Master of Punishment

by Holly Carter

  “I have been trying to get her in my house for ages. I met her a few years ago when she came to Bethany for help. She was in real bad shape.” Sailor takes another sip of scotch. “She was running from something and practically ran straight into our home. Kat was only there for a few weeks then left again. Anyways, I came home a few weeks ago and she was there. Hasn’t left since. We kept in contact after she left the first time though.”

  “You failed to mention this…”

  “I did.”

  I turn to Sailor confused.

  “Why?” I am slightly irritated he would do that to me.

  “Because she is mine.” Sailor grounds out every word.

  Sailor stares at me with a blank face, I however laugh. Without sounding too cocky, he has every fucking right to be worried. Because if I would have known about her back then, I would have done everything to get a taste of the feistiness this girl supposedly holds.

  “Keep your hands off her.” Sailor bites.

  “I wasn’t going to touch her.” I smirk.

  “I know that fucking look, Hunter Ford.”

  I start laughing and Sailor shakes his head in frustration. I know how to rattle this guy and fuck… it’s fun. With our constant bickering backwards and forward I didn’t notice the approach of Natasha. She was still wearing the bodystocking I had given her earlier after I tore the first one in a heated moment. She looked flustered and slightly irritated.

  “What’s wrong?” I say reaching out for her.

  “Can we go home? I’m not feeling well.” Natasha said softly.

  Pulling my brows together I assessed her briefly. Taking her hand in mine, I turned to Sailor clinked my glass with his and emptied the contents in no time.

  “I’m taking Natasha home.”

  “Don’t you want to meet my girl?” Sailor says, indicating towards the bar.

  “Not tonight.”

  Sailor nods, and I look past him to Kat. She has a man dressed in a lycra suit on his knees. My thoughts of a great challenge tickled my insides.

  “I will talk to you later, yeah?” Sailor grabs my attention and I face him again.

  “Sure.”

  Sailor grabs Natasha’s hand and kisses it twice before turning to shake mine. We shake hands and I thread my arm through Natasha’s and lead her out of the club. As I walk out I think about the dreams I have about owning my own club.

  Chapter Three

  Two weeks after my visit to the club, I still hadn’t forgotten seeing my brother. I told David, my father the next morning and Arrow my brother about my little encounter. David just shrugged it off but Arrow wanted to go hunting for him. Arrow and I hate Simon with a vengeance. He was there at every twist and turn when he wasn’t wanted, but when he was wanted… he was nowhere to be found. Simon is a lot older than I, my mother didn’t want any more children after Simon but father wanted a daughter. When my mother had two more boys, he said he finally gave up and hoped for loving daughter in laws one day.

  My mother is no longer with us. She was the most beautiful woman with the biggest heart. She put her time into several charities and fundraised for all of them. Faith was her name. The day she died, I think we all died a little too. David started drinking, he drinks almost every day. The one day he has off from the bottle is the day he disappears and returns at night with the most satisfied look on his face. Arrow reckons he’s been getting a bit on the side but I just don’t see him like that. He loved my mother too much. I think about her every day and often wonder what she would say if she knew what kind of person I was. I mean, I have worked hard to be here and to own what I do. I own several restaurant chains and investment properties. My dream is to have my own club for kink minded people, the place where I can control absolutely everything and everyone in it…

  I walk into the kitchen after a hard day at the office. I have been trying to secure deals with real estate companies for weeks and I just can’t get my fucking head around the hold ups that are happening. The property I bought David has been placed on hold because of recent water damage due to the roof caving in. I have no idea how the fuck it happened since the house was only two years old. I pour a scotch and sit down at the table across from Arrow and David.

  “Big day?” Arrow asks as he fills his mouth with cereal.

  “Frustrating fucking day.” I sip my scotch as I speak.

  “Make anyone cry today?” David says, smirking.

