A/N: I'm so sorry about the long wait, I didn't mean for this to take so long. I hope some of you are still reading this

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Ten

Katniss loved the ritzy restaurant Die Tribute Von Panem. It was located in Upper City and was very classy. She hadn't been there in what felt like years but that was all going to change now that she had pulled that card out of the punishment box. In a way, she was glad. It was an excuse to get out and explore the world she hadn't visited since she put her BDSM life on hold. As she combed her hair back and smiled at her reflection in the mirror in her bedroom, she could almost see the look in Peeta's face when she had told him that he had two hours to go home and get dressed into a nice suit. She expected him home any minute.

She went to her vanity table and plucked the tiny blue object between her thumb and forefinger. Flicking it carefully, she checked that it was still working. When the usual vibrations began and the gentle buzzzzzz began to exude from it, Katniss smiled in triumph and put it back down. It had come to her attention that she had been going very easy on Peeta recently. Whether it be stopping Johanna from poking a little fun or speaking kindly to him in the bedroom. He may have been a virgin but he wasn't made of glass. He could handle a little rough play. And that was exactly what this punishment was going to prove.

Katniss re-read the piece of paper she had picked out of the punishment box. It hadn't changed; all the same letters making up the same words. Public humiliation was always the most fun, Katniss found it was the one punishment that never failed to make a sub squirm.

Peeta-punctual as ever-returned at seven o'clock. He was dressed formally, as instructed, and had obviously had a shower to calm himself down after the candle wax and the handjob. As soon as she smelled the citrusy scent of his shampoo with the underlying smell of cinnamon that never seemed to leave him, Katniss almost wanted to ditch the dinner and simply drag Peeta back to the playroom for some headboard-banging-off-the-wall sex. She didn't, however, and managed to compose herself through her lust.

Upon seeing her, Peeta's eyes had widened in surprise. Katniss smiled, getting the exact reaction she had hoped for. She was wearing a scarlet backless dress that had a slit up the skirt that flaunted her tanned legs. It was amusing to watch his innocent eyes sweep over her bare shoulders and down her arms. To see his Adam's apple bob when he saw how the slit went all the way up her thigh, almost being inappropriate to go out in public in but not quite.

"Wow," Peeta breathed. "You look . . . lovely."

"Thanks. So do you," Katniss replied. She gestured for him to come in. "There's one thing I need to do before we go."

"Oh?" asked Peeta. Katniss hadn't let him in on any of what she was going to do to him for breaking her rules. She wanted to keep him in the dark the entire time. When she left him in the living room to collect the little blue object, Katniss could feel his eyes burning into the back of her head, maybe even the spot in which she previously stood, long after she was gone. She collected the blue object from her room before throwing a tube of heating lube into her purse and rejoining Peeta in the living room. She was almost giddy with excitement. Punishing did this to her but she was able to keep her poker face. If Peeta saw her giggling then he'd think she wasn't serious. And if she wasn't taking it seriously, why should he? Thoughts like this must never happen.

"Put this in your underwear," Katniss instructed. She took Peeta's hand and placed the blue object in it.

Peeta frowned at the tiny item in confusion. "What is it?" he asked.

Katniss raised her eyebrows. "We're still under jabberjay enforcements, might I add," she reminded him. She could understand why he mightn't have thought this and decided since she was already about to punish him, she could leave it for now. Maybe bring it up later when spanking him again.

"Sorry, Mistress," Peeta replied. He uneasily glanced from her to the blue object and back to her. "May I go to the bathroom to do it?" he asked sheepishly.

"Why?" Katniss asked. "I've seen everything there is to see. Nothing to hide. Just stick your hand down there and drop it in." Her abrasive attitude caused Peeta to blush and it took a lot of strength not to smile fondly at him. How easily he got embarrassed never failed to make Katniss smile. It was just so . . . adorable. "Or would you like your Mistress to do it for you?"

Not giving him a chance to respond, Katniss took the blue item back off of him and grabbed the waistband of his trousers. She pulled him up against her body, smirking in self-satisfaction when he yelped in surprise. Trying not to wrinkle the white pressed shirt he was wearing, Katniss slipped her hand into the front of his underwear and dropped it neatly. She even gave his cock a little squeeze just to see the adorable blush again.

