23. Hunter
23
Hunter
I knew the moment Valencia pursed her lips, she was mad. At first, I racked my brain to figure out what I had done wrong and then I realized she had mistaken my mother for a romantic date.
It wasn’t the first time someone had assumed my mother was my girlfriend or even my wife. We looked nothing alike and since my mother had me at fourteen, she wasn’t much older than I and she looked damn good for her age.
My suspicion was confirmed when my mother decided to play matchmaker and tell Valencia that I had been talking about her. She looked guilty, which explained why she had entertained the idea of having a drink with Webber’s friend, who I was pretty sure was in love with him.
As Valencia talked with my mother and the rest of the table, I noticed her stealing glances at me, but she didn’t talk to me. It was frustrating, but it also gave me the time to work out her punishment. She needed to trust me, and if we didn’t have that, then there was no point in being together.
The contract had just started, and it was going to end before we even had a chance to explore it. As she laughed at what Jude had said, I was ready to tell him to just kiss Webber and get a fucking room so he could leave her alone. After dinner, she excused herself. She walked around taking photos like she would do for a hockey game.
Was she working the event?
She hadn’t mentioned it, not that she gave us a lot of information to go by. That’s one thing that had frustrated Ro and me, she wasn’t giving us a lot, especially about that dom wannabe who took advantage of her. Rage like I had never felt before always surfaced when I thought about the twat waffle.
“You got it bad, sweetheart,” my mother said, pulling me out of a murderous rage.
“No more than usual,” I said, taking a sip of my whiskey.
“I think it's a lot more than usual, not even Ty made you look like that,” she said, making me wince at the thought of my ex who I had thought might have been the one.
“I was naive and now I know better; I just think Valencia is amazing and gorgeous,” I said, finding her easily in the crowd.
“Be careful, she works for the team and while you might just get a slap on the wrist, you have to know it won't be the same for her,” she said, looking in the same direction I was. “The team will protect you before they protect her, and they might make her take the fall for something you both agreed to.”
Valencia had said the same thing. While I knew she would get in trouble, I guess I didn’t think about what would happen and how they might make her take the fall. She was a social media manager, someone could replace her in an instant, but we were under contract and that offered us some protection.
“I know, I would never do anything to put her in harm's way,” I said, trying not to sound defensive.
“Not intentionally, but you can’t control everything,” my mother said. “Just be careful, for her sake.”
“I will,” I said, as an announcer came on the speaker, and we turned our attention to the MC for the evening.
It was the auction portion of the event and then we could dance afterwards. It was my first event attending a Love4all event and I had to say, Easton had done a great job with this community. I bid on a few things, winning a trip to Lake Como. It was a lot of money, but I didn’t feel so bad after seeing Easton so happy. And thinking about what that money could do, made me happy.
Valencia took a photo of me, and I gave her a small smile, hoping to ease whatever she was feeling. She didn’t linger, giving me her own small smile and I counted that as a win. After the auction, the dance started and many people started dancing, including my mom and me.
The band was great except the singer kept eye-fucking Valencia and it was starting to piss me off. After a few dances, my stepmom called. She was outside, ready to pick my mom up, since her shift at the hospital had ended early.
“Thank you for bringing me and giving this old lady a chance to wear something nice for the evening,” she said, as I helped her put on her coat.
“Anything for you, Mom,” I said, kissing her forehead.
She raised me all by herself until I was fourteen and then she met Helen. I would do anything for this woman who put me in hockey because I was hyper, and she needed a break. It was the best thing she ever did for me, and I owe everything to her, working herself to the bone to make sure I had everything I needed for sports.
“Please put Valencia first, even if that means you don’t pursue anything,” she said, cupping my cheek.
I wish I could tell her I promised, but I had already done what she said not to do.
“Ok,” I said, being vague.
“You’re so bad,” she chuckled. “Have fun tonight.”
She winked at me before walking out the door to the waiting Mercedes that had my stepmom. I told my mom plenty of things, except about my sex life. We had always been close, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Making sure she got into the car, I walked back to my table where Webber and Jude were talking and laughing. I studied them as I walked closer, and I was like ninety percent sure Jude was in love with oblivious Webber. I saw it in the subtle longing looks he gave him and how he ate up every word. Webber was bisexual and I was curious why Jude had never tried for anything else if he knew he liked men.
