3. Kitten

Ishouldbefreaking out more about Shaun Bossier being here at the Feast. I definitely should be freaking out that he had his fingers deliciously deep inside me not that long ago while I rode his tongue to happy town—Scratch that. Happy isn’t a big enough word to describe where he took me. Epic is close. Ultimate is closer. Wherever it was, I want to go back. Like now! But I can’t because right now, I’m sitting in the quiet Den of Vixen’s Lodge, pretending that Master Hill doesn’t creep me out.

His eyes, framed by black-rimmed glasses, travel over me like I’m his next meal while Skipper, my sponsor, sits in the plush chair next to mine with a frilly pillow in his lap, hiding his thick cock. He’s obviously not comfortable having it poke its head up for this conversation. I have to say. I can’t blame him.

“It’s nice to see you again, Kitten. Your presence was noticeably missed. Would you mind telling me where you have been over the last couple of months?” Terence Hill, the Master of the Feast nights and Vik’s husband, always wears suits to these events. He looks like a high-class businessman, and given that he’s a successful lawyer here in Timber Valley, I guess he is. He looks out of place in the throes of the Feast nights, though. Always fully clothed while everyone is clad in lingerie or nothing but the skin they were born in.

“Like I told Madam Vik, I’ve had some personal stuff happening with a very close friend. Things are better now, though, and I have time to Feast again.” I’m surprised my voice sounds as confident as it does. With the Master’s eyes on me, as well as Casanova’s from the mouth of the room, I’m secretly squirming in my lacy G-string. And not in a good way.

Master Hill studies me, his glasses making his eyes appear brighter than I’m sure they are. He has a kind face. There’s nothing menacing about the way he looks. But I know better. His words are spoken with gentle calmness, yet they hold a controlling power.

“I’m sorry to hear that your friend has had a hard time. I’m glad things have improved, but you see, Kitten, what happens outside the Feasts is none of my concern. People pay a very high membership for exclusivity and anonymity. They expect a high level of service here. They expect to see you when they come here.” Terence links his fingers in his lap and keeps his green eyes focused on me. “Have you forgotten our arrangement?”

“No, Master.” I jut my chin up, hoping to look more confident than I am.

“Hmmm,” he tuts, “I’m a little worried you might have. Let me remind you, Kitten, so you and your sponsor remember your obligations.”

I want to roll my eyes. I don’t, though. For one reason, it would show my age, and the other is because Master Hill wields all the power here. I am here by his good graces, after all.

“To enter the Feast nights, one must pay a membership and adhere to rules. Since you cannot pay the membership fee, the agreement is that you adhere to a different set of rules. You cannot attend unless your sponsor is in attendance. You must attend at least once a week but must have an overall attendance of 90 percent. So really, coming to both Feast nights each week is in your best interest. You must wear what I choose for you. You must interact with more than ten members each night, and you must not have favourites. You must not refuse a request from myself, Madam Vik, or your sponsor. And you must always be the last to leave. It goes without saying that your age must never be discussed, nor are you to share any of this information with anyone outside Vixen’s Lodge.” Master Hill tilts his head towards me. “It is worrying that you don’t take your responsibilities more seriously.”

“I can vouch for the personal issues Kitten was having that kept her from attending. It was quite a serious situation.” Skipper jumps in to save me, but I know it won’t do any good. Master Hill doesn’t care that my friend was being hunted by her brother and dad. That they did unthinkable things to her and her mum. To her little neighbour and also Jared, one of Lexi’s closest friends. Come to think of it, I dare say that Master Hill and Lexi’s dad, Maxwell West, would probably be good friends if they had ever met. Fuck, they probably had for all I know.

“Should I remind you of your agreement, Skipper?” Master Hill snaps, sending a glare in my sponsor’s direction. “You were the one that brought Kitten to me, asking on her behalf for an arrangement so she could attend. You are the one responsible for her. Maybe I should rescind your membership?”

