Punished Into Submission by Holly Carter Page A

why.
    I feel Hunter’s breath on my face and then hear it change slightly. I open my eyes cautiously. Green eyes stare down at me, and I lick my lips out of habit. I watch in somewhat of amusement as Hunter does the same before his eyes fixated my now moist mouth. I can tell he is thinking about kissing me, because I know I am thinking about the same thing.
    “Why don’t you kiss your Submissive’s?” I ask, leaning my body as far forward as I can. Hunter pulls on my wrist restraints and the cuffs tighten slightly.
    His eyes meet mine again, and he steps closer bringing our faces closer together.
    “Because it’s my rule. A rule I have had for a very long time and it reminds me of certain things.” As Hunter speaks he brings his hand up and brushes the lose locks away from my eyes.
    “That’s a shit rule.”
    “Why is it a shit rule, Kat?”
    “Because I want you to kiss me.”
    “Why?”
    “Does it matter?”
    “Yes.”
    I growl in frustration. When Hunter smiles I know it was his intention all along. The son of a bitch has me right where he wants me and it gives him great power to prove me powerless in this situation. Hunter smiles as he leans in slightly before changing direction and backing away. The smile turns into a rough laugh as he walks over and picks up the items I had picked up earlier. I watch him put them away and walk to the cupboard at the back of the room.
    “Red, blue, or purple?” Hunter calls over his shoulder.
    Not knowing if he is talking about the colour my ass will be when he is finished with me, or the colour of something exciting, I say the first colour that comes to mind which is also my favourite.
    “Red.”
    “Reason behind the colour, Kat?”
    “Reds my colour,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Can’t you see it matches my eyes?”
    Hunter grabs something out of the cupboard then closes the door before making his way over to me. Whatever he had in his hand is now behind his back; hiding it like a child does with something they shouldn’t have. I wonder how things got to this point when a few minutes ago I was looking for my door.
    “Where’s my door, Hunter?” I ask sternly, and add a touch of pissed off Kat to the mix.
    “Where’s your manners?” Hunter stops right in front of me, and uses one hand to tilt my chin to meet his stern gaze.
    “I never claimed to have any; you are the one who thinks I have them.”
    Hunter shakes his head and makes a tsking noise several times. His grip on my chin tightens slightly before turning my head and nipping my neck with his teeth. It’s quick, painful and leaves moisture in its wake.
    “You show me your manners and I may give you something you want.” Hunter whispers against my skin.
    I think about the requests before a small bubble of laughter breaks free.
    “Something funny?” Hunter licks, and then kisses my neck where his teeth have marked me.
    “What makes you think I want anything from you? Who is sure of themselves now?” I continue to laugh and the sound echoes throughout the darkened room.
    Before I have finished speaking, I feel Hunters free hand and something cold between my legs. The vibrations from the objects tickle my thigh then quickly move to my sex. I always forget to put panties on, and this morning was no different. Hunter makes a small noise, kind of like a groan when he realises this. The backs of his fingers brush over the bare, smooth skin before he brushes the object over the same path.
    “Close your eyes, and don’t move.” Hunter orders as he lets go of my chin.
    My eyes close on their own as I wait for the next move. I don’t wait long. One, long finger strokes, then enters me. It’s soon removed and replaced with two. Hunter pushes his fingers into me before pulling them out to the tip, and repeats this several times. My wetness forms fast and after several moments I know his fingers are drenched with my flavours.
    I hold my breath as he pushes the object into me, and leaves it there. His