Punished Into Submission by Holly Carter

feel around the walls for the lights, but I can’t feel anything but cool stone. Everything down here is stone and metal. Why they have these rooms under a church is beyond me, but the more I think about it, the scarier the world of churches becomes.
    As I continue to feel my way along the wall, I kick a something hard. It scrapes along the floors.
    “Fuck.” I curse, my voice echoes in the vacant room.
    My fingers trace over something on the wall and I press down sending the darkness into daylight. My mouth falls open, and my mind runs wild instantly. A bed exactly the same as Hunter’s takes up the floor; every wall is covered with everything a Mistress, or Master could ever want. Rows and rows of ropes, chains, whips, floggers, paddles, canes, crops, cuffs, spreader bars, sex toys...everything.
    I clamp my hands together and rub them. I plan in my mind, how to attack James and steal his keys without him knowing. This is the kind of room I could sleep in without missing home too much. I walk toward the door and slide the bolt, locking myself in, and anyone looking for me out. Starting at the far wall, I walk over and take down the pink handled crop. Flicking it against my palm I admire the fast, sharp tingle that spreads.
    I place it back and pick up the red crop with the wider tip, doing the same. I like it more, it’s harsher, and more bite less punch. Whilst holding the crop, I walk over to the restraints and pick up the fluffy pink cuffs, laughing at the thought of Hunter restrained with such a device. I continue to wander around each wall, looking and admiring. I’m in heaven to say the least, and I’m not sure how long I would be able to keep the secret of knowing where I was.
    “Oh, anal beads.” I pick up the red row and smile at a past memory.
    My body shivers, and my senses awaken suddenly. Instinct tells me I’m not alone and I turn in a flash.
    “Do you always talk to yourself?”
    “Yes.”
    Stepping forward, Hunter takes the crop, cuffs and anal beads out of my hand and places them on the bed. Hunter reaches out, and grabs my hand pulling me to him. I open my mouth to say something smart assed, but he places his finger over my lips, stopping me. I have this urge to bite him, but the urge is gone when he drops to his knees in front of me. The new urge is for me to dominate him, and have him do everything I want to do, under my rules, my game...
    Starting at my ankles, he runs his hands from my ankles up my calves. I sway slightly when he tickles the soft skin behind my knees. Hunter trails his hands a little further until he grips my thighs. He pulls me close, and I have to step to stop myself from falling. I reach down and run my hands through his messy hair when he rubs his rough facial hair against my thigh.
    “You smell delicious.” Hunter says roughly.
    “I taste good too. In fact, so good you’ll want the recipe.” I stop running my hand through his hair, when he stops abruptly and looks up at me with those dangerous eyes.
    “Oh, Kat. You are so sure, aren’t you?” Hunter lets go of my thighs and grabs my wrists as I pull them away from his hair. In a quick movement he is on his feet and shuffling me backwards until my back hits a hard surface.
    “I’m sure of...” I don’t get to finish my smartass remark because Hunter silences me with shock.
    The shock of each wrist being cuffed above my head. I look up and watch his every move, somewhat intrigued by the act; he does it so timely and carefully in a way. When each wrist is cuffed, he puts his fingers between the cold metal and my skin testing the tightness. I don’t tell him that I want it tighter, or that I prefer something a little more vicious. Instead, I close my eyes and relax my head against the board. When he taps my feet with his, I spread my legs until he calls stop. As predicted each ankle is cuffed and the same routine is done as before. The ankle cuffs are a little tighter than my wrists but I don’t care to ask