A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You're all so nice and encouraging. Here's the Katniss POV as some requested!

Thanks to Jgllove111593, hopefully we'll be able to sort out our beta system soon! And to chele20035 for all your help! Your website suggestions are very helpful! Hotcoals, your spontanious PM made me smile, thank you for your kind encouragement! Licho95, nice to hear from someone who knows what it's like to be a female dominant, maybe you can give me some insight? lol.

And credit to pennypaperbrain. Some of the stuff Katniss says about masochism and dominant relationships are from her essay on A03.

Warnings: BDSM, s/d, slight abuse (only a smack, just thought I'd put it on the warning anyway) and a LOT of teasing.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Four

Peeta was an odd person. He was different from any of Katniss' other subs, who had always had at least a tiny bit of experience before she took over as their dom. But Madge, upon contacting her, had told her that she had a friend who was completely inexperienced but needed to be controlled by someone. Normally, Katniss would have said no, but, having been intrigued, she had told Madge that she'd meet the guy.

Delicious had been her first thought. Absoloutely fucking delicious.

Katniss would be the first to hold up her hands and admit that she always had a thing for Merchant boys. Spending half her life admiring them from afar, it had always been a lifelong goal of hers to fuck one blind, even if it took years for her to acomplish it. Because of the tensity between the Seam and Merchant streets, Katniss had began to come to accept that maybe she'd never get a chance to control one of the other half though. So, yeah, it did take her a moment after she'd said the 'start' word to actually come to the realization that she actually had a Merchant boy chained to her bed.

When she was a child, the Merchant kids used to torment her in school. They'd insult her, her family, mocking them and calling them 'Seam Sluts' and 'Trash Tramps'. Once she turned fourteen and her boobs came in, the boys got more crude, asking for a fuck behind the bins or a wank in the storeroom. Katniss had been aware of the Seam girls' reputations but it had pissed her off that they had assumed she was just like them.

One day, Katniss had had enough and when she got asked for a screw after school hours, she decked the guy. She scratched her knuckles but the blood gushing from the bastard's nose was satisfying enough. Katniss was never bothered by Merchant boys after that but she still swore that if she ever got her hands on one, she'd make them pay for what they done to her. Yeah, she had a problem with holding grudges.

But Peeta was different. He wasn't arrogant or pretentious or self evolved. In fact, he didn't seem to have a special opinion of himself at all. From one glance when he had first entered her office, Katniss was able to tell what sort of person this boy who was so special that Madge had asked her personally to take under her wing was:

He had tousled hair, having only been brushed with a couple of strokes of a hairbrush before he left the house that morning. It was refreshing to see a Merchant boy who didn't spend two hours every day gelling their hair up into those absurd spikes that Katniss had always thought looked bizarre.

Skin of the bottom lip chewed throughly. Either he suffered from a stutter or was constantly overwrought, causing him to have an anxious tendancy to chew on his lip. In her mind, Katniss immediately thought about taking the abused lip between her own, ruthlessly sucking on it so he'd moan into her mouth.

What struck her the most were the black gloves on his hands. It had been 20 degrees outside, it wasn't cold at all. There were two options on why he chose to wear gloves with such heat outside: an insecurity over the look of his hands or there was something he didn't want her to see. Katniss knew she would have to find out what was underneath before that boy left her office.

He held himself with an air of concern. Katniss guessed this was probably because he was an 'in' masochist. Even if he hadn't even sat down in front of her yet, she already knew that he was an in. Not that he was making it obvious-those who didn't have the same practice as her wouldn't notice that he was a masochist-but to someone who'd been doing this for so many years now, like her, well, he was a very readable person.

Another thing she noticed in that split second in which she first looked at this 'Peeta Mellark' was way he folded his arms across his stomach as soon as he shut the door behind him. It seemed to be a habit that he didn't notice but, on a psychological level, Katniss guessed he probably had a history of self-doubt and maybe anorexia. Madge had mentioned that his parents owned a bakery before they were killed in a fire, maybe he'd had a chubby childhood.

