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  “Finally.”

  “Go easy on her at first Hunter, she will break soon enough,” Sailor says.

  “I know what I’m doing. Trust me,” I hear him laugh. “I will see you in a few days, and when I return this little one, you will be grateful.”

  “I want her intact when she returns, including her mind,” Sailor warns.

  “Are you telling me I can’t fuck with it?” Hunter laughs.

  I hear Sailor murmur a string of curses. What are they talking about?

  “She’s a fucking firecracker; why the hell can’t I play with her in more ways than one?”

  “She isn’t like them; well, not in that way. Just, bring her back to me with something that resembles who she is now.”

  I risked a glace up; both men were staring at me, Sailor with worry in his eyes and ...something resembling pain.

  At that moment, I thought this might actually work out well...

  Chapter Two

  God bless resistance.

  And thank fuck I have it.

  I sit in the back of the Cadillac Escalade right up against the door so I’m touching it...I have decided that I am going to hide in my room for the next thirty days and avoid this arrogant ass at all costs. The only thing I want him to show me is where the fucking booze is. We both sit in silence on the way to the Palace. I have heard enough about this place to know that I won’t like it. I may be a bitch, the hard ass, and one sexy motherfucker who is fearless...but I like what I’m used to, new things tend to piss me off a little.

  “I won’t bite you know, well, not hard anyway.” I turn to Hunter who sits with a smug smile.

  At this point, I just want to knock it right off his smug fucking face.

  “Ha, you don’t scare me, Hunter.” I turn back to look out the window.

  I can’t let myself fail at this. I know Sailor has a point, and deep down I want to make him happy; and if this is how I am going to repay him than so be it, but I will never, ever, kiss this man’s feet. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me in a moment of weakness, or thinking he can make me submit.

  “The next thirty days will go quickly if you cooperate with me. If you let it, it will be the best thirty days of your life.”

  The nerve of this man.

  The best thirty days of my life? Really?

  I continued to look out the window, showing how unfazed I wanted to be about this whole situation. I watched as the trees travelled past us in fast forward; I had never been told where we were actually going but I guessed it was in the upper class area of town. Children played on sidewalks in peace. Throwing balls, jumping with skipping ropes, drawing with chalk...all the things I missed out on as a child. I had to grow up and was independent from the time I could walk. My mother often forgot to feed me, bath me; even at times she left me nowhere to sleep. One thing I remember about her was how pretty she had always been. She had the bluest eyes, and the softest strawberry blonde hair. When I thought about how pretty she was, I thought of a porcelain doll. Her skin was milk white, and soft. I remember the moments when she was everything a mother should be, but they are always over clouded by the moments when she was nothing to me but a self-centred bitch.

  When a soft hand caresses mine, I pull my hand back immediately.

  “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, your skin is pallor.” Hunter’s voice is soft, unnerving.

  “Fine.” I say, readjusting myself in the seat.

  I continue to stare out the window saying nothing. My head leans against the glass, and I try hard not to think about the past. Because I’ve always been told, the past will always come back to haunt you and I dread that day more than I am going to dread the next thirty. I close my eyes and listen as the tyres grip the road and make white noise. I was exhausted and I had only been awake for two hours. Peaceful slumber took me, and I prayed the nightmares would stay away long enough to get through this.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~

  “We’re here.”

  I opened my eyes in an instant. As I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of Hunter exiting the car. That tight ass in blue jeans wasn’t a totally bad sight to wake up to. It was one hope that I would see that ass for the next thirty days. Something good may come of this yet. I half expected Hunter to open the door but he doesn’t, which is fine by me. I open the door and step out into the cold morning air. Looking at the massive wooden doors in front of me, I cringe. I’m about to walk into what used to be a church but is now a palace of pleasure, one would say. From what I hear the renovations have been going on for a while, and it was going to be the biggest and best BDSM club.

  I always had this feeling if I ever walked into a church it would burn to the fucking ground. Hunter stood in the wooden archway holding the large doors open. I still can’t believe I am doing this, but I suck it up and will my legs to move. I take the four stone steps and stand next to Hunter, surprisingly enjoying the smell of him. He has his spicy, muscular smell about him that stirs the nerves inside me. I shake that thought immediately.

  “This is my house and my rules. We will go over them this afternoon.” He says, moving to the side and gesturing for me to walk ahead of him.

  I step inside, inhaling the smell of imprisonment. This was going to be my home for the next thirty days whether I wanted it to be or not. I should make the most of it, and with the parties that were going to happen, I was going to rock the shit out of this situation.

  “I will give you a grand tour later, right now you need to get your things packed away and settled.” Hunter starts towards the staircase.

  I followed behind him up the grand staircase. It was breathtakingly beautiful. On the first platform it split into two, one way went left, the other right. Hunter looked over his shoulder at me as we made our way to the right side of the staircase; I met his eyes with my own, and then looked away quickly. I was actually feeling guilty for staring at his ass earlier. It was a nice ass, who wouldn’t look at it?

  “Your room is the second on the right.” Hunter’s rugged voice booms.

