Free Punished Into Submission by Holly Carter Page A

and freezer. There’s an island bench in the middle, and racks of pots hanging from the ceiling.
    In my mind, I am picturing myself standing their cooking cakes. I love to bake. Cooking cakes is my weakness; I love sweet, sugary, blissful things.
    “Kat.”
    I shake my head and turn to Arrow. He’s as handsome as his brother, but their eyes are different. Where Hunters are green, Arrows are Hazel. He is smaller in frame but muscular. They share the same domineering voice however; the voice that makes those tiny hairs stand on end, and goose bumps cover your skin.
    “Hunter tells me you know Jessie Sailor.” Arrow says, as he cracks eggs into the bowl.
    “I do. Sailor looks after me.” I look away as I speak.
    “You’re his prize, why the fuck are you here then?” James turns on the stool to face me; he puts his hand on my knee, and starts to slide it up. “Are you here for some fun, because babe, I’m all for fun.”
    “Well, James. As it turns out, I am here for fun.” I lean in a little closer and cover his roaming hand with mine.
    “James,” I look up unsure as to whose voice I heard initially. But when I see Arrow’s face, I know it was him.
    “Chill, Arrow. It’s just fun.”
    In three wide steps, Arrow is standing in front of James.
    “She belongs to Hunter, you know the rules. Touch her, and it will be the end.” I giggle when Arrow says I belong to Hunter.
    Both eyes land on me when I snort helplessly. I cover my mouth and continue to laugh ignoring the rolling of eyes then Hunter arrives. James yanks his hand away from my thigh as Hunter approaches. That man doesn’t miss the movement and looks to me, James, and then his brother who chooses to look away.
    “James, I need you to get a start on the restocking. We will have a full house tonight.” Hunter comes and takes the stool beside me.
    “But, I haven’t...”
    “Now,” He says, cutting him off.
    James winks at me before getting up and walking away. Arrow continues to cook not saying a word, but he risks little glances every now and then between Hunter and me.
    “Don’t piss me off.” Hunter says, leaning over brushing his lips against my cheek.
    “Take your own advice.” I snap back, before shuffling my chair further along.
    Childish move, but there is something about him treating me like child, that I don’t like. Several other people come in dressed in Master’s and Mistresses shirts and black pants. I take it they are staff of some sort. No other introductions take place, so I gather they aren’t part of the furniture and aren’t that important. Hunter leaves momentarily to talk to the handful of people who entered, and I steal his newspaper. The highlights today are; two murdered in drug raid, young woman saves life of stabbing victim, dog saves owner from burning to death.
    What is the world coming too? Safe isn’t an option anymore, and while I’m not the angel I claim to be, I’m not as heartless at people picture me to be. I read the stories over and over before I put the paper down in time for breakfast. As Arrow puts the plate in front of me, Hunter returns on the phone. He picks up a piece of toast off my plate and starts eating it. I smack his hand away, as he smiles and continues talking. When Arrow sits down, we start eating in practical silence between us until Hunter finishes his phone call.
    “Are you bringing Reyner Friday?” Hunter asks Arrow.
    Arrow drops his fork and looks up. He seems a little disappointed before he speaks.
    “She has to work.”
    “You don’t seem convinced.” Hunter speaks, whilst taking another piece of toast off my plate.
    “I don’t want to have this conversation with you, Hunter.”
    “What conversation?” Hunter says laughing lightly.
    “The conversation where you claim to know all about women and love and shit.” Arrow makes to stand and Hunter quickly tells him to sit.
    “I’m not claiming to know anything, but you know I am always here.”
    “Aww, isn’t it just