Katniss couldn't blame him, if she'd been surrounded by cupcakes and sweets as a kid, she'd have eaten it all as well.

Final thing noticed: he was hot. Katniss had suddenly felt like she was a teenager again, the same girl who pined after Merchant boys while also hating their guts with an intense passion. There was something, something she couldn't put her finger on, that separated Peeta from those other bastard boys who'd mocked her through childhood. She hadn't even spoken to him yet and she already knew that she was going to have to see if he'd sign her contract. If he signed the contract, it would show that he at least had courage and wasn't a wimp. Katniss couldn't bear the sight of wimps.

He didn't even need to sign the contract. The moment she saw those burns, she knew he had gumption. It was like the damage to his skin that he had caused himself had sealed the deed. She was going to have him, no matter what.

The necklace was a test. Simply to see if he was capable of doing what she told him to do. Katniss wasn't sure what possessed her to give Peeta the necklace. She didn't give anyone her necklace. Granted, she'd normally have a collar pre-made but that's besides the point. She never gave away her necklace. And yet, she gave it to him. There was just something . . . about him that . . . told her he'd look after it. He didn't seem like the type to throw things he's given away without abandon.

And god was he appetizing in a suit. Katniss had to clench her thighs on numerous occasions over the week she called 'the honeymoon period' where she let Peeta get his bearings at the office. Sure, he still folded his arms most of the time and chewed anxiously on his bottom lip when she'd try to stare him down. Katniss enjoyed teasing him in subtle ways like that, staring him down to see who was going to back down first being the most fun. Of course, he always looked away first, very likely turning pink in the process, but Katniss didn't mind. His bashfullness was sweet.

Still, it was a hard week. Katniss couldn't keep her mind off the fact that he was right outside her office. Peeta, her sub. If she wanted, she could call him in and do whatever she wanted to him. But she couldn't do that, tragically. She had told herself she was going to give him time to settle into the job before she took up the role of his Mistress. She still found herself fantasizing on numerous occasions over what she could-and was eventually going to-do to him anyway.

Maybe it seemed a bit sad but to quench her thirst to release her inner Mistress, Katniss wrote a list:

1) Buy lollipops. A lot of lollipops. The type with the massive suckers on top. Variety of colours too. When in my office, he must be constantly sucking on a lollipop.

Katniss wasn't even ashamed. The thought of watching that boy suck a lollipop made her wet with want. It was only the first point and she was already clenching her fist to resist the urge to send Peeta on an errand to get a million boxes of lollipops.

2) Get that collar made ASAP *Remember to ask Bonnie if Twill can make a matching leash*

After writing the second point, Peeta had actually came into the office to ask her something. Katniss didn't even bother to cover up the list. If he saw it, he saw it, no skin off her nose. He'd came in to say that Mr. Abernathy had to cancel his appointment with her. (Haymitch never came to their arranged appointments anyway, he opted to bother Katniss in the streets while wasted). Still, Katniss had gotten what she called 'the eyeful' of Peeta's gorgeous backside when he turned to leave. Which led to number three . . .

3) Regular spankings.

Katniss never passed up an opportunity to spank a sexy behind. Sometimes she didn't even do it as a punishment. If she felt like spanking, then she'd spank. If her sub complained then she'd punish him. Simple as.

There were many other points on her list, too many to go into in great detail. But the list was never completely set in stone. It was ever changing, with points taken out or points added. Katniss either grew out of a certain kink or just didn't like the idea of doing such a thing to a certain person, which would be what would make her cut it out. Somehow though, she found herself writing nearly every single thing she'd ever done onto Peeta's list, along with a variety of new things she liked the sound of.

Actually, scratch that, normally she wasn't so desperate to get started that she'd actually start writing down the many things in her mental bank of torture. It made Katniss wonder what the hell this silly, fumbling Merchant boy had done to her. Still, she supposed the list would come in handy . . . if she ever hit her head and lost her memory.

