Punished Into Submission

by Holly Carter

  “I was thinking more, obnoxious, annoying, distracting...”

  “Distracting?’ I question, catching his gaze.

  Leaning in close, he runs his nose along mine; his lips become so close so fast, I almost miss the thought.

  “Distracting as in, I have work to do, but instead I’m pinning you down to get a point across.” His words are a breathy whisper.

  I lick my lips, graze his with my tongue at the same time, this was unintentional but when I do, I whimper for unknown reasons. When his lips glide along my wet lips in return I part mine slightly, praying for more contact. As he rocks his excitement into me, I can’t help but suck his lip gently with mine.

  Hunter doesn’t move at all. Rejection settles and snaps me out of my moment of desperation. I pull away, turning my head to the side.

  “Fuck, I want to, Kat."

  I laugh lightly; pretending like that moment did not just happen.

  “I don’t usually, do that. It’s a rule I try to keep with.”

  “Don’t break your rules for me, Hunter. Just thought kissing you would be crazy hot, but I get it, you’re bad at it.”

  I struggle against him, trying to get away. Truth be told, I need to go to the bathroom something shocking.

  “Stop, you exasperating woman.” His growl is crazy fucking hot, and I struggle a little more to hear it continue.

  "Do it, I know you want to.” I say teasingly.

  I can tell he thinks about it.

  "You are going to fucking kill me." He leans in as he speaks and I think maybe I have finally gotten under his skin enough...but no. He pulls away and smiles as he shifts his weight on the bed. I open my eyes and see him standing with the grin of achievement on his evil face. I'm swear I’m a little wet, and maybe slightly horny. I watch as he casually starts walking away, whistling to himself. Yes, he is fucking whistling.

  "Come on, Hunter, just fuck me already!" I scream in frustration.

  Hunter turns and eyes me. I see something briefly flash across his eyes before he walks back over to me. When he reaches me, he grabs my chin, roughly.

  “Greed, that’s your first sin. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour," he lets my chin go and starts towards the door. “And don’t touch yourself." He shouts before disappearing.

  I scream into my pillow.

  Screw him. Not literally...but I need to get off!

  I climb out of bed mumbling a few fine cursed words. I rummage through my clothes looking for something to wear. Hunter never gave any instructions on what to wear, but here’s to hoping I will have nothing on by the end. I choose a strapless blue dress that’s knee length. God only knows who is actually downstairs today and as much as I would like to tempt Hunter, I don’t want to acquire a whole fan club of pervy old men.

  Walking into the shower, I make sure I have a towel as Martian the towel boy, isn’t around to get me one today. Remembering his cute little face, I smile. Turing on the tap, I make sure it’s hot and steamy to help melt this tension that’s building. When I get in, the heat stings to start, but soon becomes nothing but warm heat.

  I stand in the hot shower and let the water cascade down my body. When I am fully soaked I begin to wash my body with my cherry smelling soap. The bubbles feel refreshing popping against my over sensitive skin. The ache between my legs returned when I start to rub gently. I put the sponge up on the rack and return my fingers to the right spot.

  Screw him, and his “don’t touch yourself.” I knew Hunter had no way of telling if I'd gotten off when he wasn't around, and there is no cameras here, well, I didn't think there was. I briefly check the roof and see nothing unusual. I don’t think I will be in next weekend’s episode of, caught on camera, and if I was, the nation will get a surprise.

  My fingers slide between my folds and I started to rub the sensitive bud. A small moan escapes my lips and I bite it gently. My fingers work their way down a little more and I insert two fingers into my wet core. It wasn't going to take me long after the tease I got this morning, and I was grateful for that.

  In my mind I pictured a party full of naked men and women. Touching each other, kissing passionately, licking intimate body parts, teeth biting into flesh, and Hunter doing all those things to me. It was so wrong, but why not use the image while it’s fresh right?

  As I worked up a rhythm I started to moan unable to stop those sweet sounds. My orgasm was close already; all I needed was just a little bit more...

  "What the fuck are you doing?"

