by Holly Carter
I will say it again...motherfucker!
I admired Hunter’s creativity. Seriously; punishment involving each sin. Fucking sadist in the finest! I committed sins on a daily basis and didn't know until now. I mean, I did, but didn't know it would be this much fun or this fucking painful. While I was having fun, I was also ready to flip the fuck out and kill Hunter when I got my hands on him again.
It was moments like this I hated him. He was testing my fucking patience just as much. The clock on the wall ticks and the sounds adds to my already agitated state. I call out a few more times yelling out the simple, “hello” and “help me” but nobody comes. I rattle the cuffs and kick my legs screaming into the air in frustration in the end.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Hunter.” I scream.
I close my eyes and the only sound I hear is my breathing. My pulse is steady but strong. I realise his game now and I hate it, patience...I relax a little. My mind is racing and I want those thoughts to calm the fuck down, even for a little bit. My mind fills with the girls at Sailor’s house and what they are doing right now. I miss them all, especially Shiloh. Our last shopping adventure was fun, and I must remember to call her when I get time. I smile to myself at the thought of her take on everything that’s happening right now. She would lose her mind with laughter and think it’s “crazy sexy,” or some stupid shit.
Dreams take me to Sailor’s house and the slumber parties that await me when I arrive home in due time.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I tense slightly as something hot drips onto my stomach. The burning feeling lasts mere seconds before it turns warm. I try to move my arms, but remember the cuffs. My eyes spring open immediately. Hunter is shirtless holding a candle and as the wax melts as he turns the candle upside down allowing the wax to drip onto my skin.
“Ah.” I suck in a breath when the heat touches me first.
“Hush,” he coos.
I count the drips to ten before he turns the candle upright. Hunter leans behind him and places the candle on the holder.
"Patience is defined as the state of endurance under difficult circumstances," Hunter runs his finger through the not yet melted wax as he speaks. "Which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without acting on annoyance or wrath in a negative way."
Fuck, patience...
My patience level these days was pretty much non-existent.
“I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night for you, Kat.” Hunter says, obviously humouring the idea of me tied to the bed, and having to learn patience...
His finger traces each nipple in turn. I was melting, literally. I hated what this man did to my body, mind, and my sex drive. It was like all of a sudden my body was tuned into everything about him. I hear him during a morning working out and suddenly I find myself wanting him. I hate it. But I love it also. These feelings he brings out in me are fucking animal, feral, hurtful, powerful...Hunter makes me feel like I can do anything, I can stand any torture he puts me through. He makes me feel like I can fight those demons that haunt my dreams.
He makes me shiver when he touches me. He makes my world stop when he strokes me. He makes my control turn into nothing when he licks me, sucks me and fucks me.
“Are you listening to me?” Hunter’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
“No,” I say, a little too breathless.
Silence forms.
I can feel his eyes burning into my body, but I can’t bring myself to look at him. I take my lip between my teeth as Hunter’s hands work over my breasts. My subconscious is screaming for some sort of relief, a firmer touch, more pain...anything.
“What are you thinking, Kat?”
His hands stop touching me and the bed moves. Dark shadows cover my face and I squeeze my eyes shut, as tight as I can. Don’t open your eyes; don’t open your eyes I repeat over and over again. My poker face has been shot to shit lately.
“Open your eyes.” his voice is soft, touching.
Hunter’s thumb pulls on my bottom lip, until it slips through my teeth. Instantly I lick my lip, and graze my tongue along the pad of his thumb. Slowly, he pushes it into my mouth and I suck gently. I can feel his breathing accelerate as I work my tongue around the tip. Hunter withdraws his thumb, running the moisture along my top than bottom lip. I can feel his breath on me.
“Open.Your.Eyes.” he repeats.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes.
His wild depths search mine.
My heart rate is frantic. My head spins. I can’t stop my thoughts. I want him. I want more moments like this.
“Hunter, I...”
His expression changes as he brings his lips down to mine. The whole act is intimate. His tongue softly brushes against mine. I moan. He moans. We both coax each other, soft licks and strokes. I pull on the restraints, my fingers long to touch his skin.
I can feel the hardening wax on my skin. It tightens on my skin as it sets. As one of Hunter’s hands strokes my hair the other leaves my chin, it travels down my body. His moist thumb travels to my nipple, teasing, pinching, and rolling. His gentle mouth working with mine swallows my soft moans.
When my nipples can’t get any more sensitive and harder, he continues his travel down to my flat stomach. I tense as I feel his finger dip into my belly button. He knows I hate it. I have not had Hunter this gentle, and for some fucked up reason...I love it.
Oh.My.Fucking.God...
My thoughts cease to exist when that magic thumb skims ever so softly over my swollen clit. My body heats as he touches me there. Hunter’s tongue frantically seeks mine, but I resist.
I must not show weakness.
Hunter fights.
I fight harder.
I pull away and turn my head to the side.
“Do you not like gentle?” Hunter asks breathlessly, and plummets two fingers into my core.