She pushed up on her tiptoes so her mouth was level with his ear. "Try not to get hard, this is an upscale place we're going to, after all," she whispered. Peeta nodded, still flushed bright pink. Katniss pulled her hand out and smiled. "Well, let's go then."

Die Tribute Von Panem was incredibly busy. It always was, that's why Katniss loved it so much. Glimmer, the daughter of the owner used to be an old sub of hers-to Katniss, gender was nothing but a different set of organs-and whenever Katniss wanted in, she was in. Of course, Katniss knew this was because Glimmer someday hoped she would take her back, that she regretted her mistakes and hoped that someday she would be forgiven. Truth was, Katniss had forgiven her long ago, and she just didn't want to take her on as a sub again. Glimmer was too childish. She couldn't follow the rules. Katniss couldn't deal with people who couldn't follow the rules.

Katniss' usual table wasn't extremely public but wasn't entirely private either. It was a booth but not a corner one that could be seen into easily by other tables. Even when in the presence of people, Katniss had chatted away to Peeta, enjoying the way he blushed every time he called her Mistress when people were around. He'd get used to it, learn to not give a damn about what other people thought of them. Once this realization was had, life really was an open ball park.

"That blonde girl who showed us to our table keeps looking at you and staring, Mistress," Peeta said.

Katniss looked casually over her shoulder to where, low and behold, Glimmer stood eyeing her up. As soon as the blonde girl saw Katniss looking, she smiled brightly and straightened up. She hurried over to the table, excited as a puppy and was almost bouncing up and down as she stood by. "Hello Ma'am," she giggled. To an outsider this seemed like waitress courtesy, no one knew that Ma'am to Glimmer was like Mistress to Peeta. "Can I help you?"

"Yup!" Katniss replied. "We'll have a bottle of your finest champagne and a pitcher of iced water."

Glimmer nodded rapidly. "Coming right up, Ma'am." She was off like a shot, determined to impress Katniss with her speed.

"Mistress, if you don't mind my asking, did she seem a little bit . . ." Peeta trailed off, unable to find the right adjective.

"Eager?" Katniss finished. "Yeah, she is. Her name's Glimmer. She's an old sub of mine. I left her a while ago and she still hasn't gotten over it."

"Why did you leave her, Mistress?" asked Peeta.

"She couldn't follow rules," Katniss shrugged. "I told you how important the rules are, didn't I?"

Peeta nodded. "You did, Mistress," he said.

"She wants me to take her back," Katniss explained. "It's rather sad, if you ask me. There are plenty of other doms in Panem she could seek out. Instead she chooses to wait on me to make a decision that is never going to be made."

"Maybe she just can't let go. You are amazing, Mistress," Peeta replied.

His words brought a smile to her face, despite the situation. Damn it, she needed to get back on track. Shaking her head, Katniss pulled a small black circular object she had put in her purse earlier and put it on the table so Peeta could see it. "What is that, Mistress?" he asked.

"It's a remote," Katniss answered.

"It only has one button, Mistress," Peeta pointed out, referring to the red button on the middle of the remote.

Katniss nodded. "It only does one thing," she said.

"What does it do, Mistress?"

Katniss picked the remote back up and pretended to inspect it. "This turns on the vibrator I put in your underwear before we left."

It was like watching a wave wash over the shore. Peeta stared at the remote as if expecting it to explode right before his eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked, hastily adding, "Mistress," at the end.

"I'll let you find out for yourself," Katniss smiled. She lifted the remote back up and pressed the red button. The vibrator was designed to be placed in the underwear, seated on the base of pants or wedged at the front for a man. The buzz is faint, so its actions are discreet. Katniss watched with amusement as Peeta's fingers curled around his napkin and clutched it tight until the vein stood out on his hand. His face flushed pink and he crossed one leg over another under the table. "You feeling okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," Peeta nodded. He was breathing heavily and kept his mouth sealed shut in fear of releasing an embarrassing sound.