I sat down with them as we joked, and a few women came up to us. They clearly were looking for something more when Webber pulled Jude against him like they were together. The moment he did it, I got nervous for Jude. This didn’t look like it was the first time Webber had done it, and from the look on Jude’s face, he looked like he couldn’t decide whether to enjoy it or be upset.
The puck bunnies were desperate and stubborn lingering longer than necessary. Webber was increasingly touching Jude and I flat out gave them a no, and they gave up. The moment they left, Jude excused himself and I felt bad for the guy. I watched him walk away, stopping to talk to Luke Malone. As I watched them I noticed a few similarities and I wondered if they were related.
I looked over to Webber who was completely oblivious and just as I was about to say something, Valencia walked by us talking with Gage, engrossed in what he was saying.
“Damn, dude, he’s trying to steal your woman,” Webber said, with an evil glint in his eye. “I see the way you and Gomez look at her.”
“What makes you think she’s my woman? You know that can never happen,” I said, hating that he was more perceptive than he thought. Damn him for not being a dumb jock.
“Just like with you and Gomez, gotcha,” he said, getting up.
“Please, you know?—”
“I bet the hate orgasms were fucking phenomenal,” Webber chuckled. “I’ll see ya later man, don’t go too rough on her and I won’t tell a soul.”
He winked as he buttoned his jacket before walking away. He left me flabbergasted and I couldn’t even get a word in about his friend, Jude.
Fuck him for getting in my head, but that wouldn’t stop me from dishing out the punishment she deserved for flirting in front of me and assuming something. She needed to realize who she belonged to. I stood up, walking through the room, seeing her take pictures, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
Valencia left the room shortly after and I followed her. She walked to a little hallway and went into a room. I ran, quick enough to grab the door before it closed and slid into the room before someone saw me.
“Excuse—”
Her words fell when she noticed me. I didn’t give her enough time to say anything, pushing her against the nearest wall, using my body to keep her there.
“I talk, you listen,” I clipped. “Got it?”
She stared at me as her nostrils flared.
“Got it?” I nipped her lip.
She shook her head.
“Words, Valencia,” I growled.
“Yes, Boss,” she said softly.
I was normally called sir with the occasional Mister, but never Boss.
“When you leave, you will go straight to my apartment. I expect you in your jacket, either naked or lingerie underneath,” I said, leaning down. “Tonight, you will learn what it means to be mine and that I do not like anyone flirting or touching what is mine. What time will you be done here?”
She shivered against me.
“I don’t know, I figured I would stay till it ended,” she whispered, as I trailed a finger down her chest.
“I’m going home, and I expect you to text me when you are done and on your way to me,” I said firmly. “And don’t think about not coming over.”
“Ok, Boss,” she whimpered when I pushed my erection against her.
“I’ll see you soon,” I said, kissed her forehead, and forced myself to leave before I fucked her here.
I left the room without thinking when I ran into Easton just outside of the door. He raised a brow at me.
“Don’t fucking start with me,” I snapped, getting irritated at so many people seeming to know shit I didn’t want them to know.
“I was hoping it was you.” He grinned. “I’ll tell her to leave soon. Bye, Hunty!”
I rolled my eyes at the nickname that Genevieve had used with me and now our circle of friends. He left without saying anything else and I grabbed my coat before leaving. The snow had started to come down harder and I worried that I should have waited for her. As I parked in the garage of my condo, I shot out a text to Valencia.
Me: if you need me to pick you up, let me know.
I didn’t expect an answer but when my phone buzzed, excitement rushed through me.
Valencia: I’m on my way.
I smiled, feeling a lot less angry, even though I still wanted to punish her. Ideas flooded my mind when I decided on what I wanted to do as I went up to my condo. I sent off a message to the front desk that Valencia was coming to see me and to let me know when they sent her up.
As soon as I walked in, I went into my bedroom to change into something more comfortable before going into the room I hadn’t yet used. You could call it my sex room, but it had always been so much more. It wasn’t as elaborate as most sex rooms. It had a four-post bed with a grid system above it so I could use different restraints that also traveled to different parts of the room.
The room was in dark browns and earth tones and it was meant to be intimidating, but inviting. The rooms at the Atelier had gone with the dark and dungeony vibes, but I wanted something different. Grabbing what I needed, I set up everything before lighting a few candles.
My phone buzzed alerting me that Valencia was coming up and anticipation made me hornier. I opened the door, waited for her, seeing her walking to me in nothing but a trench coat. My brow rose as I wondered what she had underneath.
