16. Skipper

Theoldbarnat the back of Vixen’s Lodge is the oldest structure on the property, yet it holds a rustic charm that the colonial-style home can’t compete with. I’ve only been out in this barn once. It was the night that Rhys, my Kitten, came to her first Feast night. Terence Hill, otherwise known as Master Hill—which is a crock of shit. He’s a master of nothing—set up a small area in the barn for Rhys to discretely get ready in. Since she’s underage and needs to keep her attendance a secret, she enters the back of the property on an old dirt track and slips unnoticed into the barn. Then she works her magic and applies her mask makeup. I’ve never told Rhys this, but she’s extremely talented. Her masks always look exotic. Beautiful in a dark way. And most importantly, she disguises her face well. After she morphs her face into someone unrecognisable, she dresses in whatever scandalous outfit Master Hill leaves for her.

It’s sickening the way he looks at her. The way he sizes her up as if she’s his prey. Everyone at the Feast’s set their sights on her, tempted and salivating for a taste. Master Hill, on the other hand, is a true predator. If I’d known before that first night, I would never have let Rhys join.

So now it’s on me to make sure she is ok. What Master Hill did on Sunday night was fucked up and definitely not ok. He knows me and Kitten had drawn a line that we agreed not to cross. Yes, she has pushed the boundary many times, but it was a dance we played regularly, adding to the excitement of our time here. So, when he gave her two impossible choices, I’m sure he thought she’d pick going with him into his fucking creepy dungeon under the house. I bet the prick was salty as fuck when he had to sit back and watch us finally cross that line.

There’s no doubt in my mind that he filmed it. He has hidden cameras everywhere. It’s how he manipulates people to either stay or go. Or, in our case, cross a line. He’s probably watched the footage a thousand times, and fuck, I hope the motherfucker saw how much Kitten and I loved every moment. I hope he fucking felt every bit of the passion we have for each other.

Passion she doesn’t have for him.

Even though we had to follow Master Hills’ commands and perform the act following a specific criteria to get the evidence he wanted, I made sure Kitten didn’t have time to think about that creepy fucker. I made sure she could only feel how I set fire to her from the inside out. It was fucking beautiful. I haven’t been able to think of much else but the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she ached just as badly for me as I did for her.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it?

I’m her fucking teacher!

I’m thirty-two years old, for fuck’s sake. Rhys is only seventeen! What the actual fuck am I thinking? Obviously, I’m not because right now, I’m slipping through the slightly ajar barn door in search of my Kitten when I should be waiting inside the Lodge, keeping my distance. Yet here we fucking are.

The soft glow of light filters through a cracked door off to the side and some sort of god awful music is playing, which tells me all I need to know. My bratty Kitten is in there. Peering into the room, I spot Rhys kneeling on the dirt floor in front of a mirror as she brushes out her hair. She never wears it out like this unless she is here. It’s usually in some weird twisty things on each side of her head, but Master Hill likes her hair down, and fuck, I have to agree. Her hair is beautiful. Nearly black with a hint of chocolate through it, it falls like silk down her back to rest on the top of her arse. I’m glad she doesn’t wear her hair like this normally. I kind of like knowing I’m the only one that gets to see her like this.

Now, unfortunately, so does Fuck Boy! Shaun Bossier.

Pretty boy prick!

Quietly nudging the door open so I can slip inside the room, I step to the side to get a better view of my Kitten. She still has her school uniform on, and I bet underneath, she’s still wearing those fucking naughty panties.

Fuck me.

That’s what’s written across the arse of them in white lettering. It’s hard to miss, standing out against the red cotton background. If there’s one thing you need to know about Rhys George, it’s that she’s a dirty, naughty little brat. And fuck, she makes my dick hard.

All. The. Time.

As I get closer, stepping slowly towards her, I notice for the first time that Rhys isn’t wearing any makeup. I’m not talking about the painted skull mask she crafts over her delicate skin for the Feast nights. I’m talking about the black lips, the dark liner stuff and other dark powdery shit that covers her eyelids. Right now, Rhys George doesn’t have a speck of makeup on her face, and she’s fucking beautiful.

Stunning.

Her gasp is loud in the small space when she notices my reflection in the mirror. Darting up to quickly to face me, she slaps her hand over her heart. I’m speechless as I approach her, taking in her creamy skin and the natural pink flush to her cheeks. She isn’t even wearing those god-awful piercings she wears to school in her nose.

