Punished Into Submission (7 page)

“Tell me what you like about this toy of yours.”

I hold back a moan as two fingers become three, and the speed on the vibrator is turned up a notch.

“It’s reliable, and knows how to find the spot.” I pant.

“I’m sure when I fuck you, my cock will find that spot and hit it better than anything you have ever had or will have.” His rough voice spoke in my ear.

“Promises, promises ....”

Hunter works his fingers wildly, making me wetter than I could have imagined in this situation. As my hips begin to rock against his rhythm, the vibrations rattle me, sending goose bumps over my skin. Hunter’s mouth licks at my becoming sweaty skin, and I can almost taste the sweet bliss that’s forming.

But it all stopped suddenly, halting the urges that were so close, yet so far away.

My body was empty seconds later and the buzzing noise ceased.

“Patience.” He spoke quietly.

Fuck patience, I wanted an orgasm.

Hunter slid his wet fingers up my body until he was cupping my breast with his free hand.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I did as he asked; opening my legs as much as I could without falling.

Instantly I felt the cool tip of the vibrator enter me from behind. In and out, in and out it went a few times before the vibrations rattled me. Hunter began to thrust it harder into me while he pinched and rolled my nipples.

“Can I make you come like this?” Hunter licks, sucks, than bites my neck.

My neck is the one place that gets me every fucking time, and he found it. I let out a moan, that’s deep and throaty. I sense Hunters grin of achievement against my skin, before he repeats his action, once again gaining another throaty moan from me.

As he continued to fuck me, hard, with my own pleasuring device I rocked my hips with it. The light began to flash and I wasn’t far off the prize and I’d be fucked if he was taking it from me second time around. I needed something more, something just a little harder...

“Are you going to fuck me?” I question just as the speed is accelerated.

“No,” it was simple.

But I wanted it.

And I always got what I wanted.... Well, most times.

“Why?” as I spoke, I made a moaning sound.

My orgasm rocketed through me sending spasms of pleasure throughout my body. I love my toy, but it takes more than ten seconds to get me off. As I ride the first waves of the explosion, I’m left empty.

I protest instantly.

I shut my mouth the instant Hunter’s tongues enters me. It darts in and out quickly, flicking the right spot over and fucking over. He continues to lap at the wetness that’s formed. The last of my orgasm is ridden out on Hunter’s face, and fuck me, I love it.

“If this is the reaction I get out of you with this, imagine what I can do with almost eleven inches.”

His words ring in my ears as I close my eyes and sigh in satisfaction. I’m aware of the cuffs being removed and being picked up and placed into bed. I open my eyes just as Hunter leans down and kisses my cheek before he retreats out the door. I was a little confused and a lot lost as he walked away. The feelings of now sleeping alone haunted me a little and I wished Sailor were here to comfort me if the dreams started.

Closing my tired eyes, I prayed to god that tonight, those monsters were just as tired as I was.

T
he sound of drilling woke me.

I sit up quickly when a loud thud and the word “fuck” gets thrown into the air. I rub my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming or seeing things. Some guy in an orange shirt is removing my door, unscrewing it from the hinges and walking away with it. The curse happens when he dropped it on his toe, and straight away I wanted to scream karma.

As he walks around the corner, Hunter enters looking at the frame where the door was then back at me. He looks as tasty as ever in his black jeans and shirt. He smile gets wider as he walks closer.

“Where’s my door going?” I ask, as Hunter sits on the bed next to me.

“New rules.” He says, taking a seat on the bed. “I have this theory, and I want to try it out.”

“I’m not an experiential project, Hunter.”

“I know, call it a series of lessons that will also teach you new things for when you leave here.”

A series of lessons? Hmm...sounds interesting and I’m intrigued. At the end of the day, I know I’m the one with the power in this little arrangement and that’s what matters overall.

I put out my hand for Hunter to shake; he looks at it before meeting my eyes and placing his large hand in mine. Flashbacks come to life and I remember those skilled fingers inside me, moving, feeling...

Hunter pulls my hand, making me fall forward and turn onto my back. His hard body covers me seconds later, his breath in my ear.

“Are you thinking about last night?”

I wriggle, and then remember I won’t get away from his strong grip. His hands are huge; they cover my dainty hands easily. Instead, I manoeuvre my body under his, so his hips rest upon mine. Hunter is dressed, and I am naked but the evidence of his arousal digs into my thigh.

“You haven’t kissed me yet.” I say, smiling sinfully.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Kat?”

“No, just thought I would point it out.”

“Are you always this...?” Hunter trails off, allowing me to finish his thought.

“Charming? Sexy? Crazy hot? Oh, I know...Perfect? Yes, yes I am.”

My charm and wit earns me a smile and a shake of his head. He has, by far, the sexiest smile I have ever seen. With his perfect white teeth, and his delicious lips...I’m grateful he’s holding me down; otherwise I would probably bite him, just for a simple taste.

“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.