Punished Into Submission

by Holly Carter

  “Please do as I ask, Kat.” Hunter’s voice rings in my ears.

  “I’m going.”

  I go to step away, but Hunter grabs me around my waist bringing my back to his front. I feel his warm breath on my neck.

  “I want you to be in my room in an hour, don’t be late.” Hunter kisses my neck then lets me go.

  I walk away, leaving Hunter standing at the bar. I don’t have the energy for the fight right now. That tight feeling you get when something isn’t right forms in my chest. Something is going on with Sailor, and my heart tells me that whatever it is, I’m not going to like it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I slip on my nightie after my shower and sit on Hunter’s overly large bed. The afterthought of my reactions seem to catch me and I’m fucking pissed about what just happened. It’s not okay for me to seduce and corner an innocent girl but it’s okay for Hunter to talk trash and make me jealous. Envy. It sinks in like thorn to the side. He’s doing it on purpose.

  Hunter walks in and closes the door. He holds up a piece of rope and I know he has something else on his mind. But so do I. I go to open my mouth as Hunter takes wide strides towards me. He picks up my hands, but is careful with my wrist that aches from being tied behind my back.

  “When I tell you to keep your hands to yourself, I mean keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

  “I didn’t think you would notice since you were talking to America and all.” My tone is bitter.

  Hunter just smiles. The fucking smile that gets on my nerves when I’m pissed but makes me weak at the same time.

  “Jealously is a curse, Kat. Remember that.”

  A knot in my stomach forms as a flash of something hinders in my mind.

  Jealously is a curse...

  I close my eyes and remember when my mother used to tell me that...

  “Jealously is a curse Katie, don’t ever get caught up it in. it will break you, it will shatter everything you think you know, and prove that every feeling you think you feel is a lie.”

  I sat in the corner, dirty, afraid and alone. Yes, afraid of my own flesh and blood. Dirty because we had no water and I hadn’t been able to shower in days. Alone, because I have been here that long without anybody. No food, no water, nothing...

  “Jealously fucks you up when you least expect it, it ruins your life. I know this, Katie, because you ruined my life, you fucked everything up. He was supposed to love me, not you. You’re a whore Katie; you’re a filthy fucking whore who will never be enough.”

  Shutters rack my body as I remember her face so close to mine, her finger digging into my skin, slightly piercing it until I start to bleed. I bite back a cry, because I don’t want to be weak, if I show weakness it never stops. Nothing ever stops...

  “Kat, are you okay?” I hear Hunter’s voice break through my dream.

  I feel the burning of my wrists as I wriggle them, making the rope burn further into my skin. It’s numbing me. It’s taking away that memory of her, and what she did. The pain shoots through me, its physical pain; I need emotional. I open my eyes when I feel a hard tug. Hunter’s green depths stare at me with concern. Without saying anything, my hands are being untied. He looks at the grazing red marks that have been made with worry. For a moment I want him to ask me why...

  But he doesn’t.

  Instead, he places open-mouthed kisses on my wrist. I watch in awe as he tenderly kisses each mark over and over. He can be so gentle when he wants to be, and I have never craved gentle with anyone else, but it can’t happen that way. I pull my wrist free from his grip. I grab a hold of Hunter’s pink tie, and undo it. Hunter watches every move I make as I take it off. I slide the silk through my fingers before I drape it over my eyes. I don’t want to see tonight, I would be happy never to see again.

  I inhale, and exhale calming my sudden nerves.

  I don’t know why, but this punishment makes me slightly nervous. And I, Kat, never get nervous about being intimate with anybody. Hunter takes the tie off my face and puts it on the table before he climbs onto the bed, pushing my body onto the sheet as he slips his body slightly over mine. His leg parts my thighs as his chest comes close to flush against my breasts. As our eyes meet, the instant connection draws out lips together. Like always, his lips are soft, inviting, and addictive.

  I’m that addict.

  “You never feed an addiction that can’t be controlled without feeling,” he said, his fingers stroking my cheek when he does.

  “I’m not an addict, you are,” I scream, before I’m slapped hard across the face once, then twice.