  I shake my head and smile. Arrow starts laughing and spitting his cereal over the table top. David and I join in the laughter as I revisit the story from yesterday involving the young girl at the coffee shop. I had made her cry after I refused dinner with her. I had to give her props for her effort. Every day she runs to the door and opens it for me, she makes sure I am okay thirty times in the hour I spend in the café and she often pulls her top down that little more each time I’m there. I don’t fuck my employees… but she doesn’t know I’m her boss.

  “Nah, she wasn’t there today.” I say as the laughter dies down.

  “Who wasn’t there?”

  We all cease our laughter as Natasha comes to sit down. I pull the chair out next to me and watch as Natasha walks to David and kisses each of his cheeks. He greets her with a smile and she returns the same. Arrow gets a wave and I get the whole fucking package when she finally makes her way over to where I am sitting. Natasha leans down and plants a soft passionate kiss on my lips. I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her still as I devour her sweet mouth. Her tongue darts in and out of my mouth as I chase hers with mine.

  “Get a fucking room.” Arrow calls, effectively breaking our moment.

  When Natasha pulls away she smiles this sweet, soft, caring smile. When I met her she wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a submissive. She had approached me and said she wanted to try the whole submissive thing. At first she was slow at picking up the rules. But after a few months of solid training she has become this beautiful submissive that I desperately wanted to collar. Things changed however, I love her as my submissive and girl. She loves me as her Master and boyfriend. I, am not fucking boyfriend material. She wants more… just like every girl who walks into this life. Natasha wants marriage, kids, and a white picket fence with a big castle. I don’t want that.

  I motion for her to sit and she does instantly.

  The conversation around the table flows on and on about home extensions. I had built this house about twelve months ago and planned on expanding it to make a club. The house has ten bedrooms, six bathrooms, two theatre rooms, a home gym and the third floor is just an open space which I planned on making a club. At the moment I have David’s belongings stored there and all renovations have been put on hold. Sailor, Arrow and I want to open up a club in the middle of town together. We have been looking for that perfect place for months and while we have found a few, nothing is suitable for what I have plans for.

  “Excuse me, Hunter,” conversation stops and James the house boy stands in the door way. “You have a guest.” He says.

  “Who?” I question immediately.

  “Miss Shoal.”

  I excuse myself and stand. Natasha stands with me, but I motion for her to stay put. She nods but I can see the disappointment in her eyes.

  I walk down the hall and turn into my office. I’m not surprised when I see America Shoal sitting in my chair, holding one of my crystal shot glasses. I am surprised however, to see she is wearing clothes. Last time she came to visit, she was practically naked. I watch her as she pours herself a shot of scotch, she hasn’t seen me yet and I decide not to interrupt her little adventure. America picks up the shot glass and brings it to her lips, her head tilts back and the smooth, rich liquid slides down her throat.

  America places the shot glass down and spins around on the chair a few times before stopping back at the scotch and glass. Slowly she picks up the bottle and pours herself another shot. I wait for her to put the bottle down but she doesn’t. Instead, she brings the bottle up to her
lips…

  “Do you have a fucking death wish?” I say stepping into view.

  America scares and puts the bottle on the table. She starts coughing and I shake my head at her.

  “Swallow, bitch. You’re normally good at that.” i say, coming around the desk to her.

  Placing my hand on the back I spin my chair until she is facing me. Her blonde hair hangs over her shoulders and breasts. She is what I would call, a beautiful bitch. This woman drives me fucking crazy, I could strangle her on a regular basis only to revive her and do it again. America leans forward slightly, her blue eyes glass over. Clearly, she is drunk.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning in and smelling the extent of her day.

  “He fucking hates me.” she slurs as she grips the bottom of my shirt.

  “Who?”

  “The guy I have been seeing. He fucking hates me.” she throws herself back in the chair and it slides back an inch or two.

  “Everyone hates you, why’s this different?” I know now isn’t the time for jokes but what the hell.

  “Fuck you Hunter, you’re an asshole.” She bites back as she pulls on my shirt jerking me closer.

