by Holly Carter
“I’m Rumbles, or Levi. Whichever you remember.”
“Which do you prefer?” I wipe my face with the corner of the towel as I speak.
“Depends, are we friends or enemies?”
“I don’t have friends.” I say all too quickly.
“Well neither do I.”
He lets my hand go and heads towards the door. When the door opens I hear a second voice and turn to see Hunter and Rumbles in a handshake. I throw my empty bottle in the trash and walk to the door. Both the men move to the side when I exit, but a hand grabs my wrist as I walk through. The instant his hand touches me, I stop.
“I have something for you.” Hunter says, looking at me blankly.
“It better be my door.”
Hunter shakes his head and looks to Rumbles who excuses himself before squeezing past Hunter and me. Hunter lets my hand go and I start back the way I came. I need to get to my room and have a shower pronto. I wasn’t interested in Hunter’s little gift, or what he wanted to say. I just wanted sleep, tomorrow was a new day and if he continued to piss me off, tomorrow would never come.
I walk up the stairs and head to my room. But Hunter catches me and directs me straight past my room and past his. I have no idea where the hell we are going, but all I want to do is shower and sleep.
“Hunter, I’m fucking smelly, and I am tired. Just leave me alone.” I go to turn around but Hunter stops me by stepping in my way.
I look up at his face and note how pretty this guy is. Well, fucking sexy is more like it. His day old growth lines his face and it takes self-restraint not to reach up and touch it. I hear a door open and look to the side as Hunter pushes it open with his hand.
“Come on, you’ll like it I promise,” he says, playfully.
“You said that this morning and I hated it.”
The room is dark but low lights flicker from within. I step inside the doorway and see dozens of candles lining the floors, walls and benches. A spa bubbles away in the corner and I think I melt a little. Fuck yes; this is just what I need. The smell of cherries fill the air and it reminds me of when I was a child. I love the smell of cherries just as much as I love eating them. I hear the door close behind me and without thinking or caring if Hunter is in the room with me, I start to strip off. I leave my clothes where they fall. The steam from the water floats as mist as I step into the tub. Its scorching hot but so bloody good.
My skin heats instantly, marking it red. I settle into the corner of the large spa and hit the switch to my left. Several jets shoot water into my aching muscles, which causes a slight jolt reaction out of my body. I settle back and will my body to relax enough to heal. I have no doubt that I have a few bruises already forming on my skin.
‘Nickleback’ starts to sound in the background and I turn to see Hunter playing with an iPod dock. His eyes lock to mine and I turn instantly.
“I spoke to Sailor; he gave me a few little things to work with,” Hunter says over the music.
“You could have just asked me.”
“Would you have told me?”
“No.”
“Exactly Kat.”
I thread my hands through the water causing waves. The jets work my muscles and the pain I felt is now a numb effect on my body. It’s just too relaxing now. I close my eyes and my whole body goes limp. I’m aware of the sloshing water as Hunter climbs in with me. His leg brushes against mine and I pull it away like an immature child pouting. I lay there for long minutes enjoying the jets and heat, keeping my mind clear and free of all the bullshit in life.
I feel his hands, one either side of my hips, and then I am moving. I keep my eyes closed as I go limp and basically turn into a sack of potatoes. He pulls my body to his, and instantly I wrap my legs about his waist when he settles into the opposite corner of the spa. With my eyes still closed I can’t see his face, and in my mind I can make him be anyone I want. Right now, Mark Wahlberg sounds like a good option.
His hands leave my hips, but they soon grab each side of my face. His right thumb strokes my cheek and I flinch at the soreness.
“He got you a beauty here.” Hunter says softly, lightly touching my cheek. “Does it hurt?”
“Mmmm,” I moan. “A little.”
I open my eyes just as Hunter begins leaning in. his lips meet my cheek in a gentle kiss. His lips stay a little longer than I would have thought which causes me to move my head slightly. Hunter pulls his head back a little making his mouth so fucking close to mine. I feel his cock hardening between my legs and I grind my cunt into his hardening length.