  I scream and turn quickly, abandoning my almost beginning orgasm.

  Hunter stands with the door open looking at me with anger and what I think is envy in his eyes. No one told him he wasn’t allowed to touch himself!

  "What the fuck ...!” I shout, trying to close the glass door.

  Hunter blocks the door with his foot so I can’t close it. He doesn't say anything for long minutes; he just stares. Unable to take it anymore, I take measures into my own hands.

  “You going to stand there or fucking join me?”

  The devil himself smiles.

  This pisses me off even more.

  “Well,” I say, continuing to wash myself.

  “I know what you are trying to do, and it’s not going to work.” Hunter steps forward into the stream of water, effectively shocking me.

  His body forces mine against the cool tiles; I flinch at the first contact. I watch, as Hunter’s clothes get drenched from the flowing water, his shirt sticks to his hard body, which outlines those perfect muscles. He places his arms either side of my head, his scent never weakened. He smells, amazing. Leaning in close to me, he runs his nose along my throat making me squirm against the act.

  “You’re not the Mistress anymore, Kat.” His breath tickles my skin. “You’re my submissive, mine. Mine to do as I please, when I please, and how I please. Best you remember that.”

  “Oh, do fuck off.” When I say it, it’s almost a panting response.

  He throws me. Twenty-four hours and he has me turned into a puddle of drool at his feet. I won’t let it say anything about him however; I will let it say that I am a horny son of a bitch who loves an exceptionally good fuck. Chuckling lightly, Hunter forces his hard thigh between mine. His face comes to meet mine, once again, the tease is playing games, and while I hate it, I actually think I can use it to get me what I want.

  “This mouth,” Hunter strokes my lips with his finger. “Is going to get you into a lot of trouble, and while I won’t complain when it’s wrapped around my cock, I won’t tolerate the smart assed remarks for long.”

  My lips part and I suck his finger into my mouth. Biting down on it, softly, I watch as Hunter’s lips part, his mouth forms an O. The brave fighting the braver, I put my hands on his shirt, grabbing at the wet fabric I dig my nails in. I swear the heat coming off him is enough to defrost a freaking blizzard.

  I close my eyes blocking out the reasoning trying to break through. I am not submitting to this man, ever. He is a game to me, and I’m the same game to him. I continue to suck his long finger, seductively. Moaning at the right times, humming as I take it deeper and deeper. The thought of eleven inches fucking excites me beyond words.

  I let my hands drift down his sides, until I feel the hem of his shirt. One of my hands disappears under the wet material, while the other travels in-between our pressed bodies. When I find what I am looking for I look no further. Hunter’s hard cock, strains against his pants, begging to be freed. Begging to be licked, kissed, sucked...

  Enough is enough.

  I need to be fucked.

  Now.

  I start to slide down the wall, my wet body sliding easy. I make sure to bite the tip of Hunters finger, before it falls free of my mouth. He moans...my knees hit the floor and I make straight away to undo the inconvenience of his pants. My tiny fingers make like light in popping the button and undoing the zipper.

  “Close your eyes.” Hunter commands.

  I look up and see him looking
down at me. I smile sweetly before closing my eyes. I hear movement around me, before the shadow comes back. I place my hands on his thighs for support.

  “Keep them closed, now, open that dirty little mouth.”

  Feeling the tip rub against my bottom lip, I part them slightly.

  “More.”

  I open more.

  I feel fingers thread through my hair, before it gathers and holds me where he wants me. It’s not the most comfortable position, but it will do for now. He teases me by rubbing his tip over my lips, time and time again. I can feel the animal coming out in me, the animal that wants to dominate him.

  “Suck.”

  Hunter’s warm cock enters my mouth sending a thrill through me. I take the tip into my mouth, licking and sucking. He controls my head with his hold on my hair, only letting me take so much. I have this urge to open my eyes and look, and I try hard to fight it.

  I continue to work my tongue over the tip and down the minimal shaft I’m given to play with. Hunter moans quietly, but I hear it. It’s that satisfying feeling that I have something to tease him with. Unable to let him have all the control, I slide my hand up his thigh until I feel his full sack. Gripping maybe a little too hard, I roll it between my fingers. The moaning becomes a louder.