  “Oh, but one day you will be. And when you are, you will come back to me. You always do, Kat.” he pulls my chin roughly making me look at him. “I will feed you again.”

  I cringe.

  Hunter’s tongue is rubbing against mine in a melting; all-consuming kiss and I can’t take it. I pull away and push his face away from mine. I need physical pain, because the emotional pain wouldn’t be enough. I can see him, and feel him; I can almost smell his breath when I inhale. I need it gone.

  I’m a fucking addict.

  “Kat?” Hunter half warns, have asks a question.

  “I need you to hurt me, Hunter. Physically hurt me. And I need you to do it now.”

  “Kat, no.” Hunter sits up and takes me with him.

  “Now, please, I fucking beg you.” My hand slaps over my mouth after I speak those words. I’m vulnerable.

  Hunter tucks several of my curls behind my ear. His fingers brush my cheek and I lean into his touch, but only for a second.

  “Okay.” Hunter says, getting up from the bed.

  He picks up his phone and walks into the bathroom for several minutes before walking out again. He picks up the rope and puts it in his pocket before taking my hand in his. The bass is heard through the walls as we walk into the hall. I start to turn at the stairs but Hunter keeps walking along the hall. I haven’t been down this part of the palace, so I have no idea what is down here. After walking past another two dozen doors, Hunter stops at a set of double wooden doors that look similar to the main doors into the palace. They are dark chocolate brown and when Hunter pushes them open, they creek loudly. I walk inside a cold, dark room and wait for Hunter’s instructions. He pushes the door closed with brute force then turns, his body leaning against the door. I hear a click and dim lights come on around the room lighting it up.

  In the middle of the room chains hang with cuffs on the end of them. Directly on the floor underneath are some devices. I walk over to them and turn, my eyes meeting Hunter’s. I grab the hem of my nightdress and pull it over my head; my wrist sends a shooting pain up my arm when I do. I stand in front of Hunter, completely naked and at his mercy. I need him to hurt me. I bend down and cuff each ankle using my sore wrist. I hold the last restraint in my one unsecured hand and wait for Hunter to make his move. I’m basically submitting to this man without saying those words and he is just standing there, not saying a word, not moving...just staring.

  “Do you want a fucking invitation?” I snap.

  He strides towards me, his hands unbuttoning his shirt, as he gets closer. His shirt is gone before he gets to me, his hard, tight chest stops in front of me. Hunter reaches up, takes the cuff, and restrains my wrist. He checks the other cuffs before he steps away. Hunter pulls out his tie and runs it through his fingers.

  “Do you want to watch?” he asks, his voice is rough and edgy.

  “No.”

  He nods once, before stepping forward and covering my eyes with the silk. He ties it tight, and my world is black. I hear his shoes on the floor, and something open, than close. His footsteps get closer again. My breath catches when the first hit comes. It’s vicious, and it’s a sting mixed with a burn. It strikes me again and I hold my breath. Three is harder. Four, five and six send me into limbo. Seven is quick and intoxicating. I hear the paddle hit the floor as my body starts to relax. The pain was there but not enough.

  “More.” I basicall
y shout.

  I hear footsteps then they stop. My heart races. I’m excited about what the next thing to touch my body will be. I drown out everything but my body and me. I can feel the pulsation of my blood pumping through my veins. My ears hold nothing but white noise. The world is black and the only sound now, is my breathing.

  It’s sharp and sends shivers down my spine when it makes contact with my skin. In the black haze, colours blossom as the second hit comes hard and fast. I’m aware my lips move as I subconsciously yell for the next, time and time again. Pumping sound in my ears is replaces with a roar and my mind is blank. Subspace...A place where no one can touch you, no matter whom the fuck they are.

  God knows how long I’m there, but I relax. I forget about every moment but the one I’m in. In my dream state, I’m at the beach. Running in the sand and feeling it between my toes. It’s warm. The smell of the sea fills the air and I feel free. The further I run, the more sea and sand there is. Boats float out on the water and I wave to the passing people. They smile in return and things feel right. I look down at my body and my skin is tanned. It’s glistening with sweat from running. The breeze blows my red locks and I giggle. I see a man running towards me and I laugh. His board shorts hang low on his hips, water drips down his hair onto his chest from swimming in the sea. I run towards him and he puts his arms out to catch me. But as I get closer his face fades. I’m chasing a shadow.