Now she had him in her clutches, with no escape (unless he said Mockingjay, of course, but Katniss didn't tend to focus on that). When he admitted that he wasn't confident in how he looked, Katniss came to the conclusion that he must have had some sort of weight issue as a child. When she undid the first couple of buttons, she was pleased with the sight of her necklace still around his neck.

Can do what he's told? Check.

"Good boy." Praise was one of the key ways to getting your sub to trust you. They tend to respond to positive encouragement (and negative scolding) and will either be proud of themselves or disappointed.

Judging by the small smile that creeped onto Peeta's face, he was most definitely proud.

Now, once she'd blinded him and opened the rest of his shirt, Katniss was nearly salivating with how close she was getting to satisfying the craving she'd been bonbarded with all week. Sure, he didn't have washboard abs or a six pack, but he definitely was defined. This was a nice change, eventually perfect bodies got boring anyway.

Katniss found it amusing how she could barely touch him and she'd have him in panting like a dog. Peeta was definitely the sort who'd get easily worked up, easy sign of a virgin. There was still the immediate locking of the knees issue though. Katniss tilted her head, carefully studying the man in front of her. Why wasn't he letting her into his pants? Lack of confidence? Traumatic experience as a child? Being a dickweed who didn't want her hand down there? Deciding that it was probably the first option, Katniss decided she'd give him a bit of a confidence boost.

"Jabberjay." She almost burst out laughing at the way he tensed underneath her upon hearing the word. God, he was fucking intoxicating, especially when he looked so helpless the way he did now. Katniss always liked blindfolds because she knew what was going on in Peeta's mind right then, even if she couldn't see his eyes. What's she going to do now? What do I do? The anticipation of waiting to see what her next move would be.

She decided to leave the pants area alone for now (although, she was not giving him his way next time).

Katniss brushed the shirt out of the way and kissed his stomach again, having to hold his hips down when he jumped in surprise. Katniss always found it easy to reach topspace, where everything sharpens and the ache to hurt and humiliate settles in. She does everything with a sort of relish and gives her sub exactly what he needs (with what she wants coming first, of course).

Trailing her lips up his chest and neck, she murmured in Peeta's ear, "Stay there, don't make a sound." She could practically hear him thinking, 'Where do you think I'm going to go?' which was a viable enough question but Katniss always said it anyway, knowing she was just riling him up more.

Slipping off the bed, Katniss went to the corner of the room where she dumped her bag. She glanced over her shoulder and smirked wickedly at the mercurial rise and fall of her captive's chest as he waited on her return. She grabbed her bag, taking her time, and dug her hand inside. She clawed around for a while until she found what she was looking for.

A box of lollipops.

Okay, so sue her, she bought the lollipops early. She didn't care.

Katniss stood for a moment by the bed, just to watch Peeta squirm for a bit. Cracking open the four pack of lollipops, she threw the box behind her head and held the four lollies in a clenched fist. Katniss climbed onto the bed again and repositoned herself by sitting on his crotch. She bit her lip and wiggled, making Peeta whine a little bit.

"Blue, red, green or yellow?" she asked, inspecting the lollipops carefully.

"What?" Even though she said she wasn't going to bring in the masochism yet (then again, she said she wasn't going to say jabberjay as well) she couldn't stop herself from smacking him for not listening. It was a reflex she couldn't control, it was like basic instinct to her now.

"If you don't understand say, 'I am sorry my Mistress, I do not understand.' Not 'what'," Katniss instructed firmly. "Just pick a colour. Blue, red, green or yellow."

Peeta licked his lips and Katniss watched the movement carefully, finding herself doing the same moments later. "I apologize, my Mistress-" huh, nice touch- "red."

Putting the rest of the lollipops onto the beside table, Katniss took the red one and pressed her finger onto the mandibular nerve at the very top of Peeta's lower jawbone. She applied slight pressure upwards just above the bone under his earlobe and moved her finger back an inch to press towards his neck, applying pressure to the 'hollow' spot. Peeta flinched, the sensation caused feeling strange. Katniss barely blinked, continuing to apply even more pressure into the hollow and forwards towards his face, underneath the jawbone, finally adding more pressure upwards to the bone just above the hollow spot.