  “Mmmmm.” I mumbled in return as she starts fumbling with the buttons.

  America mumbles something as she tries to undo my shirt. I bring my hands up to hers, stopping her. She fights me at first but when I grab her wrists, the fight is lost on her part. Her feet kick out towards my legs and I roll my eyes at her drunken behaviour. When her shoes go flying across the room I laugh.

  “What the fuck is your deal, America?” I say through my laughter.

  “I want you,” she pouts, her feet stop moving. “Take me.”

  “What?” I’m fucking stunned. “You’ve had too much to drink; you need to sleep whatever this is off.”

  America goes limp and her wrists slip through my hands. Her shoulders shake and her head droops forward. At first I think she is laughing but then I realise she is actually crying. I have no fucking idea what to do with her. I stand up straight and rub my hands through my hair and down my face. I haven’t heard much about this guy she was seeing apart from he was a moron. I often hate this woman but I couldn’t just kick her out. A knock sounds at the door and I look up. Arrow wonders in and smiles at America.

  “Thought I smelled something off.” he says walking over to the alcohol cabinet.

  America looks up and growls, cursing a few words in a slurred fashion. Of course Arrow taunts her some more and the exchange between the two is like watching children fight.

  “Shut the fuck up.” America screams as she leaps from the chair and stumbles towards Arrow.

  He and I both laugh.

  When I see her start to fall, I wrap my arms around her waist and use my other hand to pick her up. I cradle her in my arms and motion to Arrow that I am taking her upstairs. He frowns and rolls his eyes but eventually, he nods in agreement. I walk out of the office and head down the hall towards the stairs. I hear James following behind and when I stop at the guest room, he steps in front and opens the door for me to enter. The guest room is the darkest room in the house. It has chocolate coloured walls with an indoor water feature for a calming effect. A good mate of mine Rumbles often comes in here to meditate. I think America will need to after her drinking binge today.

  I watch as James pulls back the dark red doona and sheet. He fixes several pillows into position and steps back. He looks at me for the next instruction and I simply nod which gives him permission to leave. I look down at a passed out America and admire her silence until I hear the large wooden doors close. Carefully, I lean down and place America on the soft sheets. She mumbles something and grabs a hold of my shirt once again. When I have her weight fully on the bed, I pry her hands off my shirt and pull up the sheet.

  I stand back for several moments just watching her. She is stunningly beautiful when she can’t speak. We have been through a lot together, but we were never good as a dynamic. Like Natasha, she wanted more. She didn’t deserve it at times, but she wanted it. I still look out for her, and at times, America comes in handy. And of course, she looks out for me. Because at the end of the day, you always keep your friends close…. and your enemies even closer.

  Chapter Four

  When I finally finish my book keeping that night, I find Natasha sitting on the end of my bed. Her hair is braided back, her makeup is light, and her attire… is missing. Things had been harder this week than most; I was ready for some release. This was one of the reasons Natasha was such a good submissive to have. She knew what I needed and gave it to me like I wanted. I was her Master, and she was my Submissive. I never pushed her limits, but I tested them here and there. Today was one of those days. I need variety and today I wanted to remind her of her place.

  “You know I would never do anything to hurt you…” I say, undoing my buttons.

  “Yes, Master.” Her voice conveying the trust she had in me. It almost made me smile.

  “I need to remind you of who you are to me.”

  It sounded harsh when I said it but being soft was my weakness with Natasha. I often wondered if I gave her the impression I wanted more. I had told her time and time again that I need a convenient relationship within the scene. She always agreed. I just don’t know what had happened over the past months that would have changed her mind. I look down at her and raise my brow remembering she hadn’t answered me.

  “Yes, Master.” Still her voice did not falter.

  “Good. Now stand.” I command.

  Natasha… obeys.