  “Kat.” Hunter’s voice breaks my dream.

  “Mmmm.”

  “Where did you go?”

  “To the beach.” I say, turning my head to the sound of his voice.

  “Do you like the beach?”

  “Yes. But I haven’t been there in a very long time.”

  “I will take you there before you go back.” Hunter says, brushing my lips with his finger.

  “Just send me into subspace again sometime.”

  As I stand in front of Hunter naked, restrained by my wrists and blindfolded I don’t want this moment to end; I want to be able to have this kind pleasure again. Every inch of my body is humming and my mind is clear of his face. Parts of my body felt like they were on fire, other parts, felt like heaven. I jumped slightly when I felt something soft start stroking over my stomach...What was it? Suddenly, the fragrance hits me. It was a rose.

  “I remember Sailor said you liked roses, so I thought we would play.” Hunter whispered, before licking my lips, teasing me.

  He lifted the rose to my nose one more time and instructed me to smell, its strong scent fills my passages. Hunter rubs the rose bud over my lips until I part them. I feel the sharp prick of the torn on my lip, as he puts the stalk between my teeth. I hear his footsteps and know he has left me again. I hear metal clinking together on his return to me. My body reacts whenever he is near, and it drives me slightly wild. Hunter drives me insane, sexually, mentally, and physically.

  “Deep breath.” He instructs.

  Reaching around from behind me, he takes each nipple in his fingers, and starts rolling gently until they form hard peaks. When he’s satisfied, he pinches and pulls gaining a slight moan from my lips. I sense the clamps before I feel them. Hunter applies them gently one at a time. These little suckers have enough bite to cause pain, but used the right way, they will cause a lot of pleasure...and well; I’m totally down for that.

  He moves my long red hair off my shoulder and places light open-mouthed kisses on my sweat-covered skin. I feel a gentle tug on the tip of the rose, and open enough for it to be removed. As I lick my lips, I can taste the metallic taste of blood.

  “Do you want me?” Hunter asks, stroking the rose across my shoulders.

  “You know I do.” I moan.

  The bud trails from my neck down my spine, sending delicious tingles to my fingers and toes.

  “Do you need me?”

  Fuck. I hate this game suddenly.

  “Yes.”

  The rose dips at the base of my spine before it travels oh so slowly over my hip. I bite my lip to suppress the groan that’s aching to be released.

  “Will you please me?” his breath is in my ear.

  “You know I will.” I say, moving my head to the side.

  I want to capture his hot mouth, but once again, he licks my lip and pulls away. One of Hunter’s hands hold the chain that’s joined to the clamps attached to my over sensitive nipple, while the other continues to torture me with the rose bud. Gentle strokes travel up centre to each breast. The softness of the petals stroking my skin calms the fire I still feel on my skin.

  “Do you like this, Kat?”

  Hell fucking yeah I like this.

  I nod my response.

  A rough tug on the chain sends a shiver down my spine and a loud moan from my lips.

  “Will you ever learn?” Hunter’s breath is on my face; I can feel his closeness.

  Without thinking I lean forwards and lick his bottom lip before clamping down on it. Hunter’s tongue strokes my lip and I take that as an invitation to taste his sweetness. With his tongue coaxing mine, I moan. Fuck this man can kiss. I want to touch him, every inch of him...

  Hunter senses my eagerness and pulls away.

  Leaving me breathless.

  My skin is slick with sweat, making the rose slide easily over my skin as it begins to travel down my stomach, over my belly button, and down my smooth centre. I gasp as I feel it rub against me. I’m drenched. I want him to penetrate me. Take me. Fuck me. Make me scream his name, so I forget my own right now. I want him to fuck me over and over like he did tonight.

  “Will you tease me again, Kat?” Hunter says, shocking me with his words.

  Tease?

