**Taker's POV***

Chills run through me with his words.  "Tie me up?"

Hunter's voice is soft, soothing, despite his words.  "I thought you said you liked that.  You weren't lying to me, were you?"  I shake my head violently.  "Good, because I'd hate to have to punish you for lying to me."

There's that magic word again.  Punish.  Like he's going to make all my twisted dreams...and nightmares...come true.  "I'm not lying to you," I managed to whisper.

"Good boy."  Hunter starts to pace back and forth.  "But we still haven't dealt with the matter of you running away earlier."

"I'm sorry..." I try to apologize, but Hunter cuts me off.  "Stop right there.  For the rest of this night you will not speak unless I say you can, do you understand me?"  His voice has an edge to it, and I nod mutely.  He continues walking.  "I guess it comes down to one question."  His hands drop to his waist as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of the loops.  "The question is, do I want my belt around your wrists," he glances at the bedposts, "or, do I want my belt across your ass?"  He flicks the belt across my jean-clad thigh.

I hiss.  Fuck, this is so hot.  My eyes follow him as he paces.  His voice is like velvet as it pours over me.  "On one hand, I could have you nice and tied up, to do whatever I  pleased with....but on the other hand, you'll never learn not to act as childish as you did tonight without the proper discipline."  I swallow.  I don't know how much more I can take...  "Either way, I bet you would look so lovely while you were helpless, out of control..."

"Oh God..."

The words escape me before I can stop myself.  Like an eagle swooping in on its prey, Hunter is leaning into my face.  "Did you talk without permission?"  Weakly, I nod.  What else can I do?  "Well, I guess you made my decision for me then."