As it always did, the process made Peeta's mouth fall open. Sure, she could have asked him to open his mouth on his own but playing with pressure points was much more enjoyable. She then popped the lollipop into his mouth and ordered, "Suck on it."

He didn't hesitate to listen to her this time, enclosing the top of the lolly between his lips and sucking on it. Katniss held onto the end of the stick, reaching out and brushing her hand through his hair. While his mouth was occupied, Katniss began to explain some of the ethics of relationships like these. "Times like these aren't always circulated around genital orgasms and, although they are nice, they aren't the main focus. It's more about us, our dynamic, how we interact and play." She pulled the lolly out a little bit before pushing it back in. She revelved in how his lips were already wet from sucking but could also tell that he was listening carefully to her.

"And honestly, most of what people think relationships are like are a bunch of stereotypes. You don't get off on pain, for starters. You don't burn yourself and your body goes through a pain-to-pleasure conversion, that's ludicris. It's a complicated matter of intensity and endorphins and self abandonment. What makes the pain worthwhile is that it's accompanied by and to some extent transformed by endorphins, lust, anticipation, etc. The experience of subbing is also deepened by the fact that you are being, albeit consensually, violated. Your personal space is being invaded and you are being insulted/hurt, and if tied down you may be physically unable to fight back. That kind of thing is intense. The fact that you want it means that the negative aspects are ultimately under your control, and can be defied or even channelled into catharsis, but it doesn't make them cease to exist," Katniss explained.

Peeta nodded in understanding, the lollipop chinking against his teeth as Katniss constantly teased his mouth with it.

"I, too, don't get off on hurting you. I'm always aware that what I'm doing is not normally accepted by others. We're the oddities, Peeta, and we have to except that. I don't pretend that the way I go about my sex life is the proper way to do it because that's ridiculous. But, really, I think those who judge should go get themselves a screw instead of worrying over our sex life," Katniss continued. "And I may hurt you and smack you if you don't do as I say but I will also care for you and treat you how you deserve to be treated."

She wasn't normally gentle while in Mistress mode but she had to get him to trust her. Her words were working though because he was slowly relaxing again underneath her. Slowly letting go of the end of the lollipop, Katniss said, "Keep sucking that."

"Yes Mistress."

Katniss smiled affectionately. "Good boy." She trailed her hand up his chest, enjoying the tiny purr she got in response, and ordered, "Now unlock your knees for your Mistress." There was a moment's hesitance before Peeta obeyed. Pleased with his obiedence, Katniss lifted her hips and undid the belt around his waist and tugged the zipper down. Peeta's breathing picked up, the lolly nearly falling out of his mouth. "Keep that in your mouth, remember," she reminded him.

He quickly nodded, tipping his head back to hold it securely in his mouth.

"Don't panic anyway, we can't do anything serious or arduous until our test results come back," Katniss explained, pushing herself up so her lips brushed his ear as she whispered in a hot voice, "I just want to give my boy his first orgasm." Peeta shuddered, groaning when she slipped her hand under his pants. He was sweating by now and Katniss licked the salt at the base of his throat as she grasped his cock over his underwear.

Peeta groaned, louder this time, and pulled against the handcuffs on the headboard. Katniss could feel the struggle radiate him, the fight against trying to get free while also trying to keep the lollipop in his mouth. "You like that?" she purred. She rubbed him through the thin material of his boxers, curling her hand around his arousal and squeezing him. When he moaned instead of answering her question, Katniss bit his neck, inflicting a yelp. "Answer your Mistress."

"S-sorry," Peeta stuttered. "Mis-Mistress."

"Do you like it?" Katniss repeated, nibbling softly on the spot she just bit.

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"Do you want it harder?" she asked. Peeta nodded. He whined when Katniss loosened her grip, not letting him get what he wanted so easily. Her captive squirmed underneath her, breathing heavily and burying his head into his arm. Katniss took the end of the lollipop again, idly playing with it. Even just the sound of his sucking on it was hot, which was saying something since on a normal day, Katniss would scrunch her nose up at the idea of saliva.