She walked through the door like she owned the condo. Once I closed the door, she let the trench coat fall to the floor to reveal her in the skimpiest lingerie. She had so much skin on display my mouth dried, not expecting this.
There was a strap that went around her neck, then around her breast before criss- crossing her stomach. A small piece of lace covered her pussy and her nipples. It shaped her body perfectly and displayed so much, but not enough. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would see her in this.
“I’m here, Boss,” she said, as she walked to me in heels that seemed impossible to walk in, but she stalked towards me like I was her prey. “What are you going to do with me?”
She stopped right in front of me, running a hand down the middle of my chest down my abs stopping at the top of my jeans. Unbuttoning them, she rubbed her hand over my clothed cock.
“Shall I suck your cock while I touch myself?” she asked, pushing her hand into my underwear.
The moment she touched my cock I snapped out of it.
“Oh no, Temptress, you will not be running the show, I think you need to answer a few things, and you need to be taught a lesson,” I said, grabbing her wrist hard, but not painfully.
“I’ve been good,” she said, pressing up against me. “Why am I being punished, Boss? Did I not do something to your liking? I thought I was getting the hang of the job.”
“Don’t try and distract me,” I growled, grabbing her to pick her up when she pulled away from me.
“Please don’t punish me,” she said, stepping back. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
She smirked, taking another step back like she was ready to run away.
“I’ll do whatever I have to,” I said, stepping forward. “To make you realize I am in charge. That you don’t get to make assumptions and flirt in front of me.”
“Boss, I never flirted with anyone.” She slipped off her heels. “No one has caught my attention in the office.”
“Temptress, you won’t distract me from—” She took off running before I could finish my sentence.
This wasn’t how the night was supposed to start, but I would get my point across by the end of the night no matter how we got started. I let her get a head start before I chased after her. She had been to my apartment once and it wouldn’t take long to catch her, but I knew she just wanted to rile me up. Her footsteps ran towards the kitchen. I went the other way to catch her at the exit into the dining room, but she wasn’t there.
“Boo!” She slapped my ass before running away.
Her gorgeous ass was on display and I reached for her, barely missing her.
“Valencia, don’t test my patience,” I growled, lunging for her as she dodged me again.
This cat and mouse game made me hard. I wasn’t expecting that.
“Oh please, don’t hurt me,” she whimpered, but her smile was devilish. “I’m just an intern. Please don’t fire me.”
Her role playing was a turn-on, but I was getting impatient. I ran to her, picked her up quickly, and pressed her against the wall before I kissed her hard. She whimpered, letting her defenses down and running her hands through my hair. I thrusted into her as I grabbed her ass even harder, making her think I was getting lost in the haze of arousal.
“Oh, Boss, if I let you fuck me, will you let me keep my job?” She kept up with the role playing that I decided to finally play along.
“You will get spankings and then I will fuck this pussy until I can decide if I’ll keep you,” I clipped. “But only if this pussy is nice and wet for me.”
“Oh Boss, I’m already dripping,” she panted, trying to rub against me.
I adjusted her in my hands as she kissed my neck sucking softly as I walked us to the room. As soon as we stepped into the room she tensed, confused at what was happening. I didn’t give her a chance to say anything before I kissed her, making sure she was at ease, giving her a sense of false security.
I pressed her against the wall cupping her breast, pinching her nipple softly but enough to hear her sigh and then groan. Hearing her pleasure made me harder, and I almost threw my plan out the window.
“Hunter, fuck me, please,” she moaned. “I need you so bad.”
That was my cue.
“I got you, baby,” I said.
I carried her again, kissed her neck, and remembered to watch where I was going. I placed her where I wanted her, sucking softly on her neck, hoping she didn’t know where she was.
“Oh, what is this?” she asked, as I leaned her back in the swing I had set up. “I’ve never been fucked in a swing,”
“You’re in for a treat,” I said, strapping her foot up as I kissed her ankles.
“Fuck me hard, Boss,” she panted, as I tied up her other foot.
“I think there is something we need to do before I fuck you,” I said, grabbing her hand and pulling it through a loop, tightening it above her head on one of the straps.
“Boss, please suck my pussy,” she moaned, trying to rock herself closer to me.
I stayed quiet as I adjusted the straps making sure they were tight enough, but not too tight. It wasn’t as beautiful as Ro’s artwork, but it got the job done.