  I smile around his cock in triumph.

  I’m given a little more and take it instantly. I want as much as I can get from him at this stage of the game. While I’m satisfied sucking him, the princess in me wants more. Princess Kat wants an orgasm.

  “Enough,” Hunter hisses when I meet his fingers that are wrapped around his length.

  The instant I hear his voice, I open my eyes and look up. Hunters pupils are dilated, his teeth rake into his bottom lip. His hand pumps up and down his shaft, my tongue darts out, licking the nearing flesh lightly. I abandon his sack and cover his moving hand with my own. My hands look so tiny over his big ones.

  Speaking of Big...

  His cock is everything he said.

  I don’t have a ruler handy, but it’s defiantly the eleven inches he promised. I think my insides knot in anticipation for the feel. Hunter’s words echo in my head about the touching. I wonder why he can touch himself but I can’t touch myself. The devil that’s sitting pretty whispers, “do it” in my ear and I have no choice but to listen.

  I plant my ass firmly on the floor, spreading my legs enough for Hunter to see my intention. He does and shakes his head, mouthing “no.” I close my eyes and let my hands drift down my body; my fingertips glide easily over my wet skin.

  “I’m warning you, Kat.” Hunter’s voice is hoarse.

  “Mmmm.” I moan as they reach the right spot.

  “Stop.”

  “No,” it’s a breathless answer.

  My fingers spread the tissues before disappearing into my sex.

  “Last warning.”

  I can hear Hunter’s fist working his shaft faster, and harder.

  “Fuck me.”

  “Not yet.” His response is quiet but audible.

  I moan as my thumb rubs over my clit, stroking with the right amount of pressure. My lost orgasm shows its face the more I rub and fuck myself. Turning up the heat, I place my free hand on the tiled wall behind me, and arch my back. Hunter wants to punish me, it will be for good reason...Hitting the spot over and over again brings those magical feeling to the surface.

  “Open.”

  I open my mouth as Hunter starts moaning. A hot rush of come pours into my mouth just as my explosion takes place. I moan around his cock while milking him and myself. In my blank mind, I see stars, and fireworks. Hunter has this sweet tasting nectar that makes me crave more.

  I continue to suck until there is nothing left to taste. I open my eyes when Hunter pulls out of my mouth. The water is running into the cool side and I shiver involuntary. Hunter leans down, bringing his lips to my ear.

  “Greed is an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs.”

  My skin prickles and covers in goose bumps.

  “You need to remember that for later, because when I ask you what it means, your next orgasm will count on you knowing the answer.”

  I watch as he picks up his clothes and exits the shower leaving me reeling with excitement and confusion. I stand myself up, and finish washing, thinking about what the fuck just happened. I had this feeling I was in for more than I could even imagine.

  Chapter Six

  Loud, manly laughter comes from Hunter’s office as I approach. Several different tones of voices fill the air and hallways. I think about knocking, but that’s only a thought. Why should I knock when I don’t have a door at all anymore? When the doors flies back and hit the wall, I bite my lip to stop my impending laughter. I walk in to several sets of eyes on me, but the one that’s burning holes through me, belong to the....

  “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Hunter barks.

  “Haven’t you ever heard of giving a girl some privacy?” I snap back.

  “Still pissed about the door I see.”

  “Pissed doesn’t even cut it, Hunter.”

  “Well I suggest you get the fuck over it and deal with it.” Hunter stands, and so does everyone else. “I want to introduce you to my brother Arrow, and James.” Hunter points to each guy as he does introductions.

  I shake both their hands and introduce myself as the damsel in distress. When Hunter walks behind me and slaps my ass, I take it as a warning. A fun warning. Arrow offers to make breakfast, and I can’t refuse. I am famished and I need a caffeine fix to get me through the day. We walk into the industrial size kitchen and I am in heaven. Well, I would be if Hunter were removed from the scenario.