  I notice the stain glass windows. They were gorgeous. I stopped following and veered off to have a look. Each window told a story, and what a story it was. The last supper, the birth, the death. While it mildly turned me on, it also broke my heart.

  My fingers followed the glass as it changed colour. It was cool from the outside temperature but it felt nice against my skin. I thought Hunter was crazy for having brought a church and turning it into a BDSM club and his house, but I kind of like it.

  “Are you finished touching things you shouldn’t?”

  I turn and see Hunter leaning against the wall, arms across his chest, feet crossed at his ankles. He’s relaxed, smartassed, and smirking.

  “I wanted to touch it; I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed,” I say, sarcasm showing in my voice.

  “If you want to touch something just ask. Be assured however, that I have plenty of other things I would rather you touch with those delicate little fingers.” Hunter kicks off the wall, and stalks towards me in a few short steps.

  With my back against the last supper, I swallow hard. How can this stranger bring out the submissive qualities in me? I don’t want to be the submissive; I want to be the dominant. I want to be the hard ass, the whip barer, and the rule maker...

  “This is my house, and my rules. I say suck me, you say, how hard, Master.” Hunter leans in close; the smell of his aftershave fills my nasal passages.

  I want to eat him...

  But, on my terms not his.

  “Whatever you say, Hunter.” I say, smirking, pretending like he doesn’t affect me.

  I chant, ‘stay strong’ over fifty times in my head hoping it will sink in soon and I will actually do as I say. It’s only been five hours and I am already thinking about ripping his fucking clothes off and having my wicked way with him.

  I look into the fiery pools of green in Hunter’s eyes; his dilated pupils tell me he is possibly thinking the same thing as I am
. I wonder who will break first, me or him?

  “Whatever you are thinking in that pretty head of yours, stop. I can see it in your eyes.” His hand grazes my cheek. “Be assured, Kat, you will call me Master by the time you leave here. You will submit to me fully.”

  I flinch instinctively.

  Straight away, he drops his hand and steps back. Clearing his throat, Hunter gestures towards the hall. I get the hint and straighten myself before walking towards the room. I open the door and my heart skips a few beats. The room is huge. The bed is huge. I love my room at Sailor’s, but I will be requesting a bed like this when I get back there.

  The room is old fashioned. Dark furniture, old wooden floors that have been polished recently, rustic old iron posted bed with canopy. My luggage is sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, which makes the room look untidy. My compulsive disorder kicks in and I want to move it in an instant. But as I approach the bed, out the corner of my eye I see the bathroom.

  It’s massive.

  The luggage can wait. I walk into the open room and smile. Spa, shower, separate bath, towel dryer...everything you could want is in here. I frown at the shower however, when I notice two separate showerheads. I turn back to Hunter who is leaning against the doorframe; his arms are crossed over his chest.

  “Who designed the bathroom?” I ask, trying to show the disapproval on my face.

  “I did.” His answer is simple.

  Of course he did. I nod in response to his answer. I take another look around before walking past him and out into the bedroom. I need to unpack if I am going to spend the next thirty days here. I walk over and pick up my bags and deposit them onto the bed.

  I had no idea who actually packed my bags for me, but when I start pulling out my clothes, I know straight away it was Sailor. The outfits give it away. Everything is sexy and they are all my favourite things to wear. That man knows me too well some days. Hunter sits casually on the bed, and stares as I continue to pull out my personal items.

  As I reach the bottom I pull out my red vibrator and chuck it on the bed with everything else. Trust Sailor and his ability to rock my world from far away. I laugh in my head at the personal joke.

  “What’s this for?” Hunter holds up my red toy.

  My ability to come up with smart assed and witty comebacks is fearless.

  “For when you tell me to go fuck myself.” I smile. “But I have a feeling I will need it with you; not sure you know how to satisfy my cravings.”

  Hunter rises instantly and stands beside me. I still feel brave even though I probably shouldn’t.

  “I have a few tricks when it comes to vibrators and whips; let me know when you want to learn a thing of two.” I say, unable to control myself.

  I’m facedown before I can blink. Dominating Hunter is in the building and ready to play with fiery me, by the looks.

  “We need to set a few ground rules here. Firstly, keep that smart mouth to yourself unless asked to use it. And by use it, I mean suck me off. Secondly,” Hunter grips my hair, and pulls roughly. “You will do as I say, when I say. I am your Master; whether you play nice or not, it’s your issue, but be assured I will punish you, I will test you, I will push your limits, but I will teach you things you never thought existed. You are mine, Kat.”

  I let his words sink in. I am his...he failed to mention the thirty days part; I choose not to correct him, because the bathroom calls me.

  “If you’re finished, I’d like to use the amenities before I piss myself.”

  “This conversation is not over, unpack your shit and meet me downstairs. You have twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” Hunter lets me go and I hear his feet pad across the floor.

  I roll onto my back and stretch my body, with a smile. This could actually be fun. Pissing people off is my forte. I sit up and notice him standing in the doorway.

  “Anything else you want to verbally vomit before you leave?” I smile, not letting him walk over me.

  Hunter shakes his head before walking out completely.

