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Chapter Nine

Katniss secured the last clasp on the bed, grinning evilly at her captive and placing her finger to her lips. "Ssssh," she breathed, teasing him. Wide, blue eyes stared at her in awe, following every step she took as she moved to the end of the bed to fully appreciate what she had before her.

Her captive was breathing wildly, a strip of silk gagging his mouth open and letting harsh gasps escape. Silken, blond curls fell into innocent blue eyes, refusing to shift no matter how often he jerked his head. The candles, the only source of light in the room, flickered and danced across the expanse of his body, complimenting the porcelin skin and making the thin film of sweat that coated his chest glitter.

"Johanna had these clothes made for me," Katniss purred, trailing an idle hand down her red and black lace corset. "She is good friends with the fashion designer who did the clothes for Lady Marmalade. I don't wear it too often but I did say you were being rewarded, didn't I?"

Her baby cub seemed too shocked to answer. Katniss was pleased by this. If there was something she hated, it was when her subs tried to act like they weren't internally freaking out.

Katniss grabbed a marker out of one of her drawers and narrowed her eyes at Peeta, before letting them trail down lower. She smirked when he flushed in embarrassment. "You're just loving all this attention, aren't you?" she teased, crawling up onto the bed to kneel between his legs. She bit the lid off the marker and spat it out so it fell to the floor by the bed. Peeta watched her nervously, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. How sweet, they hadn't even started yet.

When the tip of the marker pressed against his bare chest, Peeta shivered. Katniss grinned deviously, spelling out four words. S-L-U-T. Due to the restriction of his limbs, Peeta could only barely see what she had wrote but once he figured it out, the flush deepened from light pink to deep scarlet.

Katniss threw the marker away, pleased with the humiliated response she got. She let her hands wander down her captive's helpless body, tracing every muscle like they were gifts she couldn't wait to open. "What to do, what to do, what to do with you?" she sang. "You know, I almost invited Johanna over. She would die to get her hands on you and since you are being rewarded, after all, maybe having two women pleasure you is a delightful idea. Since you are such a slut, after all, right?"

Katniss laughed at the alarmed expression on Peeta's face.

"Don't worry, baby, you're all mine," she purred, caressing his face. "I wouldn't let big, bad Johanna make you uncomfortable." Relief didn't even half describe what flooded his features after she said this.

Katniss patted herself down, frowning thoughtfully. Where were her clothes pins? She climbed off the bed and found them in the second drawer down. She straddled her captive's waist and wiggled her hips, rubbing herself against his obvious arousal. Peeta's eyes fluttered in pleasure and he whined pathetically when she moved away.

"No sound," Katniss said firmly. "If you so much as whimper without my permission I'll have to get out the punishment box." She hadn't tried the punishment box yet but knew that she had peaked Peeta's interest by mentioning it.

Katniss lazily traced the black letters she marked onto her slave's chest, her fingers idly drifting to his nipples. Opening the clothespins with her teeth, she clipped them on. Katniss almost lost her focus when Peeta welded his eyes shut and lifted his hips as she nearly fell off of him. Ah, so he liked that, did he? It was clear that he was forcing himself to keep quiet, lest he disobey her.

Basking in every shift, every tense of muscle, every forced swallow of sound, Katniss retrieved an identical strip of silk to the one she had gagged Peeta with. She let it trail up the length of his body, the soft material gliding up and caressing his skin. Katniss proceeded to wrap the strip around his eyes, cutting off his vision. His breathing sped up at this but she wasn't worried. They sorted out a series of taps he was going to do against the headboard of the bed if he got uncomfortable with what she was doing.

"This is where you thank me for shaving you," Katniss declared. She could imagine how Peeta's eyes would have widened in fear and excitement if he saw her produce the candle like she did. She lit it up and let it sit on the bedside table. While she waited for some of the wax to melt, Katniss clicked off the clothespins and replaced them with her mouth. A teeny, tiny whimper escaped but it was so miniscule Katniss couldn't count it.

Due to the possible severity of what she was about to do, Katniss knew that she had to remove the gag. She licked a trail up from his nipple to his ear, letting it curl around the shell tenderly. "I'm going to remove the gag," she purred into his ear, "but if you make a sound without being asked a question, the threat of punishment still stands." Peeta nodded his understanding. Katniss smiled and kissed his cheek. "Good boy."