  I run my knuckles down her soft cheek, then over her pink lips. Her eyes close briefly but open with dilated pupils. I continue to trail my knuckles around her hair line and to her braid. I lock my eyes with hers. I grab her braid and wrap it around my hand. I grab that last bit of attention I need from her before I proceed, I know now, I fully have her attention. If I was more of a sentimental kind of guy, I might comment on the softness of her skin, or the smell of her hair, but that wasn’t the kind of person I was anymore.

  I loved women.

  I loved training them.

  I loved touching, teasing, tasting them.

  Everything about a woman was beautiful. A woman to me was never more beautiful than when she was helpless and at my mercy. A woman doesn’t know who or what she is, until she has given up everything. The exchange between two souls at any point is powerful.

  I pull her hair to tilt her head back which bares her neck to me. I lean down and press a small open mouth kiss on her soft skin, before running my tongue down her neck. A little kindness before the pain. I move back up her neck to her jaw line before taking her lips with mine. It was a tender reassuring kiss. I reassure her that while I am her Master, she can trust me. There was a time for hard and possessive, but I wanted to make sure she remembered this. During what I have planned…she just may forget.

  I pulled back and smiled down at her. “Remember what I said, Natasha.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I kiss her quickly on the lips and pull away again. When I look down at her, her eyes are closed. Her breathing is getting heavier and quicker. I run my hands down her shoulders until I have her hands in mine. Slowly I lead her over to the bench that I have not yet used to its full capabilities. I stop and look back at her. Releasing her hand, I continued to stare. Her eyes open and the message is clear. The directions were in my eyes and in my body language. Natasha knew exactly what I wanted. She turned and stood in front of the bench with her hips pressed against the front. She spread her legs out even with each leg on the bench. I bent over and strapped her ankles to the legs with the leather cuffs. It took only a matter of seconds, but I could smell her arousal had kicked up just by this simple step.

  Moving over to the table that was set out in the corner, I grabbed the two things I needed; blindfold and a ball gag. The ball gag had pre-existing indents from the last time we were here. I rub my thumb over the marks as I make my way back to Natasha. Leaning ove
r her, I place the blindfold over her eyes. I could see her pulse race faster in the pulse point in her neck and her breathing became more laboured. She is unbelievably responsive.

  “By now Natasha, I know your body. I know your signs. I know how you work. Trust me to know your limits and when to stop.” I whisper into her ear before nipping it.

  “I do, Hunter.” she says on a moan.

  I stop nipping instantly. That is the first time she has ever called me by my name during a scene. Quickly and sharply I connect the palm of my hand with her ass.

  “Sorry Master.” She corrects.

  I slip the ball gag into her mouth and secure it behind her head next. When it’s buckled together, I run my hands down her neck to her shoulders and down her back. When she lowered her head I ran my hands down to her backside. Everyone has reasons for the way they act or do the things they do. Those reasons don’t matter at the end of the day if for any reason you failed at control. Control is what I thrived on.

  It was what I needed.

  And right now…

  I had it…

  She moans when I brush my hand against her pussy and clit. I make sure to almost insert a finger but fail to and just tease instead.

  “You will not talk or make a sound. You will remain quiet unless I give you permission to make a noise. Do you understand me?” I kiss her shoulder after I speak.

  She nods her head unable to speak around the ball gag to address me. I nod in return and push her between the shoulder blades forcing her over the bench. I move to the other side to secure her properly to the bench. This would be the first time that she has been completely strapped to it. As I strapped her wrists to the legs on the bench, I keep an eye on her body language. She is relaxed.

  Walking back to the table I grabbed the next two things off the table that I require; a flogger and a vibrator. I put the vibrator in my back pocket and hit the flogger against my hand. I look to Natasha who looks absolutely beautiful spread over my bench. I could see how wet she was from here. She was spread for me, for me to do what I pleased and how I pleased. She was going to enjoy. I make my way back to her and stand behind her. My fingers go straight to her pussy; I find she is more than ready for me to take her. I run my fingers back and forth being sure the run over her clit.