Punished Into Submission (40 page)

“Stop.” I try to pull my hands from his but fail once again.

“Feel it, Kat. Feel it,” he growls, sending delicious shivers all over my body.

“I don’t...” I feel my muscles tightening, and in a desperate attempt to stop them I buck wildly beneath him to break the contact or make him move faster.

“You love it, Kat. Fucking admit it.”

“No.” Yes...

He cock slides in and out of me and I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. Hunter moves our joined hands to beside my head as his strokes become longer, yet harder. I moan and curse. Hunter takes my lip between his teeth gently before he devours my mouth with his own. The feelings I’d been denying, come full force and for some fucked up reason I want to shout, “I love you,” but fear I have no idea what they actually mean. I’m a fucked up mess, but right now, nothing seems more sexually damaged than this moment with him.

One part of me wants him to get off and run. The other wants him to move slower, and take me places I would never dream. I feel myself build and build. My muscles clench around him and I feel him become more precise with his movements. My body is flooded with emotions at the wrong time and tears pool in my eyes, my chest tightens and I want it to go away but they don’t. Tears run down my cheeks and I pray Hunter doesn’t see them. But that’s wishful thinking on my part.

“Kat, look at me,” Hunter whispers.

I shake my head before turning it to the side. I kiss our joined hands over and over.

“Please, look at me,” he pleads, his voice soft and gentle.

“Hunter,” I warn my voice cracks as the tears continue to fall.

Our bodies seem to naturally work as one as we continue to move. I build and build until I can’t build anymore, nor can I hold onto it. I start to come in the most intense and emotional way possible. My mouth finds Hunter’s and we kiss so tenderly and in a normal situation it would make me sick. Hunter follows suit with soft grunts as I moan with feeling.

I get the meaning of my punishment now...lust...

But the feeling I get from it, is love...

L
ove is described as the following...

1) A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

3) Sexual passion or desire.

4) A person whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

I felt all those things and more, when I woke up next to Hunter this morning. The run on the beach was a surprise and a gift. The sand between my toes was the most relaxing feeling but even better than being in subspace. I watched Hunter surf for hours before he tried to teach me how and I tell you what, I have no fucking idea how someone stays upright for so god damn long. I am so fucking uncoordinated it’s not even funny. Every time I stood, I got off balance and practically swallowed half the ocean.

Hunter chased me on the beach when I started a sand fight and hit him right in the center of his back while he was waxing his board. When he tackled me in the water it was on...and I mean on. He carried me into the deep water and we had the same kind of sex that we did last night. Soft, sensual and meaningful. Once again my mind begged my mouth to say those three words that could ruin me forever, but they never came out.

He kissed and touched me like no one had ever touched or kissed me before. I loved the gentle side to Hunter just as much as I loved the rough and edgy side. Over the past weeks, I have learnt so much more about my body and desires. I knew I was walking out of this place with my dignity, but parts of me didn’t want to go. I was starting to think I wanted to be this man’s submissive, if that’s what it was going to take to feel like this every day. I was an addict; remember?

After a glorious morning at the beach, Hunter dropped me off at the mall to get a dress for the ball tonight. He had arranged for me to meet Angel there and afterwards we were having a girly afternoon getting polished and pampered for the big event. I tried on at least fifty dresses, before I found the one. It shocked the shit out of me, but it was a floor length red gown with a lace bodice. I knew my boots would match it well, so shoe shopping was out for me. I let Angel wonder off to do her thing while I went in search for a red tie the same color as my dress. I found one in the first shop I went to, so I had a shot at the strip club across the street while I waited.

Something felt different.

I felt different, really.

My chest tightened when I thought about my now packed bags in my room. I had snuck out while Hunter was in the shower and got everything ready for my getaway in the morning. Shiloh was coming to pick me up on her way out of town. It would be so early that people would be stumbling out of the party and Hunter would probably be preoccupied. I hoped to see Sailor tonight and maybe inconspicuously thank him for everything without him thinking anything was changing. I am still heartbroken that he lied and kept secrets from me. The friendship I thought we had was stronger than that.

By the time we get back to the palace, it’s only a matter of hours before everything starts happening and in less than twelve hours I’ll walk away and never, ever look back. I run up stairs while Angel gets ready in one of the many rooms in palace. We agree to meet downstairs in a few hours for a shot before the party really gets started. When I walk into my room, a lady stands in the corner looking at the pictures on the wall. When she turns, she smiles and steps towards me.

“Mr. Ford sent me up to do your hair and makeup,” she says, smiling sweetly.

“Of course he did,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I will let you shower first, but you better hurry. You were supposed to be back hours ago,” she says, her tone gone from friendly to bitter.

“Who the fuck are you? My mother?” I say, throwing my dress bag on the bed.

“I’m sorry; I’m on a time limit.”

“Good for you,” I snarl, stripping off my clothes in front of her.

She turns around and covers her eyes. For a makeup, hair, or whatever woman she is, she’s pretty vain. I walk into the bathroom and get in the shower, not even bothering to close the door. I wash my hair and scrub my body, making sure to leave any sand I may have picked up here. I swear I had sand in places sand really shouldn’t be. I turn the water off and step out, remembering I forgot my towel. I laugh to myself thinking about my incident with Martin on the first day of being here. I call out to the woman for a towel and she does exactly the same thing as he did. Fucking prudes.

I dry my hair, then my body before wrapping the towel around myself and head into the main bedroom area. A chair is set up in the middle of the room next to a table that’s filled with brushes, curling iron, hair straighter, and lots and lots of makeup supplies. I sit down on the chair and make myself comfortable. When she touches my hair, I spin quickly grabbing her wrists with my hands.

“You make me look like a clown, and I will make your death look like an accident,” I snarl.

