Punished Into Submission

by Holly Carter

  “You ruined everything, you son of a bitch. I was trying to protect her, she is not strong enough for this,” Sailor says.

  “Oh come on, Sailor. You knew she would find out soon enough. Your nothing but a gutless fuck, you know that. If you told her the truth, she would have been able to handle it.”

  “That’s not your call to make. I have looked after her, I have fed her, and I have shown her our world. It’s me who sleeps with her every night while she has fucking nightmares about her past. You know nothing; all you know is what it feels like to have that fucking dick of yours inside her tight little body.”

  I round the corner just as Hunter swings his fist; it connects with Sailor’s jaw and drops him to his knees instantly. I stand there, watching as Hunter grips Sailor’s shirt and brings his face to his, his chest is rising and falling so hard.

  “You know nothing, Sailor. You know nothing,” Hunter says, before punching again and again.

  I just stand there and watch as my once best friend gets beaten by the man I love. Sailor doesn’t say anything or fight back. He kneels in front of Hunter, submissive to his Master. I’ve never seen Sailor like that, ever.

  “Stop,” I command loudly.

  Hunter looks up instantly. He stops hitting Sailor, but doesn’t let him go. I walk towards them with pace. When I come chest to chest with Hunter, I reach down and pry his hands of Sailor’s shirt before pushing him away.

  “I’m...I’m so fucking sorry. This was never meant to happen,” Sailor says quietly, before he spits blood onto the plush carpet.

  “Everything about you is a lie, Sailor. I loved you like nothing else in this world. I trusted you with my life and you broke that. But I know why you did it, and I understand. But, I’m done. I’m done being your prize; I belong to no one, least of all you.” I lean down and kiss his head, before pushing mine over and bringing my heels into his crown jewels. “You do your dealings without me, Sailor. Keep your friends close and enemies closer from now on because you’re going to end up with one hell of a party at your funeral.”

  Sailor groans when I finally release the pressure on his package.

  I turn to Hunter who is wrapping his hand. His eyes flicked to mine. This man that owned more than my body for weeks now owns the only piece of my heart I would ever give out.

  “Why?” I question stepping closer to him.

  Hunter doesn’t speak.

  He stares at me, his eyes on fire, and his body radiating heat.

  I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes to try hold the tears I swore I would never let fall again.

  “Kat, I love...”

  My eyes fly open at his words.

  The warm saltiness falls down my cheeks instantly. I can’t stop them anymore; those emotions aren’t in check and I never know if they will be again. My walls have fallen and I’d be damned if I was going to build them again.

  “You fucking lied to me, you son of a bitch.” My hand balls into a fist and a moment’s notice I hit him.

  Hard.

  Blood drips from his lip before he wipes it away. My heart constricts tightly at the thought of causing him pain like this. Hunter cups his jaw, before turning his gaze back to mine. Tears continue to spill down my cheeks; it burns me like never before. Not only did I love this fucked up man, but also I hated him at the same time. I was now unsure of which was the stronger feeling.

  “I guess I deserved that. But, Kat, I need you to know what I feel.” I stopped his furthering words with my hand.

  “No, you deserve more than what I just did. I trusted you; I gave you parts of me that no one, not even that piece of shit,” I say pointing to Sailor, “has seen. You lied to me. If you knew, you should have told me.”

  “What? And have you run away and get into more trouble? I wanted to protect you, I have done some pretty fucked up shit myself, and Kat, and I wish I had someone there to help me. You know what your problem is? You are too fucking headstrong,” Hunter bites, but steps towards me so we are chest to chest.

  His hands come up and cup my face, as mine do his. We stand there staring at each other, holding onto something that is dangerous, broken, and all a lie.

  “I love you. You fixed me, and then broke me all over again.” The proximity between us is intoxicating. It’s a magical pull. “Kiss me goddamn it.”

  Hunter leans his head to mine. He rubs his nose up and down mine as my breathing accelerates. I lick my lips and wait for the presence of his mouth upon mine; the longer I wait, the longer I worry it won’t come. I close my eyes, as those tears run freely. As I feel them fall, Hunter licks each drop of emotion off my skin.

  “Don’t cry. You are stronger than that.” Hunter’s lips meet mine, but only for a moment. “Fight, Kat. Fight for what you want and what you deserve. You’re better than this.”

  He kisses me once more; I feel it from my hair to my toes and everywhere in between. It’s raw, it’s passionate, and it’s fucking love.

  When he lets me go, he steps away, hiding the person I saw seconds earlier.

  “You stay the fuck away from me. Go fuck with someone else’s head and stay the fuck out of mine, Hunter.” Confusion eats me alive and so does temptation and lust.

  I can’t believe this is happening again. He was dismissing me. And I’m submitting to him. I’m a submissive to Hunter Ford. Yet to everyone else, I’m a dominating Mistress who takes what she wants. I turn to leave; I needed to get the fuck away from this place. I needed to run like Hunter said in his letter and like he had once warned. Sailor was still curled in a fetal position, cupping his aching balls and retching. I must have aimed just right. As I continued to the door, I saw a picture of the church on Fourth Street. Memories of every sin floored me instantly.

  I turned back towards Hunter, I needed to put my guard back up, and regain whom I once was, mixed with whom I want to be. I couldn’t stand to be the broken girl I was before. Hunter had taught me how strong I could be and how I could take on the world.