I bring my lips to his, and grab his bottom lip with my teeth, biting down gently. Hunter runs his hands through my hair, and pulls hard at the base on my bun. I let his lip go before my head tips back, exposing my neck to his vicious bite.
“Mmmm.” It’s quiet, but audible.
“Quiet.” Hunter commands roughly against my throat.
I feel his tongue dart out and lick my skin. It’s erotic and consuming. I try to pull my head forward but Hunter’s grip on my hair is too tight; it sends a pain through my scalp, but I don’t mind. Not one bit. His mouth moves upwards as he showers kisses along the way. When he reaches my chin, he lets his grip on my hair loosen and I am able to bring my lips to his again. I lick his lips with my tongue before pushing my tongue into his slightly opened mouth. Just as I think this will finally be the kiss I have been waiting for, his hands grab my face and push me back.
“No.” Once again, it’s a warning.
“Yes.”
I bring my hands up to his face and pull him towards me. He comes close easily. Hunter brings his lips to mine this time and I open instantly, its quick and fucking useless. I try to take over the kiss but he pulls back all too soon. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Kiss me god damn it.” It’s frustration, and it’s warranted. He’s a fucking tease and he knows it.
“I can’t.”
“Hunter, are you gay? Is that what this is about?” I rip my head from his grip and let go of his face.
“I’m not gay, and you know that.”
“Well, no I don’t. And all the signs are there, the clean room, perfectly arranged clothes, having a dead fucking sexy woman in front of you and you won’t....”
I shut up for two reasons, one out of shock and two because Hunter’s mouth finds mine in an aggressive, devouring kiss. His tongue strokes mine in a heated movement. My arms wrap around his neck the instant I start to melt. I rock my hips into Hunter’s now very hard cock. He moans ever so quietly while mine is not so quiet. I can taste the rich blended scotch I tried this morning and now know why it’s hidden. It’s his.
Hunter’s hands grip my hips roughly, I’m not sure if it’s to stop me, or to encourage me but he causes me to rock and grind harder. His kiss is intoxicating and aggressive. When he pulls back, I clamp down on his lip. I don’t want it to end just yet. Not being able to stand it much longer, I reach between our bodies and grip is cock. I move my body so the tip of his length is almost at my entrance.
“Let me fuck you, Hunter.” I say, against his mouth but continuing to lick and suck his now swollen lips. Mine feel that way without a doubt.
“No, my rules remember. And I say no. It’s all about patience.” Hunter grips my face, which brings our mouths back to a heated pash.
Not listening to a fucking word he has said, or is saying, I lift my body slightly so the tip of his cock is almost penetrating me. His hot tip starts to enter me slowly, almost painfully slow. I open my mouth when the sheer size starts to stretch my opening. I am fucking wet, and not just from the water. From the want I have for him right now. I almost feel sick, just thinking about how much this man has affected me. I’m not this person, but I can’t stop it, not right now.
“Fuck me, Hunter.” I said, moaning into his mouth.
I feel the head of his cock enter me, and just as I think about sliding down and fucking it like I have nothing left to give, a ringing comes from behind us. I try to ignore
it, but Hunter doesn’t. He pushes me off him and stands. Bubbles slide down his body then hit the water and I nearly die when I see his cock again. I want it so fucking bad. Painfully bad.
I watch him step out of the water and onto the floor before he grabs a towel and wraps it around his body. He picks the phone up and looks at the screen before he answers.
“America, what can I do for you?” he says, walking out the door and leaving me horny, wet, and fucking frustrated.
Who the fuck is America?
~*~*~*~*~*~
I stay in the spa wreathing with anger and emotion for another half hour before I get my pruney body out and dry off. I pick up my clothes and walk out with the soft towel wrapped around my body. All the lights are off in the halls and I use the wall to find my room. Light flows through the stain glass window above the stairs at the end of hall, sending little shimmers of colour from the moon. I find my room no problem, as mine is the only room without a door.