“Boss,” she said, a little unsurely when I didn’t respond to her.
I left her to get a few things on the bed, staying silent feeling her glare on me. Keeping my expression neutral was hard as I brought a candle over to the small table I had by her.
“Hunter—”
I grabbed a paddle, smacking the underside of her thigh.
“Did I say you could call me Hunter?” I snapped.
“No,” she clipped. “You didn’t say?—”
Another smack on her opposite side.
“I told you there was something we needed to discuss,” I said calmly. “Were you not listening?”
“I thought?—”
I smacked her again between her legs.
“It’s a yes or no,” I slipped.
Her eyes flashed with anger before she pursed her lips. “Yes.”
“I think we need to discuss tonight and how you didn’t trust me and how you thought I had a date?—”
“How the hell am I supposed to know she was—” I smacked her pussy again. “Argh!”
“Listen,” I growled. “Or I swear I will fuck you to get my release and leave you here all fucking night.”
Valencia glared at me. “I don’t know why we couldn’t have talked about this before you led me to believe we were here for sex.”
“You assumed,” I said, trailing the paddle in between her legs. “That is not my fault.”
She huffed, her eyes full of fire.
“Well then, go on with whatever grievance you have that could have been solved by talking,” she snapped.
“Listen here, Temptress, this is how it’s going to go and if you don’t like it then just say the word,” I said, leaning over the swing so my cock was right at her pussy. “This is how this lesson is going to go, take it or leave it.”
Her nostrils flared. “Fine.”
I grabbed her chin. “I’ll always stop if you say the word. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Her anger softened, but it still simmered.
“Ok,” she whimpered when I rubbed her pussy through the fabric.
I searched for anything that could make this go wrong. I knew she had been a sub before, but he didn’t provide her with a safe space and in doing so, left her with many insecurities.
“Now, before I was rudely interrupted, I said you jumped to conclusions and in doing so you flirted with not one, but two men.”
She scoffed.
I hit her inner thigh this time.
She moaned.
“Why did you jump to conclusions when we said we were exclusive?” I clipped, hitting her thigh again.
“I thought you were like him. He also said we were exclusive.” She gasped at the pain.
“You didn’t even ask,” I growled, slapping her pussy with my hand. “You assumed and assuming is dangerous.” Smack! “Next time you have an issue, you need to speak to me before you make assumptions.”
Another smack on the thigh.
“Well, what else was I supposed?—”
“Ask before you make assumptions.” I rubbed her softly over her panties.
“She’s beautiful and?—”
Smack!
“I will not break my promise to you, so you need to ask.” I rubbed her again, grabbing a wand from my table.
“That’s not fair,” she whined, thrusting her pussy against my hand. “You made assumptions too.”
“What assumptions are you talking about?” I stood before her, wondering what she was going to say.
“You assumed I was flirting,” she panted.
“Oh, Temptress, don’t bullshit me,” I said, starting the wand, putting it against her pussy.
“Oh!” she yelled as her legs started to shake when I stopped it.
Her breathing had quickened.
“So, you want to tell me you didn’t do it on purpose?” I snapped.
“I…I…” I put the wand back on her, making her back bow as she moaned.
“Tell me the truth,” I said, upping the vibration. “You flirted with Jude and then I saw you with Gage. So, you’re telling me you weren’t flirting with either of them?”
I pulled the wand away.
Her face was red as she caught her breath and when she opened her mouth I started the wand again.
“Hunter!!” she screamed.
“Tell me the truth,” I said, smacking the inside of her thigh.
“I wasn’t?—”
I increased the vibration again. Valencia moaned, pulling against her restraints.
“Truth, and don’t lie.” I smacked her thigh again. “We can do this all night.”
“Hunter,” she panted.
“Valencia,” I said, pulling the wand away as she started to shake.
“Hunter, quit it, please,” she said, pulling on the restraints.
“Admit it,” I said, leaning over her.
She glared at me again. I smirked. Fucking, stubborn woman.
“Valencia, I have all night, do you think you can last that long?” I asked, rubbing my nose against hers, turning on the wand.
“Oh, shit!”
“So, what do you think?” I purred. “Can you last all night?”
“Fuck you, Hunter,” she gritted out.
“Looks like I will be fucking you,” I chuckled. “Or maybe not since you’re dead set on being a little brat.”
“I’m not conforming to your stupid?—”
I pushed the wand into her, slowly rotating it.