When she released his mouth from the confines of the gag, he sucked in a greedy breath of air, as if he had been suffocating-which he obviously hadn't been. Katniss picked up the candle and held out her arm. She let the wax drip onto her wrist, testing the heat, being trying it again at different heights. Safety percautions were a bitch but they had to be done.

Finally, when she was sure that the temperature was just fine, she smoothed a hand down her sub's gorgeous chest and held the candle over the skin. She could feel the anticipation radiating off her captive, the wonder of what she was going to do to him causing him to internally panic in an excited way.

The wax dropped, as if in slow motion, off the candle and onto the tip of the 'S' she had drawn onto Peeta's skin. He tensed underneath her and bit down on his bottom lip, stifling any sound of exclaimation he may have felt forcing its way through him. Katniss ignored him, moving the candle as she pleased, tracing out the letters she had written with the red wax.

When she finished, she was pleased with the result. Slut was burned across his chest in candle wax. Not permanantly, obviously. She could wipe it away when they were finished.

Time for the main event. Katniss kissed her way down Peeta's stomach, spending a moment paying avid attention to the muscles that tensed and shifted under her lips. She went down lower, letting her tongue dip into his navel and run along the sharp ridges of his hips.

She hovered over his pulsating member for a moment, letting her hot breath caress the senstive skin. She knew she was frustrating Peeta because he was biting so hard on his lip he had drew a little blood. Katniss shivered. She hated blood.

Deciding that she had teased him enough, she engulfed him in her mouth. Unable to help himself, Peeta gasped, his hips lifting off the bed. Katniss used her forearm to push him back down. She was in control of this, not him. She let her tongue explore the underside of his cock, licking from base to tip and back up again. The hand that wasn't splayed on his hip to keep them down crawled underneath him and massaged his balls gently.

Katniss knew when a guy was reaching his end and the signs were exactly the same with Peeta. Rapid breathing, inability to keep his hips down despite the fact she was practically pinning him, choked gasping sounds. Katniss may have been a good mistress, also, but she hated having cum in her mouth, so she commited any and all signs of climax to memory.

She let go of him with a pop, an evil smirk growing on her face when he whimpered pathetically as the cold air reacted with the saliva.

Kissing back up his stomach, Katniss reached his ear again and purred, "Do not cum until I tell you to."

Peeta nodded, his eyebrows immediately bowing together as he began to concentrate on not cumming. Katniss took his ear into her mouth, sucking on it seductively while her hand grasped ahold of his arousal. One of those choked, baby animal noises esacaped him again as she slowly stroked him and a vein stood out on his forehead, he was trying that hard.

"Not yet," Katniss breathed, flicking her thumb over the tip and lazily nipping at his neck with her teeth. "Not yet." He was nearing the end of his tether, she could feel it. "Not yet." She always liked to see how far she could push but knew that Peeta was still a beginner and she couldn't force him too far.

Slowly pushing herself back up to his ear, she licked the side of his face slowly before purring incredibly slowly, "You have premission to release."

When he came, his body practically deflated, no longer having to deal with the strain of holding it in. Katniss snickered and got to work wiping away the semen, which covered nearly every surface within a metre radius. Including her hand. She tentatively took a lick and pursed her lips. Not too bad.

"You did really well, Peeta," she praised. She pulled the blind fold off his eyes and almost laughed at the dazed expression on his face. "Your Mistress is proud of you."

Peeta smiled, glad to have pleased her.

"However, you made noise," Katniss continued. She slid off the bed and grinned. "Which means you get to see the punishment box."

"Punishment box?" Peeta repeated, sounding confused.

Katniss winked. She yanked out the bottom drawer by the bed and pulled out the black metal box. "This is the punishment box," she explained. "Inside are an array of punishments. I open the lid, close my eyes and pull one out. Whichever one I pull out is the one you'll receieve. Understand?"

"I think so."

"Good because I'm not explaining it again." Katniss tore off the lid and covered her eyes before sticking her hand to the very bottom of the box. Her fingers found a slip of paper and she pulled it out, her eyes examining what was written in almost excitement. She grinned.

Peeta frowned. "What does it say?"

Katniss looked at him with a hungry gleam in her eyes. "I think it's about time we went out for dinner together."

A/N: What do you think the punishment is? I'd love to hear what you think it is! :)

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