I arch my back at the sudden invasion. I feel so full with his fingers in my drenched wetness. Once again, my teeth find my lip. Hunter doesn’t move his fingers once he has them inside as far as they will go. I can feel the tip of middle fingers hitting my cervix.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Hunter growls. “With my fingers. I’m going to have you screaming my name along with gods, because I am fucking god when it comes to giving you everything you desire.”
My muscles clench around his fingers at his dirty words. Moments like this, I wish he would just beat the fuck out of me, so it takes away that pinch in my chest. He starts to withdraw his fingers and my greedy depths suck him back in. Without knowing what I was doing, I buck against his hands, urging him to do as he said.
“You’re so greedy, Kat. Do you remember what the punishment was for greed?” Hunter asks, before sliding his slickened fingers back into my core.
How could I forget the punishment for greed...?
Hunter inserts another finger into my wet core and starts working them in and out. I try to close my legs, but Hunter nestles himself in-between them, stopping me from doing so. The weight on the bed changes slightly, then I feel wetness on my nipple. Hunter sucks, bites, and then blows on my flesh. He takes turns pleasuring both breasts, and before long, I am an aching mess. I need an orgasm, and I need it now.
The rhythm of his fingers mixed with the sensations gathering scream at me. I need this, and I need it now. I let my orgasm build, until its right there.
“You are not allowed to come yet.” Hunter commands.
But I can’t hold on. I shudder as my body convulses and climaxes. As my body explodes, Hunter continues easing his fingers in and out, which in turn draws out my orgasm. When my shutters do finally stop, my whole body relaxes and I’m in heaven. Of course, it’s only for a limited time. I disobeyed an order, and I will be punished for my wrong doings like always.
As I think those thoughts, Hunter removes his fingers and I instantly feel empty.
“That was good. Another please?” I say, before he could say anything.
Hunter grabs m
y chin roughly, and brings his mouth down hard on mine. I close my eyes and part my lips instantly allowing him access. As he coaxes my tongue with his, I moan. I could die happy if Hunter happened to kiss me to death. When his teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, I growl. Hunter breaks our tie instantly.
“You did not just growl at me, Kat,” I open my eyes and stare at Hunter. “And don’t use that smart mouth, or I will put it to good use.”
With that, Hunter undoes my cuffs. I flex each wrist in turn letting the blood travel back into my fingers.
“Get up, and stand by the table over there.” Hunter points to the table.
I follow his orders and stand by the table as directed. Hunter follows. In passing he stops and tucks the stray hair that’s fallen behind my ear. I smile slightly, but it disappears when I see the suede flogger in Hunter’s other hand. I know a thing or two about these floggers and one thing I do know is that in the right hands these floggers can be soft and gentle, but in the wrong hands, they can be harsh and painful. As a professional, I am more the inflicting pain viciously kind of person.
I turn so I’m on my stomach and lean over the table, grabbing onto the other side. This stretches out my body, allowing my naked back and ass to be on show for him.
“As you know, the advantage of suede is that it’s softer than standard leather,” Hunter brings the flogger down on my back. “However, it depends how you use this as to how much it really hurts.”
I don’t say anything else. I just brace myself for what’s coming.
One...
The sharp sting hits my back; several points of pain burn my skin.
Two...
I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.
Three...Four...Five...
They come close together; I bite my lip to stop my whimpering. I need to show strength.
Six...
My whole back burns, yet I’m feeling pleasure, the desire and wetness pool between my thighs.
Seven...I moan.
Eight...never comes.
As I hear the flogger hit the floor, I attempt to loosen my grip on the bench, but instead I grip it tighter as Hunter’s hard length presses against my drenched core. He teases me over and over, rubbing his cock over my clit, and between my swollen lips. I moan each time he does.
“Please,” I beg.
In one swift move he’s inside me. His thrusts are forceful and fulfilling. His fingers dig into my hips as he works his rhythm, I moan. His shaft strokes my sweet spot over and over, my moans become slightly louder.
“Harder, I want to come,” I whisper, shuddering as my orgasm nears.
“No,” his voice is hoarse.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
That earns me a hand palm across my cheek; the burning and stinging spurs my orgasm closer. I know I won’t be able to last much longer. I start to tighten my muscles around him as he plunges into me. A groan escapes his lips, and I can’t help but feel triumph for my efforts.
“I know what you are doing,” Hunter grunts. “And it’s not going to work. You will not come just yet.”
Hunter slaps me again, hard. I gasp but continue to work my muscles. I need him to give me permission to come, and I need it now. Hunter threads one hand through my hair while the other holds me by the waist. He pulls my head back, and leans over my body.
“Kiss me,” he commands, forcing my head to the side.
I bring my mouth to his, but he tightens the grip on my hair pulling me away.
“Beg me to kiss you,” he says, forcing my head millimetres from his.
“Fuck you,” I bite, not wanting to play this game anymore. My orgasm is closer, and I curl my toes when it nears.
“Now, Kat.”
“Please, I’m going to come.” I say, my mouth falling open as the first wave of pleasure makes my body start to ignite.
“No.”
Hunter pulls his length all the way out of me leaving me empty as my orgasm starts to fade. I scream in frustration as the electric feelings fade into tiny misfiring bundles.