"I'm sure you're feeling really good," Katniss replied. "Of course, because I'm so nice, I'm going to make you feel even better. But you have to listen carefully, okay?" Peeta nodded again, no longer able to even let out a sound of confirmation. "I want you to go into the Men's Room and touch yourself in a cubicle until you cum." Katniss lifted her purse from her chair and pushed it across the table. "This will help you. There's some lube and a urine container inside."

Peeta gritted his teeth and winced, forcing himself to keep his cool. It was a very busy day for Die Tribute and if he made a scene, people would most definitely begin to stare. "Urine container, Mistress?" he groaned out in question.

Katniss smiled and put his hand over the purse. "I'll be needing evidence that you did it now, won't I?" she said. Peeta looked from her, to the purse, back up to her. Katniss could tell he was double checking that she was being serious. Katniss nodded her head. "Go on, I'll be here waiting."

Peeta stood up, slightly nervous, and frowned at the table. "Mistress," he asked in a small voice, "where's the Men's Room?"

"Over there, to the right," Katniss answered. Peeta nodded, somewhat hesitantly, and-purse in hand-swiftly disappeared into the toilets. Man, his butt looked pretty damn good in tight trousers.

Glimmer immediately took residence in Peeta's seat. Katniss sighed and leaned back in her seat. "What, Glimmer?" she asked tiredly.

"Ma'am, hear me out," Glimmer insisted. She produced a glass and popped the cork on the bottle of champagne she was bringing to the table to make sure her boss didn't think she was slacking. "I've changed, I'm a different person now. I've thought through everything you told me when you left me and I get it now."

"Glimmer, I'm sorry, I moved on," said Katniss. She accepted the glass Glimmer filled with champagne. As she took a sip and the bubbles tickled the back of her throat, a frown crawled onto her face. "Actually, you know what, I'm not sorry. I don't have to be sorry. Our relationship-if you could even call it that-is over and has been for ages."

Glimmer smacked the pitcher of water onto the table irritably. "Ma'am-"

"Don't call me that," Katniss replied firmly. "We are no longer together."

"Okay," Glimmer said, her eyes alight with excitement. "See? I can follow orders now because I know how important they are!"

Katniss shook her head. "Don't do this to yourself, Glim. Surely there's someone else you can find to start a relationship with. There are forums for subs searching for people to dominate them, websites you can go on to find someone willing to control you. That person just isn't me, not anymore."

"Come on Katniss, give me another chance!" Glimmer lowered her voice to a whisper. "Remember all the fun we had together? We could have that again, just imagine!"

"Glim-" Katniss stopped talking when Glimmer reached across and put her hand on her knee. She quirked an eyebrow and gave the girl a warning stare. "Glimmer, it's over."

"You told me I'm the best you ever had!" the blonde girl exclaimed. "You told me that I'm the only person who ever gave you an orgasm while you were riding my face!"

Katniss rolled her eyes and swallowed more champagne. She reached her glass out for Glimmer to re-fill. "I told you a lot of things," she said.

"I think you just can't admit that you didn't ever get over me," said Glimmer. "You did say that you were going to take a break from the dominatrix life because you couldn't handle it right now! You just couldn't handle me because I was too good for you! Who is this man you're with tonight anyway? Don't tell me you've actually developed feelings for someone?!"

Katniss calmly retracted Glimmer's hand from her knee. The girl's childish attitude was just proving the point that she was never going to be ready to be her sub again. That she hadn't changed at all. As calmly as she could manage, she pulled her glass back out from under the bottle nozzle and took another long sip of it. Despite the fact she knew that whatever she had with Peeta was completely different to anything she'd had with any sub before, Katniss wanted Glimmer out of her hair.

"That man? He's my sub," said Katniss.

Glimmer's expression immediately melted into a scowl. "But you said you were taking a break!" she protested.

"I was," Katniss shrugged. "But he brought me out of it."

Glimmer rolled her eyes. "He can't be that good," she muttered.

"Better than you," Katniss answered. When Glimmer narrowed her eyes, Katniss added, "Ma'am."