My bedside lamp is on and clothes are laid out on the end of the bed. Walking over to them I see several pairs of blank pants and black sleeveless t-shirts. They don’t look as big as the one I ruined this morning. They all have BAR BITCH in bright pink however. I take them over to the cupboard and place them in the drawers.
I throw my dirty clothes in the corner with my growing pile. I wonder if Hunter has a maid who does the washing, because Sailor does and if I need to get that bitch over here, I will! I walk into the bathroom and flick on the light. The wall length mirror behind the door calls and I eye my bruises on my body and face in the mirror. The words “Numquam Satis” stand out on my inner thigh. The words that Hunter was referring to earlier.
The meaning makes me shiver. The reason behind it makes me sick. The person and persons behind it, haunt me. The memories flow freely and I try to stop them. I can’t think about this so close to sleep. It will haunt me and destroy my front. I tear my eyes away from the tattoo and look at my face. My eyes are glassy and I can feel the tears welling. I run to the sink and wash my face with cold water, trying to stop them. It’s effective and soon the only feeling I feel is aching.
I wrap the hanging robe around my body and exit the bathroom leaving those memories hopefully locked away in there and not in my head. I step into the room and basically shit myself when I see Arrow sitting on the end of my bed.
“What the fuck, dude. You scared the shit out of me.” I grab my chest to settle my heart.
“Paybacks a bitch ain’t it?” Arrow laughs, but pats the space next to him.
I walk over and sit down noting the bottle of Gin in his hand and two shot glasses.
“Nightcap?” Arrow asks, holding up the bottle and placing the two shot glasses in my hand.
I take them in my hands and nod in agreement. I watch the liquid fall from the bottle into the glasses. Arrow puts the lid on the bottle and places it on the floor before he takes a glass out of my hand. We clink glasses and I down the Gin like its water. I hold out my glass and Arrow smiles as he picks the bottle up again. When he fills it a second time I move into the middle of the bed. Arrows climbs on the bed further and turns to face me.
We have two more shots before either of us talk.
“Hunter’s an arsehole.” I spit, after my third shot. “And who the fuck is America?”
“He isn’t that bad. And don’t ask, you won’t like the answer.” Arrow pours another shot and I down it as soon as he’s finished.
“What do you mean I won’t like it? I don’t like Hunter, what makes you think I care?” I hold out my glass but Arrow doesn’t fill it. So, I grab the bottle from his grip and take a few mouthfuls from it.
“Why do you want to know who she is then?”
“Because I was about to be fucked finally and she interrupts!” I screech, annoyed all over again.
“Hunter doesn’t just fuck, Kat. And I thought you were a big bad Mistress.” Arrow looks at me through his lashes and all I see is Hunter. Those two look so similar, yet so different.
“I am a big bad mistress, I just like.....” I trail off and drink several more mouthfuls of Gin. It’s starting to go straight to my head.
“You like what?” Arrow prompts taking the bottle from my grip.
“Nothing.” I rip the bottle from his hand and continue to drink.
“Kat, stop.” Arrow pulls the bottle from my hand and Gin dribbles down my chin. I wipe it off and wonder how the fuck I miss my big mouth.
“Let’s play a game, you tell me something about you and I will tell you something about me. What we say stays between us.” Arrow says, coming to lie beside me. I watch him get comfortable and decide to join in. I get comfortable beside him and look to the roof.
“I will go first.” Arrow clears this throat. “I think I have feelings for this girl and it drives me crazy, because she was never meant to be anything but fun.”
“We can like someone we want to have fun with, Arrow. It’s not the end of the world. Unless you love them, if that’s the case you’re fucked.” I start giggling but stop. I turn to Arrow and watch his jaw tick. “Oh my god, you’re in love?”
“It’s not that far. I mean, I don’t think it is. I just can’t stand to see her with other people and the thought of not being able to see her or touch her makes me crazy. She won’t come to this place in fear of being judged, you know?”
“Are you into the lifestyle?” I ask, rolling onto my side.