“Patience, Kat.” Hunter says; stroking my back with his hand while the other one still holds my head in place.
“Fuck you and your patience.” I struggle against him as I speak.
“Patience,” he shouts and I still. “Good girl.”
Hunter brings my head up until I’m forced to stand and turns me around. He lets go of my hair and bends to wrap his arms under my thighs as he picks me up. In an instant I’m slammed against the wall and his cock is inside me again, pounding hard. The way he holds me allows my body to bounce of his cock; it makes me gasp and moan louder and louder with each forceful thrust.
I bring my hands up to his face and grab him roughly. The light hair on my chin tickles the palm of my hands as I bring my mouth down on his. He pulls away instantly.
“Kiss me,” I say, pulling his face back to mine.
“Beg,” he grunts as he continues fucking me beyond punishment.
“Please, kiss me.”
“No.”
“Hunter, fucking kiss me,” I scream, forcing his face to mine.
I find his mouth and devour him as his cock devours me. I’m screaming into his within minutes as my orgasm finally shows it’s pretty fucking face again. My climax builds to a point of no return and I can’t stop it. My climax hits and I fall...Hunter slows his forceful thrusts as he climaxes with me.
“Kat, fuck...” Hunter groans as he pumps his hot seed inside me.
“Hunter,” I gasp, as the last shudders leave my body.
“Patience always pays off.” Hunter mumbles, swallowing hard. “It’s time for a shower, and you’re going to be patient while I fuck your mouth.” With that, Hunter carries me to the bathroom and does exactly what he said he’d do. He fucks my mouth slowly while I crave to take control and consume him. He teases me until the water runs cold and the sun starts to come through the stained windows.
When we lay down to sleep, its early morning. Hunter cradles me in his arms while I drift off and dream of beaches and sunsets. Hunter and I hand and hand...
Chapter Twenty-Five
I wake up stiff and feeling hung-over. Lack of sleep and a rough, and I mean a rough night with Hunter would do that to any woman. My back aches, my legs feel like jelly and my knees hurt from being on them for so long in the shower. Hunter’s arm is still across my chest; I remove it slowly before sitting on the edge of the bed.
My feet hit the floor and I feel off balance even though I’m sitting. I stretch my body from side to side, hearing my bones crack into place when I do so. I turn and look at a peacefully sleeping Hunter. His chest rises and falls in rhythm and I ache to touch him again. But I decide to cure my craving with a gym session. I walk out of the room, tiptoeing to make sure I don’t wake sleeping beauty in the process.
I head to my room to get into my gym gear before heading down to have a sparring session with Rumbles. I arrive at the gym and like clockwork, Rumbles is lifting weights. That man could remove a house if you needed it done in a hurry; he has some serious muscles going on. I thump on the glass with my fist until he hears me and turns. I push my face against it, effectively slobbering all over it when I blow a raspberry on it.
He chuckles as he shakes his head and puts the weights down. I contemplate wiping the drool off the glass but decide I’ll give the girls something to do on shift today. I walk into the gym and grab a towel before heading over to the boxing area. Rumbles is already putting on his gloves by the time I get organised and find mine. David brought me a pair when Hunter was away that say, “BITCH BITES,” on each glove.
I slide them onto my small hands and hit them together. Rumbles steps towards me with his guard up and I know it’s on. The playful Kat has left the building and the one who’s about to beat the shit out of Rumbles has returned. I barely have time to get my guard up before Rumbles swings a left, right towards my face. His gloved hand connects with mine just in the nick of time. As he brings his hands back to his body, I swing the
opposite pattern. Right, right, left hit his guarded hands.
“Faster,” he shouts.
I swing faster and connect with his shoulder before he blocks his body. I bounce from foot to foot like Rumbles taught me as I block and punch my opponent.
“Harder, Kat,” he shouts, connecting with my cheek.
I let out a growl at the contact as I swing back, faster, harder....
“I will let you have that one, Rumbles,” I say, shaking my head.
“Whatever, Kat. You’re weak,” he says, a noticeable change in his tone.
I step forward and swing right, left, left, right then add a kick to his ribs. He grunts when my foot connects. I put my guard up again, and bounce on my other foot kicking him in the other side. He catches my leg this time and tips me over. I land with a hard thud on my back. Rumbles lets my leg go and bounces on the spot a few times to keep the adrenaline running through his body. He does a half skip and half hop back over to me and puts out his arm for me to take.
“Again,” he says.
I put up my block when he nears me swinging left and right. I jab him in the ribs twice before his hit connects with my head, whipping it to the side.
“Fucking easy big boy, this face isn’t cheap you know.” I wipe my lip on the towel noticing blood.
“Paybacks a bitch ain’t it?” he laughs, his guard goes up instantly when I near.
“Game on motherfucker,” I shout, kicking into over drive.
After Rumbles beat the shit out of me, I run up to my room for a quick shower. Angel wasn’t coming in til late today and the bar needed to be restocked desperately after last night. I can still hear Hunter snoring when I leave my room to head to the bar. The halls are heaven fucking quiet and it makes me a little nervous. I take the stairs two at a time, feeling better than I have felt in weeks, even though my body physically aches.