  Oh fuck...he’s still made about the girl thing. Hunter starts to undo my wrist and ankle cuffs. He rubs my feet while I rub my wrists back to life. I was in such a daze earlier that the pain I felt in my wrist has numbed, but the swelling reminds me of the injury. Hunter stops my movements by taking my hands and bringing me forward. He drops my hands by my side and I feel his hands undoing the blindfold.

  “Envy, is a feeling resentment aroused by and in conjunction with desire for the possessions or qualities of another.” Hunter whispers in my ear, sending thrilling shivers over my body. “Also known as jealously. You made me jealous, Kat, and now it’s time for your punishment.”

  I whimper...

  “Oh, yes. This is your punishment.” With that, Hunter removes my blindfold.

  My eyes widen in shock, when I realise we are not alone...

  James sits on the chair with Kellie at his feet. She drops her head when I look at her.

  “It seems you have taught James’ slave a thing or two about envy Kat.” Hunter steps forwards and James stands.

  I watch the men exchange words before James leans down and whispers into Kellie’s ear. She stands and heads towards the door as Hunter and him shake hands. I watch a little confused as they exit. Kellie turns around at the last minute and mouths “sorry,” before disappearing down the hall. The door closes and Hunter enters a door to the right briefly before he returns with a thick fluffy robe. He holds it open and I thread my arms through and Hunter slips it over my shoulders. He ties it up at the front and takes my hand in his, bringing it to his mouth.

  “You surprise me,” he says, turning my hand over and kissing my injured wrist. “Does this hurt?”

  “No, it’s fine.” I try to pull my wrist from his grip, but his keeps a hold of my hand.

  “Do you want some ice on it before bed?”

  “Thank you, but no.”

  Hunter nods as he turns my hand over and kisses my palm.

  He threads his fingers through mine and we exit the room and turn down the hall towards our rooms. I wondered if Hunter had other plans but when he turns and walks me into my room, I knew my answer. He walks over to the bed, and pulls back the sheets and I climb in. The mountains of pillows cradle my body and I close my eyes, suddenly feeling tired.

  “You did well tonight.” Hunter says, kissing my forehead
once, twice than a third time.

  “You put me on show for your friend, I’m surprised.”

  “The punishment was not only for you, but her. She will not come tonight; her Master will not allow it.”

  “Mmmm.” I keep my eyes close and get comfortable. My ass slightly pains and the marks I wear tomorrow will haunt me for days. Between Hunter and me tonight, I think we learnt a thing or two about each other. He can dominate me all he wants, but when I say, “hurt me” he says “how hard.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Light fills the room when I wake. A familiar smell catches my attention and I turn my head on the pillow to see roses. I sit up in bed and pick up each stem, noting seven in total. Hunter and the number seven...

  Each rose is blood red with black tips. They are stunningly beautiful when I bunch them together. I feel a sharp sting and I note the blood dripping from my finger. I put my finger in my mouth and suck. The metallic taste lasts mere seconds before I can’t taste it anymore. I pull back the sheets and sit on the side of the bed. I cringe when I do, my ass fucking hurts! My feet hit the ground and I notice Hunter’s silk tie on the floor. I put the roses on the bedside table, as last night’s events play like a movie in my mind when I bend down to pick up the material.

  Lifting it up to my nose I can smell him. Hunter has this smell that’s wild and rich. It makes me hungry and wet. I squeeze my thighs together and moan when I remember the feel of Hunter’s cock sliding in and out of my drenched sex.

  “Moaning already?”

  I jump and turn.

  “You fucking scared me, Arrow.” I pick up my pillow and throw it at Arrow as he moves to dodge it.

  “Seems to be a common occurrence with you and me; I scare you, you scare me.” Arrow sits down when he speaks, before throwing his body back on the bed. He lets out a loud sigh and I know something is on his mind.

  “Come on, spit it out.” I hit his thigh then yelp as the pain radiates up my wrist.

  “Karma Kat, fucking karma.” Arrow laughs as I swing around and slap him with my good hand.

  “Oh shut, up and tell me what’s on your mind, Arrow.”