“Tyler.” She whispers, and hell fucking yes, I love hearing her say my name. Not Mr Foster, not Skipper, and not Daddy. Although, when she calls me daddy, it does weird things to my insides which I know I should probably seek counselling for.

“Kitten.” It’s all I can say as I close the distance, reaching out to brush my thumb over her flushed cheek.

“What are you doing here?” She looks a little panicked and glances over my shoulder as if she’s expecting someone else to be there. Probably looking for that fucking Master of nothing.

“Well, Kitten.” I lift my other hand to brush her silky hair back off her face, so I can see every inch in its current virgin state. “I’ve come to deliver your punishment.”

The smile that lights up her face is breathtaking. Why she plasters that dark shit on her face is beyond me, but once again, I like that I’m the only one getting to see her this way.

“You can’t wait until the Feast starts?” Her delicate hand comes to rest against my chest, and I can feel the heat through the hoodie I’m wearing. Her dark eyes are like caramel crystals, bright with excitement and anticipation, and her dark lashes flutter a little as she peers up at me.

“The punishment is just between me and you, Kitten. I’m not sharing it with anyone else.”

“Oh.” Her lips drop open as she takes in my words, and a brief moment of uneasiness flits across her face. “Are you sure? Doesn’t this go against your morals?”

My lips quirk up at one corner. “Kitten, I threw my morals out the door on Sunday night. But, if you would like me to keep things to the Feast, then I will leave you to finish getting ready.”

Fuck I hope she wants me to stay. I know I shouldn’t want that. I know it’s not right, but the thing is, it doesn’t feel wrong. My pull to this little brat has never felt wrong, and it scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to pretend that I don’t care anymore, though. I actually don’t think I can even if I tried.

Rhys takes a few very long-drawn-out moments to consider my words, and then her face contorts with the sassy attitude I know so well.

“Punish me, daddy.”

A growl rips from my chest right before I lean in and claim her lips. I had my first taste of these lips on Sunday night, and fuck if I haven’t dreamed of doing this again, just without the audience. So, to feel her pressing up against me, standing on her toes as those lush lips kiss me back with carnal desire, is fucking perfect.

As we kiss, I glide my fingers through her silky strands, and when I reach the ends, I twist her hair around my fist. Gripping tight, I tug, her head falling back as our lips separate, and she pants with wanton need.

“Do you know how hard you made me in class today with that little stunt? You purposely bent over to show me this fine arse.” I slide my free hand up her thigh, clutching a fistful of her panty clad arse under her school skirt.

“But Daddy. I was just picking up my pencil case.” The innocence in her tone just adds to her brattiness, and she shoots me a cheeky fucking wink.

“I should spank you,” I growl, and she moans softly. Oh yes. My Kitten wants to be spanked.

Releasing my grip on her hair, I point to a chair in the corner. “Bring that over here.”

Like a good girl, she does as I ask, but she takes her fucking time about it, dragging out the anticipation, which just makes me harder. When she gets close enough, I take the chair from her grip and position it a little way back from the mirror, taking a seat.

“Stand here and face the mirror,” I command, pointing to the dirt ground in front of me. My little heathen smirks as she does as I ask, her eyes on my reflection in the mirror. “Take off your shirt and skirt.”

Again, she obeys without protest, and I watch as she slowly peels her school shirt off, tossing it in the corner with her bag. Goosebumps spread across her skin, disappearing under the strap of the red bra she’s wearing, and my fingers itch to unlatch it. But not yet. That will come off later.

As she unzips her skirt, she shimmys her arse a little before it slips free of her hips to pool around her feet. And there’s those fucking cheeky panties.

Fuck me.

“Bend over and pick your skirt up.” Christ, my voice is husky. It’s because I’m so fucking horny, something which seems to only happen when my Kitten is around.

Just as she did in class this afternoon, Rhys bends forward at the waist, pushing out her arse with the words ‘Fuck Me’ written across it, and picks up her skirt.

“Shall I toss it over with my other clothes, daddy?”

Fuuuck. I want her to stop saying daddy like that, but at the same time, I want her to say it more. “Yes.” I grit out, and she tosses the skirt in the corner, staying in the bent position, teasing me with her two perfect globes.

“Stay like that, Kitten. Brace your hands on your knees and spread your legs further apart.” I glide my hands over the round of her arse as I speak, watching as she obeys once again. The new position gives me a better view of not just her pantie clad arse but the wet patch soaking her crotch. My dick jumps at the sight. “Here we go. Brace yourself.”