Glimmer didn't say anything. She growled and pushed away from the table, storming away in a huff. Katniss grinned triumphantly and drank the rest of the champagne in her glass. Glimmer didn't return and the lack of things to do caused Katniss to wonder how Peeta was getting on. She wondered whether he was finding it difficult or whether it was easy for him. Forced masturbation in public was one of her favourite punishments, as it was the most amusing yet arousing punishment in the box. There was just something so . . . satisfying about the thought of Peeta using something she taught him to pleasure himself in the public restroom.

The best thing was, it wasn't over yet.

When Peeta came back, the embarrassed flush still poisoned his cheeks. Katniss' purse was clutched in his hand and when he reached the table and opened his mouth to speak, his voice was barely above a whisper. "The container's in there," he said, handing her the purse.

Katniss opened her purse and grinned at the concrete evidence inside it. "Good boy," she praised. Peeta smiled, the gesture shy and tiny, and sat back down in his seat. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Mistress," Peeta answered.

"What did you learn?" asked Katniss.

"Not to make noises when you tell me not to. Which I won't ever do again, Mistress," Peeta replied.

"Odds are you probably will," said Katniss. "Mistakes are part of the fun. But there's a difference between purposely going against my orders and accidentally letting a couple of moans slip. Besides, I enjoy dolling out punishments." She picked up the pitcher of water and poured Peeta a glass. She gave him a few minutes to sip his water and calm himself down before she continued the punishment. "So, tell me how you did it."

Peeta choked on his water and started coughing like a maniac. Katniss bit back laughter and watched him compose himself again. "How I did what, Mistress?"

"How you touched yourself," Katniss answered. "I thought that was obvious." Peeta looked around, expecting the people surrounding them to be all listening intently. Of course, they weren't. They didn't hear what they were talking about and even if they did, they probably wouldn't care anyway. Katniss had come to learn this ages ago but she guessed it would take a while for Peeta to realize this too. "Tell me what you were doing in there. Go on, I'm your Mistress, there should be no secrets between us."

"I just did . . . you know, the usual thing most guys do, Mistress," Peeta shrugged. He ducked his head down to stare at the table, cheeks still flaming.

Katniss tapped Peeta's chin. "Look at me the entire time. Eye contact is key, don't look away from me as if I'm diseased."

"I wouldn't look away from you if you were diseased," said Peeta.

He met her eyes and Katniss' heart did this weird fluttering thing. His eyes were just so blue, it seemed almost unhuman. Genetically altered unhuman. It was just so vivid and gorgeous. "So, tell me, did you jerk off?"

There was a long pause as Peeta adjusted to the bluntness of the question. "Not exactly, Mistress" he admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, so you used the lube I put in there to"-this time Katniss lowered her voice-"finger yourself?"

If it were possible, Peeta's face reddened into a deeper shade of the colour. "Not exactly, Mistress," he said.

"What then?" asked Katniss. One part of her poking was part of the punishment and the other part was that she was genuinely curious. The part of herself that was still completely and utterly aroused by Peeta's embarrassment and the fact that he had actually managed to go into a cubicle in the Men's Room and touch himself to the point of orgasm. Katniss had thought that he would give it a go but come back saying he couldn't do it, causing them to return home and pull another punishment out of the box. A simpler one.

When Peeta still couldn't find an answer, Katniss realized why he was so reluctant. She leaned forward, champagne glass still in hand, and whispered, "You did both, didn't you?" He didn't respond. Katniss grinned as she knew she had found the answer. "Oh, you dirty boy, I didn't know you had it in you."

The eye contact broke as Peeta groaned and banged his forehead off the table. "Please don't make a big deal about it, Mistress," he begged.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that," Katniss teased, scruffing his hair with her fingers. "You completed the task beautifully." She twirled a curl of golden hair around her finger, unable to get the image of Peeta touching himself out of her head. The thought alone was making her so wet she could flood a small town.

"I am never breaking the rules again," Peeta mumbled. "I haven't been more embarrassed in my entire life."

"There's no need to get embarrassed, now, you know I don't think it's embarrassing, I think it's incredibly sexy," Katniss assured. She tugged his hair as a sign to lift his head. When he did, Katniss leaned over the table and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. "Besides, now that I know that's how you touch yourself, I kind of want to see it."

