Sweet Lullaby

Chapter Four

"You've got to be kidding me." Cierra began to struggle, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to relinquish herself from the cuffs. After all, she had been the one to place them on a number of criminals. Hunter held her hand out in front of her, inspecting her nails disinterestedly while subdued panic began to seep into Cierra's mind.

She tried to force herself to remain calm. She was a seasoned Detective, she could get out of this. She had to. Ticking through her training and years of experience, she couldn't find a single thing that could help her. Her mind was too boggled to be of any actual use.

Thus, she began to struggle worse, chafing her wrists on the cuffs and attracting Hunter's attention once more. "Let me go!" She demanded, but she knew very well that these were famous last words.

In what seemed like less than a second, Hunter was on top of her, straddling her hips to keep her in place.

How had she been able to move so fast? Cierra pondered the question, but her thoughts were soon turned elsewhere.

"Stop that," She ordered, her fingers wrapping around Cierra's wrists underneath the cuffs. "I will free you in a bit. In the meantime, do not damage yourself by struggling uselessly."

Cierra's breath hitched as Hunter leaned over her to unwrap the chain of the cuffs from the hook of the headboard, giving her a view into her loosely fitted blouse. She wore a simple red bra, but something in Cierra wanted to see what was underneath it. Desire reared it's ugly head within her again. She wanted to resist, she truly did. But it just didn't seem possible.

Unable to defy the woman's command for some unknown reason, Cierra settled down reluctantly, attempting unsuccessfully to keep her eyes off of the other woman's chest.

Pleased, Hunter brushed her dark tresses over her shoulder before lowering her lips onto one of the bite marks that graced Cierra's left shoulder, nipping at it to draw a gasp from her prey. "See how easy that was, little one? If you don't struggle, and do what I tell you, you'll make it through this a lot easier. If you don't, I'll have to punish you."

"Punish me," Cierra repeated in a low tone, blinking slowly.

Why did that sound so... appealing?

"Now, I'm going to unlock these," Hunter spoke slowly. "You will not run. You will not fight me, or I will punish you. I'll explain to you what that means after you eat, understood?" Something in her tone made Cierra want to obey her. To please her.

Nodding, she bit her lip as the other woman forced her to maintain eye contact as she used a small metal key to unlock both of the cuffs. Relief immediately surged through her arms and she stretched them out as Hunter dismounted her, retrieving her cup from the night table beside the bed. Her back turned, Cierra took the only chance she might have to escape.

Bolting out of the bed with the grace of a drunken kitten, she made a run for the door. To do so, she had to pass Hunter, but to her surprise, the woman didn't move an inch, taking another sip from the probably cold coffee.

Shrugging off the strangeness, she reached the door, yanking on the knob.

Locked.

Heart pounding, Cierra refused to turn around as she felt Hunter's presence intimidating presence drawing closer, no doubt a smirk on her face.

Hunter was delighted. She had honestly expected the woman to run, despite her warning. She wanted her to. She wanted a reason to cause the woman pain; she even seemed to like it as much as she enjoyed inflicting it, though she'd probably never tell.

"I told you not to run," She spoke in a sing-song voice, placing the now empty mug back onto the night table. She hadn't felt excitement like this in awhile; even as she moved closer to the other woman, she ticked through a list of punishments in her mind, pulling her desk chair out.

There were some that she immediately had to tick off, as she knew that as a human, the Detective's body wouldn't be able to handle it, and she didn't want to kill her. Yet. Others could have been described as pure torture, which she could've very well done, but she didn't want to just throw Cierra into the deep water; she wanted to break her slowly. To watch her as with each and every infliction of pain, she moved closer and closer to begging for it rather than resisting.

The woman did not turn around, wisely. She decided on a simple spanking, which would satisfy her for the time being and teach the woman a lesson.

"Would you like your punishment now, or after you eat?" She smirked as the woman's bare shoulders slumped, her head dropping.

The act wasn't fooling Hunter. The sweet, tangy scent of her desire permeated the room, speaking louder than her actions. She didn't answer, so Hunter chose for her.

"Now? Alright then." She moved with a speed greater than that of even a cheetah, taking the woman into her arms before perching herself onto the waiting chair, bending her over her lap. Cierra seemed dazed for a moment, shocked at her new position. Hunter easily held her down, a devilish look appearing on her face as she stroked her already naked bottom with a feather-light touch.

"You will receive 20 strikes. Starting with one, I want you to count up until you reach 20. If you don't, I'll add five more to the punishment."

Cierra attempted to sit up, unsuccessfully. "What the he-"

Her sentence was cut off with a yelp as she felt a dull tingling sensation spread across her cheeks.

"I don't hear any counting," Hunter growled sharply, her annoyed tone sending a pang of burning desire into the pit of Cierra's stomach. When she didn't say anything, Hunter shrugged. "Fine. 25 then." The same dulled pain spread throughout Cierra's bottom as Hunter landed another blow.

