Master of Punishment (2 page)

“Lucky I got her
e when I did.” Sailor says, handing me a drink.

I take it from him and down it instantly. Sailor raises his hand towards the bar and puts two fingers up indicating two more drinks.
I pace back and forth for a moment and it takes everything I have not to walk over to that table and knock him the fuck out. Within a few minutes the waiter brings us another round of drinks. I lean against the rail and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I don’t want to go home angry; it will only land me in trouble.

Chapter Two

“So, how’s the hunt for the perfect club going?” Sailor
asks, changing the subject after the whole Simon debacle. I look over Sailor’s shoulder and throw Simon a greasy look. Fuck I hate that we are related.

“Going…” I keep the answer short.

“I heard of this church coming up for grabs soon. It will be perfect for what you want it for.”

I nod as I sip my drink.

“It burned down, needs some work. Nothing we can’t handle.” Sailor continues to tell me about the church. As he talks, my anger slowly dissipates. I still continue to watch Simon with the crowd of people to have flocked to his side. Several people I know are congregating around him and I will have to ask them what they know, later.

“You are staring,
Hunter.” I turned to see Sailor.

I clenched my jaw tight. Fuck my brother
really does piss me off.

“I’m feeling a little violent right now.” I said, downing the last of my scotch.

“You have a pretty little blonde for that, friend.” Sailor steps forward and pats my back.

I did have a pretty little blonde for th
at, but she isn’t into it much these days. Not like she used to be. Natasha wanted more. The more I felt I couldn’t give her. Not this time. Countless naked, half naked, leather cladded women and men walked the halls in every direction. It was almost time to start the festivities and tonight I wasn’t so keen to join in after all. Signalling to the waiter I ordered another straight scotch. I needed something to calm my near shot nerves.

“
Easy there, you don’t want to be half cut before the scenes start.” Sailor stated.

“I will be fine.
Just worry about you,” I bit out. “So where is this pretty little thing you have not stopped talking about all week?”

Sailor smiled and nodded towards the bar.

As the crowed moved a redheaded girl stood talking to several other guests. She was dressed all in white. White corset, garter belt, stockings, and white knee high boots. When she turned around, my breath caught and my cock twitched. She was fucking stunning. Her almost pale skin, made those blood red lips stand out in her pretty face. She looked like a doll. Fragile, haunted, precious…….. Submissive. More than that, she looked like the challenge I needed.

I turned back to
Sailor who was practically drooling. The waiter stopped and handed out several beverages.

“
How the fuck did that happen?” I asked, taking the scotch off the tray as the waiter patiently waits.

“
She’s a beauty right?”

I turned back to the girl. She was
now facing our direction; a soft smile splayed across her face no doubt for Sailor. Her eyes caught my attention. Green like emeralds.

“
Is she submissive?” I couldn’t help the question.

“
Trying to make her that way,” Sailor said, slightly irritated. “She’s fucking feisty, and like a fucking pocket rocket. I’m having trouble keeping my hands off her.”

That made me laugh
. Sailor needs to take a page or two from my book. He’s too fucking soft. As we continued to stare several men approached the girl. They would lean in and whisper words to her; she would shake her head and continue conversation with the next person.

“
What’s her name?” I asked, curious.

“Kat
.”

“What?” I look at Sailor confused.

“Kat,” Sailor said, sipping his drink. Not fazed by the confused look on my face.

“Kat
? What kind of name is that?”

“What kind of name is
Hunter?” Sailor bit back.

“It’s a dangerous name, better than Sailor.”

We both laugh and continue to stare. I watch Kat as she stands at the bar. Both her hands hold a glass to her delicious red lips, she sways slightly as she talks to a tall man. He is built like a tank. His shoulders are broad, with muscles on muscles. His buzz cut makes him look like he belongs in the navy. I can’t see his face, but his tone is overpowering.

“Who the fuck is that?”
I ask Sailor as I point to the buff guy.

“That’s Commander. He and Kat have been friends for ages. I don’t fucking like him.”
Sailor says as he catches a waiter passing by. He puts his glass on the tray and grabs two more scotches.

“
That bad?”

I know
Sailor pretty damn well, and it takes a lot to get on his bad side.

“
Yep.”

Sailor raises his glass and I raise mine. I never take my eyes off Kat
, secretly I hope she will look my way again so I can get a more in depth look at her.

“How did you end up with her?” I’m so fucking curious. Someone like her should be tied to a cross, cuffed to a bed; on her knees… someone like her should be sucking my fucking cock.

“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 wi
ll 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 wom
an 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 spi
tting 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.