Shifting on the chair to get in a better position, I slap my hand down on her arse and revel in the gasp that escapes her perfect mouth. It’s not a hard slap, but enough to give her fair warning on what’s to come.

Then I do it again, just a little harder this time, extracting a moan to escape her lips.

“Yes, Daddy. Punish me.”

I growl as my control snaps, her words pushing me over, and I slap her firm cheeks harder. She cries out but pants, “More.” So, I give her what she wants and spank her harder. I repeat this over and over until I’ve spanked her ten times, and when I look up, I see her hands clutching each side of the mirror. Her eager eyes are watching me in the reflection; her cheeks flushed crimson, her pink lips parted as she pants.

Rubbing gently over the red fabric, I reach up, hooking the band with my finger, and slowly drag it over her reddened skin and down her legs.

“Is it sore?” I ask as I gently graze my fingers over the visibly inflamed skin.

“Only in a good way.”

I can’t hold back my grin. “Good girl.”

Then she moans again.

My little Kitten is definitely into a lot of different kinks, and it sounds like praise kink is one of them.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her tender skin and feel the heat radiating from where I punished her. The need to care for her after inflicting that pain is overwhelming and fucking primal. I need to care for her as bad as I needed to spank her, so I glide my tongue over the area before licking a trail down between her cheeks. She stiffens a little under the press of my tongue, but she doesn’t say no and doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pushes back towards me even more. So I continue my exploration, gliding my wet tongue over her little puckered rosebud, then right down to her needy cunt.

My greedy Kitten rocks back into me as I dart my tongue inside her molten heat, and the moan she releases is animalistic. Fuck yes. I love how unapologetic she is about sex. There’s nothing fake about the way she fucks; it is, after all, her most fluent language. In saying that, I hope she doesn’t hate me for what I’m about to do.

Pulling back, I eye her in the mirror as my fingers glide through her slick folds, and I slowly sink two digits in.

“Look at me, Kitten,” I growl as she moans, pushing back to match the thrusts of my fingers. “We are going to have a little chat.”

“Oh?” She pants, “Are we now?”

“Yes. I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer them. Truthfully.” Reaching my free hand up, I graze the creamy skin of her back, coming to the red fabric of her bra, and I unlatch it.

“And what if I don’t?” Her voice quivers a little as I sink my fingers in deeper, causing her eyes to roll back before her lids flutter shut.

“Eyes on me, Kitten,” I demand, and she snaps them open again. “Good girl.”

Instant moisture seeps from her pussy and fuck. Now I know for sure that she gets off from the praise.

“To answer your question. If you don’t answer me truthfully, then I won’t let you come.”

“What?” She moves to stand upright, but I push her forward again with my free hand.

“Stay there, Kitten. Hold on to the mirror again.”

I can see how much she wants to disobey me, so I remind her of how good I can make her feel by curling my fingers, and fuuuck, she’s like putty in my hands. Her perk arse pushes back towards me as she chases the pleasure I’m delivering.

“Have you done edging before Kitten?”

She shakes her head.

“You know what it is?” I curl my fingers again and then give her a moment to respond.

“S-stimulation to the brink, and then backing off?” Her words are more of a question, but in a nutshell, she’s right.

“That’s right, Kitten. So, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to make you feel good. So good. And I’m going to ask you a question, of which I’ll stop what I’m doing until you answer. Truthfully. Then. I’ll make you feel good again. We will do this over and over until we are both satisfied.”

“Why?” It’s all she can get out as I drive my fingers in deeper.

“Because something is going on with you, and I want you to talk about it with me. I feel like this is the only way that will happen.”

“You’re being mean, daddy. I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck.”

“Well, this way, we both get what we want.”

To prove my point, I sink a third finger into her tight pussy, and her moan is loud in the small cobweb ridden room. I shift on the chair to get in a better position and press my thumb to her needy clit, revelling in her pleasured gasp. My cock jerks, feeling left out, but it will be sinking into her heat in no time, so it can fucking wait until I have some answers.

“Does that feel good, Kitten?”

“Yes.” She pants, her eyes falling shut as she gives in to the pleasure building inside her. I watch her face contort in the mirror as she lets herself fall into rhythm. I can feel her walls going tighter already, so I need to start my questioning before she explodes on my fingers.

