She wasn't coming.
It was five to six and she hadn't arrived yet. Hunter knew he was being insecure. A woman like Athena had the kind of pride that kept her from hiding from men like him. Nonetheless, when his doorbell rang at six pm sharp, it was as if his entire body breathed a sigh of relief. His lady had come to him.
She was wearing a severe grey pantsuit and high heeled boots. Her hair was secured to the back of her head with a large clip and her face was free of make up save the blood red she'd painted her beautiful lips. Her intentions would have been clear to anyone. Athena was trying to appear unattractive so that he would go easy on her. It was a cheap trick and they both knew it. Hunter had no intention of going easy; he would see it all,
have it all
, before the night was over.
"You look nervous." he told her.
"I'm not" she said with a lift of her chin.
As Hunter closed the space between them, Athena stood her ground.
"Good" Hunter said, taking a step towards her, "Because I'm going to touch you
here
..." he ran the tip of his finger over her breast "...and I'm going to
have
you here..." he'd moved behind her and curved his hand over her buttocks "...and here" he moved in front of her and slid his hand between her legs, "...and by the end of tonight, you'll tell me you belong to me," she could tell him anything she wanted, but her body couldn't. His touch, his insolent scrutiny, was making her wet. He could feel it.
"I belong to no one," she retorted with lethal precision.
"We'll see about that," he replied calmly "I think it fair to assume you've come to fulfill our agreement. Complete and total submission;
body and soul
, for one night,"
Despite her excitement, to Athena, his words sounded like a death sentence.
"I'm an honourable woman. I've come to prove it."
"Good...then no more insolence. Think whatever the fuck you want...but tonight, you are MINE,"
Athena only blinked, and bowed her head.
"Good girl. Now follow me"
He led her down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn't bother looking back to see if she was following. They both knew it was too late to turn back now. It was a Dom's paradise: a large, four poster bed with restraints attached to every post and covered with black satin sheets. Beside it was a sturdy chest of drawers that provided easy access to toys, towels and implements of torture.
"Nice digs" she said with grudging admiration. She didn't want to like this man; he was an enemy.
"I thought you'd like it" Hunter said with a smile, and then he commanded, with a firm tone in his voice. "Strip, Athena. Bra and panties is fine for now,"
"Do you want me to take them off, or do a strip tease," Athena asked sarcastically, then hissed her irritation when Hunter slapped her ass hard.
"No sarcasm, Athena. I ordered you to strip,"
Athena glared at him as she undid the buttons on her jacket. With a shrug, it fell to the floor. She then removed her boots, blouse and trousers.
Hunter walked around her, examining the feminine slope of her back, the long, slightly muscled legs, flat stomach, and breasts shaped for a man's hands. Her ass was luscious. Two perfectly shaped, golden brown orbs enhanced by a black lace thong.
Athena's eyes squeezed shut, fighting the combination of arousal and shame as Hunter slid his hands lasciviously over her body. The man aroused her more than any had in a long time.
Standing before her in tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, he looked delicious. She'd always had a thing for men in denim. It looked like Hunter intended to exploit every advantage he thought he had, and she hated him for it.
Just get it over with, she told herself. Get it over with, go home, and torture your slaves until Hunter's memory is purged forever.
"You're gorgeous," Hunter said, not bothering to hide the blatant male appreciation in his voice. Male appreciation was something she was familiar with, so Athena didn't understand why Hunter's reaction pleased her so much.
"Look at me," he commanded.
With a deep breath, Athena opened her eyes.
"I think we'll start tonight with honesty..." he began, locking his eyes with hers. "I'm going to ask you questions, and you're going to answer truthfully. If I think for one second that you're lying, you will be punished. Understand?"
"People like
you
tend to confuse insolence with honesty. I'm not so sure I want to take that chance," she said coldly.
"You don't have much choice do you, Athena?"
He said her name as though he were savouring it.
Athena glared at him, her breasts rising and falling with irritation, but she nodded in acknowledgement.
"Good," Hunter said with a smile, "How do you feel?" he asked her.
"I feel like fighting you. I don't want to be here and I don't like the way you're treating me," she said through clenched teeth.
"Why?"
"I feel like I'm setting women back hundreds of years,"
"How?"
"By the very act of submitting to you," Athena replied. "I don't think very highly of male Dominants," She continued, "I think you chose female slaves out of hatred and contempt for women. You treat us like sex objects to compensate for the fact that you men are becoming increasingly obsolete,"
Athena braced herself for a slap. She knew she'd said too much. Had she been in Hunter's shoes, the offender would be on his knees, covered in welts and begging for mercy.
To her surprise, she saw no aggression, no anger in Hunter's face, only curiosity.
"Go on," was all he said.
Athena had no idea what he was playing at, but she complied anyway. To hell with the consequences, she was out of there at dawn anyway.
"In North America and most of Europe, with equal employment opportunities, men are no longer needed as the sole provider for their wives and children. With the development of artificial insemination, and the number of sperm donors out there, you boys aren't needed to have children either. Thanks to modern technology, a vibrator has become an acceptable substitute for sex with a man. As far as I'm concerned, you Male Dominants whip women and call them sluts in an attempt to convince yourselves that despite all our new found freedom, we're nothing but whores who can't live without a good
deep dicking
," she said, her final words dripping with contempt.[A2] "Well said," Hunter said with a tilt of his head, "But that doesn't account for the hundreds of women who willingly submit,"
"Masochists," she said dismissively "Women who hate themselves for being born. They turn to male Doms because they think that's the way it should be. The big strong male subduing the helpless female,"
"But how would you know if you've never submitted?"
"I've been a slave before,"
"You might have been a slave before, but did you submit?"
Athena hesitated.
"Did you submit?" Hunter asked more strongly. Grabbing her chin in his hand, he forced her to look into his eyes when she answered.
"No. Not completely," she said at last.
"Then your argument is null and void. In the past, I've spent as much time beneath the lash as I have wielding it, and I can tell you that you'll never know what it's like to receive the ultimate submission, until you've surrendered yourself,"
"A pretty speech, but I think its bullshit," she said matter-of-factly.
"Think what you want. It won't affect tonight's outcome. How long has it been since you've had sex?" he asked abruptly.
"With a man? About a year,"
"Why so long?"
"I fuck, I don't
get
fucked. When I have sex, it's with a vibrator or dildo. I don't need the bullshit that comes with having sex with a man."
"Ever been on the receiving end of anal sex"
"No,"
"Have you ever fucked a woman?"
"All the time,"
"Are you the butch or the female?"
"The butch,"
"Why?"
"I don't like to lose control."
Hunter nodded in understanding.
"I think that's all the answers I need. Take off your bra and panties and get onto the bed," he told her.