  I get up off the bed and finish unpacking my belongings. The walk in wardrobe is fucking massive, I swear I could fit the bed in there; in fact I think if I did I would probably feel more at home, more comfortable. I have never been the kind of girl that takes to diamonds and pearls and huge mansions, and money. After my childhood, I’m just glad to be alive. However, some days, I wish my life turned out differently. I wish I were stronger than this front of me. But, I am how I am, and I’d be fucked if I was going to change it for anyone.

  After everything was packed away, I walked out the door with no intention on meeting Hunter. I was going to explore the palace and get a feel for the place; find out where the hiding places were, and I needed to find the stash of alcohol before the day was over. Tonight, I was getting trashed and having me some fun. This place was busy, so surely someone would walk through those doors that were in for a little trouble themselves.

  I look around and can’t believe what I see. It was built in the seventh century and the main purpose was for sinners to confess their sins and wash their hands of evil. I thought it fitted well for someone like him, and well me too really. This church is almost famous; the disaster that closed it down was all over the television and radios for weeks. It was struck by fire ten years ago, the people in the Manhattan district rallied to get it rebuilt, but within months of the refurbish the priest was arrested for rape. I was fifteen at the time, and I knew this church well.

  I walk down the stairs and admire several pictures that hung on the walls. I reached out to touch them, but movement behind me stopped my actions. As I turned around Hunter stood with several men, but he was looking at me.

  “Is this all yours now?” I asked Hunter.

  He nods, and then turns his attention back to the group of men he is standing with.

  “I bet you paid a pretty penny for it,” I say casually.

  I know he’s not actively listening but I know he is watching my every move. Instinct I call it. The ability to know when you’re in trouble, and when you’re not...and right now, I have no idea what I’m in for. The renovations are gorgeous, but he has kept it as original as possible. The old stone building is strong with a mainly wooden and marble interior. It’s pure heaven in my eyes. The stain glass windows were removed from the arches and replaced with stone. The windows have been taken out on the first level, and most in the second, I could see that from when I exited the car.

  “Do you want a tour?” Hunter’s rugged voice startles me slightly.

  “Yes, Please.”

  Hunter shocks me by taking my hand in his and walking me over to the main entrance where we walked in.

  “As you can see all the windows have been removed. The only ones that remain are in the top level which is now bedrooms and bathrooms, and the punishment room.”

  Punishment room...oh my. I can’t wait to see that!

  “I moved several of the stained glass windows to the top level, and they are very effective if you ask me. The last judgement, crucifixion, the resurrection...but my favourite is The Death and Assumption of the Virgin Mary and that is right next to the capture and crucifixion in the punishment room,” Hunter stops briefly, his eyes wide with excitement. This man needs a fucking hobby. “Maybe I’m just crazy, but I also called my dungeons after each of these stories. If you ask me why I did it, I would have to say I have no idea, but the idea fitted at the time.”

  I listened as Hunter continued to talk. If not for anything, for the passion that he spoke with when he talked about this palace, which was more than that. It was his home.

  “The dungeons remained in place as they would come in handy for what the club detailed. Masters and Mistresses Palace is now my life and soul. Sailor, Rumbles, and I have worked hard for years trying to make a safe environment for like-minded people. This was going to be the first BDSM club in this district, with hopefully plenty more to come in the near future. With over a hundred rooms upstairs, it is going to be every man
and woman’s wet dream. Of course, all that is coming in time. Right now we have use of about twenty plus the dungeons. The whole downstairs area is turning into a bar, which anyone can use. But it’s the VIP’s that will get to use the rest of the facility.”

  Hunter finishes explaining and stares. I am in total shock. Sailor is in on this and I have no fucking idea. My heart sinks a little at the thoughts of Sailor keeping secrets from me. I can handle a lot of things, but secrets and lies are not one of them. They are my hard limits. My whole life I have lived around secrets and lies and I will never, ever go back to that place.

  The sound of several voices entering breaks me out of my thoughts. I lift my head to find Hunter still looking at me, his head tilted slightly to the side.

  “What?’ I snap, a little harsher than necessary but I don’t have time for games.

  “Nothing.” Hunter says, letting go of my hand. “Give me a minute and I will take you on that tour.”

  I watch as he walks over to the big guy and stretches his hand out to shake it. Hunter is probably one of the sexiest men I have ever seen... and I have seen a few. The big guy points to the open space and back at a large sheet of paper he has in his hand. Hunter just leans over and listens, shaking his head and pointing; oblivious to me checking out his ass, and strong frame. I would bet that man has muscles on muscles.

  I would do anything to dominate him. To have him at my mercy. Watch him fall apart on top, or underneath me. Hear him calling my name as he climaxes...

  “Kat, come here.” Hunter clicks his fingers at me like I’m some sort of pet.

  I roll my eyes and step towards him and his company, being mindful not to show any of those previous thoughts on my face. As I approached, Hunter reached out and threaded his fingers through my own. I looked from our interlocked hands to his face with an arched brow.

  “Kat, this is Barry. He is my building contractor. You will see him around a lot over the next thirty days. Please keep out of his way and I am sure he will keep out of yours. Barry, this is Kat.”