  I noticed Hunter eyeing the same picture, probably thinking the same thing I was.

  “You forgot the most important sin.” I smirked, even though my tear stained my face.

  “And what was that?” Hunter asked, looking confused.

  “Revenge.”

  Hunter’s eyes widened.

  Recognition registered.

  “You know what they say about revenge, Hunter?” I stepped towards him, bravery finally kicking in.

  “What are you talking about?” Hunter reaches for me, but I slap his hand away.

  “Revenge is sweet, and best served cold,” I whisper, feeling my heartbreak at my own words was inevitable.

  Everyone in my life was going to find this out the hard way, whether they wanted to or not. I had a list that was ever growing. The name on the top of that list was Simon, followed by America. My parents’ names were there too. When I look at Hunter, I want to run to him and forgive him for everything, but I can’t. I walk out of this office and run. I run to the door and pray the phone call was made in time. I hear my name being screamed but I don’t stop. The passenger’s side door opens and I jump in not looking back in fear I would feel all over again. He’s a temptation to me. But most of all Hunter was my limit. It was time for me to take back. It was time for vengeance. And well, you know what they say...

  Keep your friends close, and enemies closer...

  Epilogue

  I jump into the car and slam the door. The car jerks forward and screeching sounds from the tires as we speed off into the night. I left earlier then I wanted, but I couldn’t stay. I missed saying goodbye to David and Arrow and they are two people I wanted nothing more than to hug at least once more. I wanted to make peace with Rumbles also, but I just couldn’t. I already missed Hunter as it was. I wipe my eyes one last time and reach for my bag on the floor. I pick up a pair of panties and hold them up in the air.

  “Sorry, America has this thing for sexy panties.” His rough voice chuckles, as I throw them in t
he backseat.

  “That’s just fucking sick and twisted, and fucking low. Even for you,” I snarl, reaching down to find a bra as well.

  He continues to laugh, as I pull a disgusted face and groan. I pull out my cell and realise it’s so fucking dead; it belongs in the cemetery. I throw it onto the back seat with America’s clothes and pray it stays there. No matter where I go from now on, I have a feeling that bitch is going to be there too. A part of me was furious about that, but a part me of was joyous because it would make the pain all that much sweeter.

  “You still pissed at me?” His hand reaches out and grabs mine.

  “If you think I’m going to forgive you, you are so fucking wrong.” I pull my hand from his grip but he grabs my thigh instead.

  “Oh, come on.”

  “No, you are an asshat and I hate you.” I slap his hand that’s on my thigh but he continues to hold it tight.

  “You’re also an addict and you love me.”

  I shake my head as he laughs loudly. I look out the window and into the night at the trees flying past. The further we get out of the town, the more nervous I get about where we’re going. I didn’t have to say anything because I knew there would be only one place he would take me once he had me back again. Houses started to become far and few between as we got closer to the destination. I should have come back here to visit, but I never wanted to again. But circumstances made these things happen and now I had to face the music. I wasn’t sure how my revenge would be felt at first, but I was sure something would come to mind soon.

  We turned down the street and the butterflies started to go crazy inside. Suddenly I wanted to shout for him to take me back and pretend none of this happened, but I just couldn’t get those words out in time. We pull into the driveway as several men leave the house. The car stops idling and we just sit and stare in silence. Several more people leave a few moments later and I have this sudden urge to run into the house before I do actually change my mind.

  I grab the handle and pull, but I’m stopped with a firm grip on my shoulder.

  “You sure you want to do this, Pussy Kat?” he asks, his voice soothing for some reason.

  I look back to the front door that swings closed as someone walks inside.

  “I’m sure, Simon,” I say, looking back and thinking of only Hunter.

  “Alright then.”

  He gets out the same time I do and meets me at the front of the car. He grabs my hand and threads his fingers through mine and moments of lust come flooding back. Hunter wasn’t wrong when he said I would continue to think about him after I had gone. We walk through the gate and I stop at the bottom of the short stairs.

  “Come on, Pussy Kat.” He pulls me forward and I follow forgetting my fears.

  I look at Simon before pushing the door open. Several people are sitting on the floor in front of a small coffee table lining up coke in the front room. I walk over and blow the coke on the floor and keep walking. Simon laughs while the drug fucked morons continue to yell and curse. I walk up the hall to the kitchen and a vision of my childhood flaws me. I see two people sitting at the table pouring shots as I approach.

  As I step into the room, a glass shatters and I look up to my father.

  “Holy, Mother of Joseph,” he says, eyes wide with shock.

  My mother turns around and squints trying to see through her drugged haze. When she realises who I am, she holds her chest with her hand. Her hands shake and her lips move at first but nothing comes out. Finally... she speaks.

  “Oh my God,” she shouts. “It’s the devil herself.”

  I smile at them both. They have no idea what I have been through and what’s happened to me for ten years. They probably wouldn’t care if I told them. Simon walks over to the table and picks up the bottle of Gin before taking a seat. Seeing all three of them together reminds me of why I am actually here to begin with. Why I am so fucked up, I can’t see straight, why I walked out on the one person I felt for, and why I am an addict.

  “No, mother. The devil isn’t ready for the person I’ve become.”

  To be continued...........