"One," The Detective finally muttered, much to the delight of her captor. Another blow was delivered. And another. And another. Each time, Cierra counted along with her. The higher the number got, the harder the smack was that she received. Somewhere along the line, the pain began melting into an the same kind of electric pleasure that had been forced upon her the night before.

Cierra refused to give her any signs that she was enjoying herself, biting her lip to hold back any moans.

How could she be enjoying herself, for God's sake? She was being spanked, not to mention by a woman who had kidnapped her. Cierra Speares had always considered herself as more of a vanilla character; she wasn't into the rougher, tougher side of s*x, although she never really had enjoyed the act with any of her previous partners. She didn't think it was because they hadn't been rough enough with her, just that she hadn't met the right guy with the right moves, but clearly, she was being proven wrong.

Finally, Hunter reached 25. Cierra's bottom stung, and she knew it had to be a scarlet red by now.

She scrambled away as soon as Hunter released her grip, gasping. The other woman paid her no attention, pushing the desk chair back underneath the desk that rested across from the bed.

"There's a bathroom behind that door there." She said, pointing to another door near the one she had entered in. "Go take a shower. I'll leave a set of clothes out on the bed for you. When you're finished, wait for me to come back. Don't try anything, or you'll get worse than a spanking." The words weren't a warning; they were a promise.

Giving her one last look, Hunter exited the room, the sound of the lock clicking audible.

Cierra stood in the center of the room, appearing to be lost. She didn't know what to do in this situation. She'd dealt with so many cases involving kidnapped women, promised herself over and over she would not ever be dumb enough to let it happen to her. Yet, here she was. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she glanced around the room for anything that could aid her in her escape.

The room was bare save for the queen sized four poster bed, the empty night table, a simple wood desk and matching desk chair. There wasn't even a closet. The detective mentally cursed herself.

How had she let her lust get in the way of her common sense? This room looked like no one had ever stayed in it, however spacious it was, it was bare. Had she been paying attention the night before, she would have noted that. How was it that she was so clearly able to discern the many red flags that Hunter had displayed now, but not when it had truly mattered?

Sighing, she headed towards the bathroom. There was no sense in getting an unnecessary punishment, and besides; she could use a shower. Her skin felt gritty and she hoped that the water would somehow help clear up the confusion of how Hunter caused her to feel.

The bathroom was nearly as big as the room itself surprisingly, a modern stand up shower with spotless glass doors being the main event. The sink was large and made of white porcelain, a three-faced mirror mounted to the wall above it. A bottle of mango body wash and matching shampoo rested on the counter alongside a brand new toothbrush and tube toothpaste.

Why mango?

Cierra's eyebrows furrowed in thought. This bathroom was classy; who was Hunter, that she could afford things like this? What would the rest of the house look like?

She pressed her palms to her eyelids in an effort to possibly remember, as she had had to go through the house to get to the room, but all that came to mind was Hunter's lips on her skin. Groaning, she forced herself to step into the shower, twisting the silver knobs until the water came out in a manageable spray.

The hot water streamed along her skin and worked a tiny bit of the tension from her muscles, but it didn't help much. Deciding against stalling, Cierra poured some of the shampoo into her hand and began to massage it into her dark curls, which loosened into waves underneath her touch. She then used the body wash, scrubbing as best she could to try to cleanse herself.

A minimum of ten minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, feeling a little bit better. Glancing around, she realized that there weren't any towels. After a mental debate with herself, she peaked out of the bathroom, being sure to keep her body hidden behind the door.

Hunter didn't seem to have a single grievance with touching Cierra; she didn't want to give her an incentive to do so by parading around in front of her not only naked but with water still dripping along her skin.

Hunter seemed to have already made her visit to the room once, as there was a set of clothes on the bed and a small bowl of what looked like strawberry oatmeal there that hadn't been there previously. Creeping out of the bathroom, Cierra prodded at them. To her incredulity, it wasn't anything too revealing, just a set of black lace undergarments, a plain white shirt, and a pair of black shorts that didn't even reach her mid-thigh. Surprisingly, they fit.

Once changed, she tugged on the bottom of the shorts uncomfortably. She hadn't even worn clothing like this when she was a teenager for fear of her parents' comments.

The Detective was confused. She had helped rescue kidnapees before. They were more often than not starved, dressed in clothing a lot more skimpy than hers, definitely weren't allowed to bathe, and a lot worse.

What game was this woman playing at?

She almost decided against eating the oatmeal, but when her stomach growled and began to cramp up from hunger, she reluctantly perched herself on the edge of the bed with the bowl in her lap. She knew that Hunter could have very well done something to the food, but on the chance that she hadn't, she had to keep up her strength if she was going to escape.

She was about halfway done when the door crept open again.