Peeta frowned. "Sorry, Mistress, what do you mean?" he asked.

Katniss pursed her lips and took his hand, tracing patterns on his palm with her fingernail. "Maybe sometime I'll film you. You know, for when it's my turn to touch myself," she explained. Peeta surprised Katniss by laughing, able to find the humour in her words.

Once he was able to loosen up and not find embarrassment-as cute as it was-in everything she said, the night became a lot more casual and laid back. They had a wonderful dinner and chatted for hours. Katniss had to admit, she was a little drunk when they were prepared to leave. While she was paying for the meal (Peeta had tried to pay but she ordered him to put his wallet away and threatened to punish him again if he didn't obey her), she saw Glimmer lingering in the background, giving them the evil eye. Not really thinking all that clear due to the alcohol clouding her brain, she pulled Peeta closer as they were leaving and sneered at Glimmer when they left.

As soon as they were back at Katniss' house, she was so tipsy she couldn't fit her key into the lock. Peeta took the key from her and unlocked the door himself. As soon as they were through the door, Katniss kicked it shut and pushed him against the wall. Before he has a chance to ask her about what she's doing, she kisses him fiercely. Peeta responded eagerly, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders and hoping she'd be okay with it. When it came to kissing Katniss, he was unsure about whether it was okay to touch her or not.

Katniss fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her mouth sloppily kissing his neck. She was always uncoordinated when she was drunk but managed to get most of the basic actions done.

"Katniss," Peeta said. She ignored him and pressed herself harder against him, practically pinning him into the wall. "Um, Mistress, you're a little drunk, maybe you should take it easy."

"I'm not drunk," Katniss mumbled. Even as she spoke, her eyes lazily drooped shut and she was pressing her cheek against his chest sleepily.

Peeta chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. Katniss giggled at the feel of it against her face. "Come on, I'll bring you up to bed," he said.

"Oooh, sounds promising." Katniss cackled at her own joke as Peeta gently took hold of her elbow and guided her upstairs. "You're sooooooooooooo sexy, have I ever told you that?" she gushed as they slowly ascended upstairs. She staggered and tripped a few times, almost bringing Peeta down with her, but he managed to keep her upright all the same. "You're like, the sexiest guy I've ever been with and I've been with a lot of sexy guys."

"Thank you, Mistress," Peeta said, holding back laughter when Katniss reached the top of the stairs and almost collapsing in front of her room. He scooped her up into a bridal lift and carried her into the bedroom.

Katniss' room was completely different to the playroom. The forestry green walls and the wooden floorboards were an oxymoron of the red and black colour scheme of the playroom. Her whole life wasn't consumed by her BDSM lifestyle and she liked to express the other aspects of her life through things such as fashion and interior design. When Peeta was a few steps away from the bed, Katniss wriggled out of his arms. "Come on, let's do this!" she said.

"Mistress, we're not doing anything. I'd feel like I'm taking advantage," said Peeta.

"You wouldn't be taking advantage!" Katniss declared, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward her. "Besides, I've already undone most of your shirt." When she tried to finish off undoing his buttons, Peeta took both her wrists.

"Come on, Katniss," he said, "you're not thinking straight right now." He wove around her to pull back the bedspread and quilt. Katniss grinned and sneaked up behind him, pinching his backside and laughing when he yelped.

"Hey, behave yourself," Peeta warned.

"I own your ass," Katniss giggled as he lead her towards the bed and sat her down. He took her heels off and tucked her into bed with her dress still on. "You beelloonngg toooo meeeee." Peeta went to the light switch and flicked it off, immersing the room in darkness. Katniss smiled and pushed her head into his hand when he brushed the hair back from her face.

"Night Katniss," he said.

"Night Peetie!" Katniss beamed. When he turned to leave, her face fell. She suddenly didn't want him to leave. Lurching forward, Katniss grabbed his hand and desperately said, "Stay with me?"

Peeta nodded and smiled. "Always."

A/N: Please R&R with thoughts!