“Fuck yes, I’m a Dom. Just like my brother. But not as cocky.” We both laugh.
“You aren’t a hard ass like Hunter is. You can tell that fucker is a Dom and fucking proud of it.” I roll back onto my back as we speak.
“His power and his abilities go to his head sometimes. But he is really good at what he does, Kat. You could really learn a thing or two from him. Which is why you are here right? To serve a punishment and learn a thing or two?”
“I’m here because I am true to my friend.”
“You have to want to be here to really be here, and I think you know that.”
Silence forms and neither of us say a word. Arrow is partly right. And worse thing is I know exactly what he is saying. It’s a case of getting my stubborn self to comply.
“I hate fish.” I throw it into the air.
“You hate fish?” Arrow laughs and I join in.
We continue to talk for hours. About basic shit, and life. I don’t give away anything personal about my past even though I know he is asking. There is a good friend in Arrow and he is someone I can see myself trusting. At almost two in the morning, Arrow decides it’s time to hit the hay. The whole bottle of gin is gone and our words are nothing but slurring messes. Arrow falls out the door and I laugh loudly.
He gets to his feet and dusts himself off.
“Thanks for the nightcap.” I say, snuggling deep into my mountain of pillows and pulling the blanket up to my neck.
“Anytime. Sweet dreams, Kat.” Arrow says walking out of view.
I close my eyes and beg the sweet dreams to consume me. And they do. Dreams filled with whips and chains flood my mind. Hunter restrained in a chair unable to move makes me wet.
"Let me go, Kat." Hunter growled, impatiently.
I walked to the table, and picked up my favourite crop. It was light, yet nasty if used right. When I turned around, Hunter’s eyes widened.
"Fuck off, Kat."
I stepped towards him.
He rattled the chains that held him restrained. When I was standing in front of him again, I ran the crop over his bare chest, up to his unshaven chin. I flicked the crop lightly, making contact with his drenched skin.
His head tipped back as he swallowed hard.
"Let's play a game, Hunter." I said, straddling his thighs. "You tell me what you want to do with me when you finally get out of these restraints, and if I like it...I'll reward you."
"You're playing with fire." Hunter whispered, when I leaned in closer.
"And you're about to burn, baby."
In my
dreams, The bitch was back, and hotter than ever...
Chapter Ten
The next day was hectic. From the moment I woke up til the moment I finally sat down at seven o’clock at night, I was flat out. I had not spoken to Hunter all day, but I had seen him several times talking and directing all kinds of people. The palace was packed with people doing different jobs just like yesterday. I saw so many people I knew and had to fight the urge to corner them more than once. The world is such a small place when you think about it.
Arrow and I had worked our butts off helping get the palace ready for the party that was just about to start. I still had to shower and get ready for tonight’s events and from what I heard around the rumour mill, the palace was actually opening to the public for the first time. I had seen crosses, and spanking benches being taken up the second level all day, along with other devices.
I jump in the shower and wash as quickly as I can. The music is echoing through the palace and the doors opened almost an hour ago. Angel told me to shower because I smelled and I couldn’t deny the accusation. I fucking stunk. I had been running around all day and even got a work out in with Rumbles when I should have been helping stack the fridges. The bruises on my body have become more noticeable, and the mark on my face was bright.
I put plenty of makeup on after my shower to hide the mark. Once I was done, you couldn’t tell it was there. I went a little over board tonight, and added foundation, eye shadow and even blush. I put on my uniform and welcomed the changes to my new shirts. It was a tight fitting shirt that showed off my assets perfectly. I did pull it down a little more than I should have so my cleavage was on show. I love my tits. Best tits ever and they are all natural baby...
“Kat, are you in here?” I roll my eyes when Hunter calls out.
“Depends who’s asking?” I call back, pulling my hair out and letting it hang loosely.
Hunter stands in the doorway of the bathroom and leans on the frame. He eyes my body before his eyes land on my face. He’s wearing a suit and fuck me; he looks smart. His chin is dusted with a light layer of hair making him looking fucking edible.