“Here’s my first question, Kitten.” When her eyes crack open, I continue. “Why did you get so stoned this morning?”

Then I pull my fingers free.

“Ugh! This isn’t fair.” She bolts upright and huffs. “Fuck the questions, Tyler. Fuck me already. Give me your cock.”

I chuckle at her outburst. I’m not surprised. There’s no way she’s going to make this easy.

“I will give you my cock when we finish our chat. Answer the question, Kitten.” I push her forward again and remind her of how good I can make her feel by grazing my fingers over her clit.

“Put your fingers back in, and I’ll answer you.” My little sass queen shakes her arse in my face, so I bite my bottom lip, trying to suppress my smile and nudge her entrance with three fingers. I don’t sink them in, though. I applying some pressure to remind her of who’s boss right now.

“Answer me truthfully, and I’ll give you four fingers.”

I feel her entrance pulse with need at my words, and a moment later, she speaks.

“Usually, I smoke a little Mary Jane to keep my horny Kitty at bay.”

“But not this morning? You must have smoked more than a little.” I circle my fingers around her dripping entrance, teasing her, reminding her.

“Just put them in already.” She whines, and I have to admit, I find it really fucking hard not to give in and sink them into her heat.

“Answer me, and I will. Four fingers, remember?”

“I had a crappy day yesterday. An even crappier night. I just wanted to make it go away.” There’s pain in her tone, but her eyes harden, and I know if I’m not careful, I’ll lose this game.

“You gotta be more specific, Kitten. What did you want to go away? What made you feel like that?”

Since I’ve asked a couple of questions, I decide to ease her suffering a little, and I slowly sink four fingers in. She moans again, and man, I’m ready just to drive my cock in and finish this already.

“Answers, please, Kitten.” I remind her as I stretch her. More wet heat slips past my fingers as her body accepts me.

“The pain wouldn’t go away.” She pants. “Garrett reminded me of something I can never have.”

Now we are getting somewhere. I drive my fingers in and out, letting my thumb become acquainted with her clit again, pressing firm circles over the nerve ending.

“Good girl.” I give her the praise that adds to her growing pleasure and let her feel it build before I ask more questions. “What can you never have, Kitten?”

When I go to move my fingers from her heat, her hand darts out, wrapping around my wrist, holding me in place.

“I’ll answer your questions. Just don’t stop.” Her words are a demand that makes my cock ten times harder.

“That’s not how edging works. I have to stop. Give your body time to settle down again before I restart the pleasure. The idea is not to come. Not until I say you can.” I shake off her grip and pull out of her.

Angry, she stands upright and spins on me, her chest rising and falling in pure frustration. Then, in typical Rhys style, she surprises me.

“Fine, if you’re going to torture me like this, you can get on your knees in front of me so I can at least sit down!” Her eyes are dark pools of fury as she points to the dirt floor at her feet, and fuck, my grin breaks free before I can stop it.

“Very well.” Amusement laces my tone as I speak, and we trade places. I drop to my knees before the chair as Rhys sits down, completely naked with not an ounce of shyness, and she spreads her legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, opening herself fully. Then the little devil quirks a brow.

I can’t help myself. I dart forward and run my tongue up through her folds and flick over her clit. She reacts instantly, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips up, seeking more. Then, like the arsehole I am, I draw back.

“Answer the question. What can you never have?”

Her eyes flit between mine, looking so much more innocent now that no makeup adorns them.

“A normal relationship.” She whispers, and fuck, her eyes turn glassy.

Gliding my fingers up her parted thighs, I maintain eye contact with her as I feel her heat and slowly sink my fingers back inside her. She looks like a goddess, splayed open on the chair like this, her creamy skin almost glowing with flushed arousal. Her long dark hair falls partially over her shoulders, tumbling over her chest with a deep pink nipple peeking through, tempting me to have a taste. There’s a small dark patch of short hair that sits just above her swollen clit. It’s a real fucking turn on. So many women wax themselves bare these days, but my Kitten is more woman than any of them, and I fucking love that small strip coaxing me to her heat.

I ease back inside her, giving her the pleasure she’s seeking, and lean forward to take her nipple between my lips. My tongue lashes over it as it pebbles hard, and her hands sink into my hair, holding me to her. I let her take more pleasure this time as I replay her words in my head. She thinks she can’t have a normal relationship. If I were to guess, it has everything to do with her need for sex. Hell, I’m all too familiar with it myself.

