it over the mark then moves it up towards my panties. I suck in a breath waiting for it, but it doesn’t come. He stops just short of my panty line.
I watch as Hunter runs the ice up my stomach, stopping to dip it in my belly button. The ice starts to melt and water pools in the dip. It’s cold against my skin and I long to squirm but don’t. Hunter leans over and laps at the melted ice. I giggle when his lips touch my skin; the tickle makes my body buck.
“You have a beautiful laugh, Kat.” When Hunter speaks, his voice is soft and gentle.
I stop giggling instantly.
Hunter climbs onto the bed and spreads my legs so he can sit between them. When he is comfortable, my thighs rest on his and I am very aware of my becoming damp panties. Hunter reaches behind him and produces a feather from his pocket. He strokes his face with it before he leans over and uses it to trace patterns on my breasts. He teases each nipple through the thin lace then trails it up to my throat. I suppress the urge to giggle again.
The way he touches me sends shivers down my spine. With my hands tied above my head, Hunter uses the feather to stroke the delicate skin on my neck then moves down my chest towards my stomach. A moan escapes my lips.
"Do you like that, Kat?"
I suppressed to urge to moan as the feather travels down further.
"You can moan all you like, no one will hear you." His lips brush my neck, before his teeth clamp down on my flesh.
"Ah," I cry out.
"That's it baby, moan for me." The feather starts to move again...
He starts to stroke me through my panties. I bite my lip when I feel the feather stop moving and feel Hunter pull them to the side
. The tip of the feather finds my sensitive clit and gentle rubs over it, while I feel a single finger enter me.
"Oh god." I moan when one finger is replaced with two. He starts moving those delicious fingers in and out while his other hand controls the feather on my clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful, even your pussy is sexy as fuck. Right now, I want nothing more than to bury myself inside your tight cunt and fuck you till you scream my name.”
“Stop saying it and do it.” I moan as I speak.
“Patience.”
“Fuck you and your patience.”
Hunter stops his movements. I watch him as he drops the feather on the ground and picks up an ice cube. He pops it into his mouth and I hear the crunching as he chews on it. Before I get the chance to ask him what his plans are, he brings his mouth down onto my clit. The coolness from his tongue makes me yelp in surprise. The coolness mixed with my warmness sends tingling shivers over my body. My skin covers in bumps when he sucks on my clit and works his fingers faster. I pull on the restraints as my orgasm approaches, and try to hush my moaning tones. Just as I’m about to tip over the edge; Hunter stops leaving me wreathing.
“Why the fuck did you stop for?” I yell, trying to move against his fingers.
“Your heating up again, I think you need to be cooled down.” The tone of Hunter’s voice is seductive.
Hunter retrieves another ice cube and puts it on my clit. A string of curses fly from my mouth until my body gets used to the cold. I close my eyes, when I feel it slide down my slit then suddenly he pushes into my sex making it join his already drenched fingers that fuck my core. His fingers fuck me again and my orgasm appears almost instantly.
“I want to come.” I call out, just as it begins to hit.
“Come for me.” Hunter says, moving fast, harder and deeper.
My noise is louder than a moan, but not as quiet as a scream as I enter the world of pleasure. My orgasm is quick, but fierce and I pray it doesn’t rip me apart. When my muscles finally stop strangling Hunter’s fingers, he pulls them out and licks them like he did at the party. He comes up over my body and pushes his fingers into my mouth, commanding I suck them too. I taste myself when I suck and lick.