***Hunter's POV***

"So what now?" I repeat to myself, yeah what now genius.  What did I get myself into this time?!

He likes being controlled....wait...no...he doesn't like...he loves it....he absolutely loves the mere thought of it.  But do I really love the thought of controlling?

Do I?

"Hunter?"  I hear a soft voice calling me, I snap out of my thoughts to notice him looking at me.

"What?" I growled, which made him jump a bit.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered.  WHAT?!  What is he sorry for??

"There's no need to be sorry here...."  My voice turned gentle on him, in a soothing caring tone.  He looked at me, giving me a weird look, and I see him sigh in defeat for a second and stands.  He then turns to me and says, "I'm sorry Hunter I should just go....."

I retrace my thoughts back to where he was leaving, seeing him stand up from the bed heading out the door, out the room, out my life.

My eyes widen, and next thing I knew I'm standing and yelling the top of my head off.  "WHAT?  Oh no you don't!  You just turn around and get your scrawny ass on to that bed!"

The anger, hurt, and despair I felt at just the mere thought of it.  From that moment I knew he won my heart over by his little actions, his fear.  The way he trembles at someone yelling at him....seeing him be so obedient to my every word....is so....so....

I see him blink and then in less than a second he's back on the bed.

"Good....good......" I tell him, my hand gently caressing the side of his face.  "And if we keep on behaving...well....lets say....be a good boy....you won't be punish too much...."

What the hell am I thinking?  I should be angry at him, not lusting over him! Well, I can...but that's not the point here......

I should just tie him up on to the bed, and keep him there until I want too.....Hell that maybe a good idea...

"Come to think of it....I may just tie you up right now...so you won't be able to run off on me again...."