For me, I have never found anyone that matches my sex drive or my need to push the boundaries in the bedroom. I like to control who I fuck, and I like to fuck hard. I also like to try new things, and most women I have attempted a relationship with balked at my kinks. I can’t do vanilla, that’s for sure, and trying to find someone to have a relationship with just got too hard. Sex clubs allow me to explore my desires and not feel kink shamed for it. I’ve gotten used to having an empty house and empty bed over the years.

Would I like to grow old with someone one day? Sure, as long as they enjoy being bound and gagged and fucked every which way known to man, even when they are seventy years old. The likelihood of finding that person is slim fucking pickings!

“Kitten,” I mumble around her hard nipple, flicking my eyes up to meet hers as she pries them open. “What do you class as a normal relationship?”

As I continue to work my fingers inside her, I pull my thumb away from her clit, slowly easing the climactic build, and regretfully draw my mouth from her breast.

She groans in frustration and pouts. “I don’t like this game anymore, daddy.”

“Answer me, Kitten.”

Our eyes are level now, and I desperately want to kiss her again. But not until she gives me more answers.

“Monogamy between a couple.” Her words are quiet, and for the first time, she lacks confidence as she speaks. I don’t like hearing her that way. The thought of her being sad or in emotional pain is unfathomable. The only way to help her is to understand her, so I return my thumb to her clit and lean in, hovering my lips over hers, not making contact.

“Since when has Rhys George ever done normal?” I ask, feeling her panted breath on my lips.

“She doesn’t. That’s the problem.” Her words are clipped before she closes her eyes to focus on how my fingers bring her closer to the edge.

“What if your normal looks different to everyone else’s normal? Can’t you have your version of normal?” I dart my tongue out this time and lick the seam of her deep pink lips. Fuck, I love her like this. Bare and natural.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not going to find a guy that is happy to share me, Tyler.” Then she moans loud, so close to coming, so I release my thumb again and stop moving my fingers.

“Fucking hell, I’m going to finish the job myself in a minute!” She hisses.

My chuckle is low, and my grin is wide. I fucking love pushing her buttons.

“You want to come, Kitten?”

“Yes, damn it!” Her dark eyes go wide as she grits her teeth in frustration. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Have you looked for a guy that is happy to share? Perhaps a polyamorous relationship? They are becoming more popular. Maybe something like that is Rhys George normal.”

“Would that be enough?” Her words are a whisper, as if she’s asking herself the question, but I answer her anyway.

“You’ll never know unless you try, Kitten. Nothing lasts forever, but you gotta take chances. Otherwise you’ll only live a life of regrets.”

Then, to my surprise, a single tear pops free from her eye. I reach up and catch the stray drop, and she watches as I bring it to my lips and taste the salt with my tongue.

“Why do you have to be practically one hundred years old?”

My brat is back. I can’t hold in my laugh, and her pretty pink lips tug upward in the most stunning smile I’ve seen her wear.

“Why do you have to be basically five years old, Kitten?”

She pouts past her smirk before pushing her tits closer to me.

“Fuck me, please, Daddy.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

“You want to come on my hand or my cock, Kitten?”

“Cock.” Her response is quick, and she shuffles her arse a little in anticipation.

“Fine, but just so you know, when we come together outside of the Feast, you will take me bare.”

She grins wickedly. “Yes, daddy.”

I pull my hand free of her heat and grip my cock, giving it a quick pump before I line it up at her entrance. In one smooth move, I drive myself into her molten heat, right to the hilt. She’s so fucking tight. Her walls grip me like a vice, and fuck if I don’t nearly spill my load there and then. By some miracle, I compose myself and revel in her moaning cries as I start my unforgiving assault on her cunt. She meets each of my thrusts with a crazed need that has my dick swelling even more, and fuck my nuts start their ascent.

“You feel so good, Kitten.” I rasp out as I drive into her harder and harder.

She moans, loving the praise, before dragging her eyes open to focus on mine.

“I’m going to come, daddy.” She cries, and something primal in me roars, making me slam into her harder before my lips latch onto her nipple, and I find her swollen clit with my thumb.

The moment she explodes, and her walls clamp around my dick, I lose all control and follow her over. My release is hard and long as she milks me, extracting ropes of cum into her greedy cunt.

I don’t know what it is about Rhys George, but one thing is for sure, no one makes me feel as much pleasure as my Kitten does.