“Make this easy on us,” I said, pushing the fabric away from her tit, sucking a nipple in my mouth. “I just want to sink into this tight heat.”
“I’m gonna come!” she yelled as I pulled the wand away. “No! You son of a bitch!”
She was making this too easy.
“This is your doing,” I said, running the wand up and down her pussy. “Just admit you were flirting, and we can move past this.”
Her glare had softened, but that stubborn set of her jaw let me know we weren’t done. She was covered in perspiration; her cheeks were red, and she occasionally pulled on her restraints.
“I wasn’t flirting with Gage,” she clipped.
I raised my brow, turned on the wand, and enjoyed the obscenities coming out of her until I stopped it.
“Damn you, Hunter, I wasn’t flirting with him, he was nice and was?—”
“So why didn’t you stop it?” I turned the wand on.
“Fuck!” she groaned. “I didn’t want to be rude!”
“And?” I slapped her thighs.
“And… I liked the attention,” she panted.
“Now we are getting somewhere,” I said, removing the wand to kneel to reward her with my mouth.
One long lick and one hard suck. Her legs trembled, she was on the brink of an orgasm.
“Damn you,” she shivered.
“And Jude?” I kissed her clit.
She huffed and I loved that she was drawing this out.
“I didn’t hear you,” I said, swirling my tongue around her clit. “Come on, end your suffering.”
“Ok, I thought you had a date, and I wanted you to see that I could have men eating out of my hand too,” she said in an annoyed tone.
“So, you were punishing me for your assumption?” I stood up.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Come on, Temptress, admit it and I will reward you,” I said.
“I don’t trust you and yes, I assumed, but I have never had someone I could trust,” she said, looking away.
“Trust is our foundation and if you can’t trust us, then this doesn’t work,” I said, grabbing her chin, seeing so much emotion in her eyes. “You have to trust me, and if there is ever a time you are unsure, you speak to me.”
I kneeled again, lavishing her pussy, sliding in one of my fingers, feeling her tighten around it. Closing my lips around her clit, I sucked on it while I curled my fingers searching for her g-spot. Her legs shook, I kept on sucking and used my finger to stroke her to her finish.
She chanted yes over and over again, screaming when her orgasm finally hit. I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, pushing her underwear aside and slamming into her while her pussy was still fluttering.
“Hunter,” she groaned, as I fucked her.
I took off my shirt, throwing it aside before I ran my hands up and down her legs. The beautiful pink color on her skin was so fucking sexy and each thrust was taking me higher and higher. Since she admitted the truth, she deserved one more.
Grabbing the wand, I turned it on at medium speed, setting it on her swollen pussy. Her back bowed as she screamed.
“Hunter,” she whimpered. “I can’t, I’m too sensitive, please.”
“Come on, Temptress, come on my cock.” I picked up my pace, angling my thrust to hit her g-spot. “You were such a good girl for me.”
“Hunter, I can’t please, I can’t,” she cried out.
“Yes, you can,” I gritted my teeth, staving off my release.
“Fuck!” She grabbed ahold of the straps like she was holding on for dear life as her pussy tightened around me.
I thrusted in her, trying to prolong her pleasure when my pleasure became too painful, and I fell over the edge crying out her name. My vision exploded in colors as I held on, afraid I would collapse on her from the amazing orgasm. My body felt like lead as I pulled out, seeing her drip with my release. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and I pushed it back in her, kissing her lip, making her jump from the contact.
“Are you ok?” I released her from the swing, holding her pliant body close to me as I walked to my bedroom.
“Mmhmm,” she said, rubbing her face against me.
“I need words, Valencia,” I said, taking her to the bathroom.
“Yeah, I’m ok.” She closed her eyes as I sat her on the sink.
Guilt hit me. Had I dealt with this all wrong?
She opened her mouth a few times, but kept her mouth shut like she didn’t know what to say.
“I promise I won’t do that to you. I won’t disrespect you like that,” I said, trying to assure her. “If at any moment this stops working for me, I will end the contract.”
She nodded, finally opening her eyes.
“Ok,” she said.
“I know words only mean so much, but we will show you what this is supposed to look like.” I kissed her softly. “This won't be anything like you expected.”
She gave me a look like she begged to differ before bringing me in for a kiss. I don’t know why I made any promises. I had the need to make sure she felt safe, even if I couldn’t guarantee it, but like hell if I let anyone hurt her again.