  The kitchen is fully stainless steel, has benches galore and more than enough cupboard space. The benches wrap around three walls, while the last wall hosts the fridge and freezer. There’s an island bench in the middle, and racks of pots hanging from the ceiling.

  In my mind, I am picturing myself standing their cooking cakes. I love to bake. Cooking cakes is my weakness; I love sweet, sugary, blissful things.

  “Kat.”

  I shake my head and turn to Arrow. He’s as handsome as his brother, but their eyes are different. Where Hunters are green, Arrows are Hazel. He is smaller in frame but muscular. They share the same domineering voice however; the voice that makes those tiny hairs stand on end, and goose bumps cover your skin.

  “Hunter tells me you know Jessie Sailor.” Arrow says, as he cracks eggs into the bowl.

  “I do. Sailor looks after me.” I look away as I speak.

  “You’re his prize, why the fuck are you here then?” James turns on the stool to face me; he puts his hand on my knee, and starts to slide it up. “Are you here for some fun, because babe, I’m all for fun.”

  “Well, James. As it turns out, I am here for fun.” I lean in a little closer and cover his roaming hand with mine.

  “James,” I look up unsure as to whose voice I heard initially. But when I see Arrow’s face, I know it was him.

  “Chill, Arrow. It’s just fun.”

  In three wide steps, Arrow is standing in front of James.

  “She belongs to Hunter, you know the rules. Touch her, and it will be the end.” I giggle when Arrow says I belong to Hunter.

  Both eyes land on me when I snort helplessly. I cover my mouth and continue to laugh ignoring the rolling of eyes then Hunter arrives. James yanks his hand away from my thigh as Hunter approaches. That man doesn’t miss the movement and looks to me, James, and then his brother who chooses to look away.

  “James, I need you to get a start on the restocking. We will have a full house tonight.” Hunter comes and takes the stool beside me.

  “But, I haven’t...”

  “Now,” He says, cutting him off.

  James winks at me before getting up and walking away. Arrow continues to cook not saying a word, but he risks little glances every now and then between Hunter and me.

  “Don’t piss me off.” H
unter says, leaning over brushing his lips against my cheek.

  “Take your own advice.” I snap back, before shuffling my chair further along.

  Childish move, but there is something about him treating me like child, that I don’t like. Several other people come in dressed in Master’s and Mistresses shirts and black pants. I take it they are staff of some sort. No other introductions take place, so I gather they aren’t part of the furniture and aren’t that important. Hunter leaves momentarily to talk to the handful of people who entered, and I steal his newspaper. The highlights today are; two murdered in drug raid, young woman saves life of stabbing victim, dog saves owner from burning to death.

  What is the world coming too? Safe isn’t an option anymore, and while I’m not the angel I claim to be, I’m not as heartless at people picture me to be. I read the stories over and over before I put the paper down in time for breakfast. As Arrow puts the plate in front of me, Hunter returns on the phone. He picks up a piece of toast off my plate and starts eating it. I smack his hand away, as he smiles and continues talking. When Arrow sits down, we start eating in practical silence between us until Hunter finishes his phone call.

  “Are you bringing Reyner Friday?” Hunter asks Arrow.

  Arrow drops his fork and looks up. He seems a little disappointed before he speaks.

  “She has to work.”

  “You don’t seem convinced.” Hunter speaks, whilst taking another piece of toast off my plate.

  “I don’t want to have this conversation with you, Hunter.”

  “What conversation?” Hunter says laughing lightly.

  “The conversation where you claim to know all about women and love and shit.” Arrow makes to stand and Hunter quickly tells him to sit.

  “I’m not claiming to know anything, but you know I am always here.”

  “Aww, isn’t it just adorable you two showing brotherly love towards each other.” I say standing. “Arrow, don’t take any advice from your brother, he knows nothing. Ask me, I know where the spot is. I had to find it myself this morning, can you believe that?”

  Arrow looks to me then back to Hunter. As I start to leave, I hear laughter followed by the sound of a fist connecting with a body part. I put my plate in the sink and head for the door.