Page 101 of Sadistic Retribution

“That explains the records,” Purge cuts in, having held on to his a-ha moment. “I found your military record.”

“I know, I caught you from the compound. It's alright—I would have done the same thing in your place. As I was saying, my primary order was to get the dirt. I was given permission to protect you all, as well. I also have them chasing a ghost for me. My sister Cynthia. She was taken when she was six and I was sixteen. There's been no sign of her since. Sadly, nothing has been confirmed yet.”

Pretty Girl makes a sound, sympathy shining in her gorgeous green eyes. “Hunter, were we just jobs?”

“God no! You know I fell in love with you along the way. Age difference be damned. You're mine, and I’m, yours.”

“Fuck you,” Ghost spits, hurling himself toward me. I stop him short with an arm. “We ALL love her. No need for any more drama, okay?”

Trikk pulls him backwards. “Chill, bro.”

“Is this the last of the fucking secrets now?” Pretty Girl demands.

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Good.” She spins to address the room. “For the record, I still don’t forgive any of you six. But- I will work with you to get usout of here. Look- my feelings still remain. I still... love you all. You just can’t bounce back from what you did. I need time.”

Frost speaks next. “Understood, Killer. Now, about that escape? We need to meticulously plan this. The good news is there’s no Director anymore to stand in our way.”

“And the bad news is there's still the four masks, and an ass-load of staff between us and our freedom,” Phoenyxx says.

“Frost, I trust you can start the planning without us for a while? I have something I need to settle with Pretty Girl,” I say.

“Um... okay. But don’t be too long. This can’t wait.”

With a curt nod, I grab my girl’s hand, leading her to my bedroom.

Phoenyxx

The second we get inside, Hunter locks the door. He grabs me by the throat. “Now... about that punishment.” I let out a squeak of surprise. He tosses me backwards onto the bed. He sits down on the end. “Get up, and strip. Slowly.”

I shiver, delicious zaps of electricity worming under my skin. The stark contrast to what I dealt with from Synn’s father is different enough it doesn’t affect how I’m feeling.

Hunter is so dominant. Damn. I slowly remove my clothes, putting on a bit of a show, shaking my hips.

“Stop that.”

I immediately still.

Hunter pats his legs, voice dropping a couple of octaves as he commands, “Crawl to me. Slowly. Then come get over my knee.”

“Wh...What? Why?”

“You deserve a good spanking. Now move that ass!”

Holy fuck. New kink unlocked.

I feel so safe with Hunter; the shit I’ve been through doesn’t touch this situation at all.

I crawl over, making a show of it by arching my back and thrusting out my chest. I even purr a bit like a cat. I slowly stand, and lay face down in his lap. He holds me by the waist, the other hand coming down with a “smack”—no notice, so I couldn’t brace myself for it. “

Count them. If you miss even one, I’ll start over.”

Okay then. “Yes, Sir—King—Daddy... fuck.”

He smacks me again, harder this time.

“Two,” I moan.