She nods quickly and I let her go feeling satisfied that my message got across safely.

~*~*~*~*~*~

T
wo hours and twenty-three minutes later, I stand in front of the mirror and eye this bitch’s handiwork. She is very good at what she does and I look fucking amazing...My hair is straightened, but has tight ringlets at the ends. The dark grey and silver eye shadow makes my eyes stand out, along with the thick layer of black eye liner. My lips are red like cherries, which compliments my skin. My boots hide under my dress, but when I walk the shiny red tips stick out. Angel stopped by to tell me she was going down to meet some friends, but all she got out was, “holy shit, you’re a woman.”

She held me close and told me she was so glad I walked into her life and that she wanted to stay in touch. I lied to her and said we would. I wanted to tell her the truth, but I knew she would spill the beans on my whole secret plan. It actually killed me to lie to her. When she walked, a tear rolled down my cheek and I had to wipe it away quickly. I just couldn’t ruin my makeup.

I walk down the hall and turn at the steps. I take a deep breath, calming my pending nerves. I start down the stairs that lead to the ballroom noting the masses of people. The whole room is filled with men in crisp, clean suits and women wearing ball gowns. I do a quick scan to make sure no one has the same dress as I do. Looking across the crowded room, I spot the most handsome of men, Hunter. His black suit and red tie stand out the most because he matched my dress. It was something we had joked about this morning at the beach. It made me part nervous and part joyous that these little things happened. I descended down the stairs never taking my eyes off him; like he could sense me staring, his eyes came up to meet mine.

It was like time stopped and it was just the two of us in the room together; only distance stood between us. I diverted my eyes when Arrow came up and took my hand, helping me down the last few stairs.

“You look breathtaking, Kat,” Arrow whispers, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

“Thank you, Arrow. But don’t get soft on me now, you’re a big bad Master remember,” I joked, slapping him playfully.

Arrows’ eyes bared my soul. He took a deep, sharp breath and nodded. He saw straight through me and I hated it, but loved that I didn’t have to speak those words. I was going home tomorrow whether I wanted to or not. The sad, unspoken words cut deep, but I nodded and smiled through the heartache. After tomorrow, I would be alone, again. But I don’t think I would ever be the same person I was before. Hunter had changed me, whether it was a good or bad thing, I have yet to find out.

Arrow continues to escort me down the flight of stairs and I follow. My friendship with him is weird, yet wonderful and if it wasn’t for him, I think I may have killed Hunter early in the game. It’s funny that I call what Hunter and I have a game. It was always bound to be something fun, dangerous and chilling; yet cat and mouse always suited us best.

Arrow sighed and I knew something was coming. He had this way to make light of everything and while it was refreshing, it wasn’t what I wanted.

“Kat, listen...” I held my hand up to stop him.

“No, you listen. I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

“I’m so glad we met. It’s been great having you here, and getting to know you.” We hit the bottom of the stairs, but Arrow never let me go. “Come dance with me. Let’s make him jealous.”

I giggled helplessly, finally starting to relax.

Arrow led me to the dance floor and the crowd parted as we entered. I would like to think it was my ferociousness, but I think it was the fact that Arrow was about to dance with the Mistress being made submissive. My story had been on everyone’s lips for weeks, and unfortunately for the wrong reasons, I was the word around this tight community. Simon really did a number on me at the party on Friday night.

Snow Patrol sings about Chasing Cars as we enter the near empty space. Arrow spins me until I’m firmly in his arms. His hands sit on my lower back, and my hands come up to rest on his shoulders. As we move to the song, I try hopelessly to block the words and the people that surround us. As I move closer to Arrow, he holds me tighter; the comfort I gather from him hurts. It should be Hunter; I want him to hold me like this always.

“Don’t let anyone get you down; you’re better than that, Kat.” Arrow whispers those sweet, untrue words to me as a tear slides down my cheek.

I quickly wipe it away, praying no one sees it. Last thing I wanted was to be confronted because of stupid emotions that appear out of fucking nowhere.

“Can I interrupt?”

Arrow steps away from me, and looks between Hunter and I. I put my big girl panties on, which I decided to wear tonight, and nod. How hard could it be to dance with the man that broke my walls and made me love?

“You break her, Hunter, and I will kill you myself.” Arrow shoots a warning to his brother and I cringe.

Getting between these two was never an intention. But Arrow and I have so much in common, and he is a great person with so much going for him in life. He is one person who needs to get out before this world fully consumes him and he ends up cold, and broken just like his other brothers.

“Do not threaten me, Arrow.” The men step forward, chest-to-chest.

“Stop it, both of you. Grow the fuck up and enjoy the party,” I hiss. “Hunter, come dance with me.”

I grab his hand and lead him further into the now over crowded dance floor. Placing my hand in his outreached right hand, I step close, closer than I was with Arrow. His hand finds the small of my back and my hand holds his shoulder firmly. We sway as ‘Passengers’ Let Her Go plays. The words hit me hard from the start, almost like a sign.

But nothing prepares me the moment those devastating words are sung in my ear.

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

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T
he tears start to fall harder as Hunter pulls me closer. I see David through my tears talking to Arrow as they watch Hunter and I dance. David gives me a soft smile and I smile through the flowing emotions.

“Hush, don’t cry,” Hunter whispers in my ear with the break of music.

It all gets too much and before I know it, I’m walking out of the ballroom and out onto the balcony that overlooks the pool. I wipe my tears before they turn to devastating sobs.

“Kat.” I wipe my stray tears and turn quickly.

“What’s up, James?” I say, smiling.

“I want to tell you something.” He steps forward and grabs my hand in his. “I’ve done something terrible for money, and you deserve to know the truth.”

I shake my head trying to figure out what he’s talking about.