Deciding today wasn't a day for teasing, since it was Peeta's first time getting touched like this (not by an annoying Nun anyway), Katniss started stroking him again. She had to keep reminding herself to be gentle, since it had been so long since she'd been with a novice. She didn't even think she'd ever even been with a virginal novice before. Gasps and groans were normally like beats in her ears but Peeta's was like fine music, the type that made her want to listen to it endlessly.

Tragically, all good things come to an end and because of her experience and expertise, Katniss accidently lost track of the fact that Peeta was a virgin and maybe went a bit fast for someone of his practice which made orgasm occur much quicker than she'd have preferred.

"So, did you like that?" she asked, even though the stickiness of his boxers answered the question well enough. "By the way, we're done for now, so you can relax. Unless, of course, if you want to call me Mistress still, I don't mind."

"That was phenomonal," Peeta answered, breathless.

"Next time though, since you know how this goes, you'll only orgasm when I give you permission to or you'll be punished," Katniss explained, shaking her hand to get the cum off.

"How am I supposed to hold it?!" Peeta exclaimed.

Katniss shrugged. "Dunno," she said. "Of course you could just opt for the punishment and orgasm anyway."

"What's the punishment anyways?"

"You have to melt three ice cubes," Katniss answered. Peeta frowned, moving the lollipop to the other side of his mouth while he thought about it. Katniss absentmindedly licked her lips, suddenly glad that she bought the lollies earlier than originally planned.

"That doesn't sound too bad," he finally said.

"But I didn't tell you how you have to melt them," Katniss said. "Might want to think about it for a moment."

"Okay then, tell me, how would I have to melt them?" Peeta asked.

Katniss smirked at how oblvious he was. "You have to melt them on your body. I can guarantee that at least one cube will be put in underwear territory." Even if she couldn't see his eyes, Katniss could tell that Peeta was perplexed.

"Would that even work?" he asked.

"Eventually. Warm always beats cold. If I put ice cubes on your body then your natural body heat will eventually melt them. May take a while but it will work. Trust me." Oh yes, that reminded her, she had to fill her ice cube trays. Couldn't have him orgasming without permission and her not having any ice cubes to melt. Then again, if she forgot again, she could just spank him.

Yeah . . . that sounded solid.

"What's with the lollipop anyway?" Peeta questioned.

"Oh, yeah, when in my office you must have a lollipop in your mouth," Katniss said. No. 1 on list: Check.

"Can I ask why?"

"Because you're so panty wetting hot when sucking on a lollipop," she answered. Immediately, Peeta turned pink in embarrassment. Sigh, the innocence of a virgin. "Hey, be thankful I bought you normal lollipops. You can get lollies that actually taste like sex and BDSM."

Peeta grimaced. "What does sex and BDSM even taste like?"

Katniss snorted. "Beats me," she replied. "I don't eat 'em." She leaned forward and pecked his nose. "You were a very good boy, well done."

"Thank you . . . Mistress."

Katniss smirked. "You know, there's other names, I don't mind. I also go by Ma'am, or do you still prefer Mistress?"

Peeta looked sheepish, admitting, "Yeah, I prefer Mistress."

"Okay then. Oh! Wait! I even had a sub once who called me Mom, what about that?" Katniss asked.

It was like she flicked an invisible switch. Peeta's whole demeanour changed. He closed himself off, building a brick wall between Katniss and himself. He didn't even answer her. Katniss wondered what she'd done, what she'd said. Everything had been going so well between them and everything . . .

"Okay, we'll stick with Mistress, okay?" she said.

Peeta barely nodded.

When he went home that night, she added at the end of the list,

N.T.S: Stay away from anything to do with his mother. Makes an indestructable wall come between us. I didn't realise before, but there's more to Peeta Mellark than meets the eye.

A/N: So how did I do?

Hey, did you know there actually are lollipops you can buy that taste like sex and BDSM. Does anyone even know what that tastes like?

Please R&R!