“Wait. No!” I sit forward on the soft, cushioned seat, gaining Master Hill’s attention. “Please. This isn’t Skipper’s fault. It was me. I was disobedient.”

Those words, I was disobedient, send a flare of excitement to Master Hill’s eyes. One that is familiar and makes me want to run in the other direction. The sick fucker likes it. Disobedience means punishment, which is exactly where his mind went to. I just know it.

“You were disobedient, yes. Who will inflict your punishment, Kitten? Me? Or your sponsor?”

Fucking hell. In my absence, I forgot how bad this guy can be. The punishment will be something he knows I’m not comfortable with. Something he knows I will never forget so I don’t make the same mistake again. The thing is, he knows I’m terrified of him. He likes it that way, so he knows I don’t want to choose him. But he also knows that I don’t want to choose my sponsor, and he knows the reason behind it as well. He doesn’t care that it won’t just affect me, that it will be worse for Skipper.

“Is there another option? How about Madam Vik?” I offer, knowing too well he won’t let me get off so lightly.

“Not this time, Kitten.” Master Hill chuckles and grins with satisfaction. “Choose. Who will it be?”

My chest feels tight all of a sudden, and I find it a little hard to breathe. My eyes dart to the doorway where I know Shaun is still hovering. I don’t know why I look at him, but he must see the panic in my eyes because his eyes widen, and he takes a step forward. I look away quickly, hoping he gets the hint to stay back, and I direct my eyes to Skipper. Fuck. I can’t do that. Not to him. But the alternative is just as bad. For me anyway, not him. I can’t put Skipper in that position.

Taking a shuddering breath, I know what I have to do.

Turning back to the Feast Master, I try to relax my throat so I can speak.

“You, Master. I choose you.”

“No!” Skipper growls, sitting forward on this chair, the frilly cushion tumbling to the floor. “She is my responsibility. I will do it.”

Master Hill’s grey speckled brow rises. “Really? Are you sure about that, Skipper? You know what could happen if it got out. Your career would be over, and you would have to move away. Your reputation will be ruined. Is that what you want?”

Mother fucker! He fucking wants Skipper to hand me over to him. His words aren’t just a reminder. They are a clear threat that he holds all the power here. He can expose Skipper at any time and destroy his life.

I shouldn’t have come back here. I should have fought my primal urges. Should have fought harder to somehow find a way to live like a normal person. But I’m not normal. Nothing about my life has been normal, which is exactly why I’m here.

“I am well aware of the risk, Master Hill. But she is my responsibility, and therefore I will punish her as I see fit.”

A chill runs up my spine from the menace in Skipper’s tone, and part of me wants to smile and punch my chest and get in Master Hill’s face screaming, yeah, arsehole, I’m his, not yours. I don’t, though, because that would just land me in more trouble than I’ve already put Skipper and me in.

“If you’re the one punishing her, I will be the one to choose the punishment. Don’t forget whose house you are in right now, Skipper!”

My sponsor’s chest rises and falls as he works to control his anger, and I wish now more than ever that I never blackmailed him into getting me into this sex club.

“Very well. What will the punishment be?” Skipper grits his teeth, his blue eyes glaring at Master Hill, who doesn’t seem at all fazed as he eyes Skipper back.

“Since you like arse play, let’s do that.” Master Hill suggests, and my heart basically stops.

“No! You know Kitten is still a virgin to that. I will not take that during a punishment.” Skipper snarls, his top lip curling back.

I risk a quick glance at Shaun, who is now inside the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and his magnificent cock now lax between his legs. I look away just as quick, hoping like hell that he can’t hear our conversation in this quiet part of the Lodge.

“Fine. Maybe just a simple fuck will do. Since you both have kept away from each other all this time, I’m sure it will be punishment enough for this first offence.”

“Fine.” Skipper stands from his chair. “I’ll tell you when it’s done.”

Master Hill chuckles. “It doesn’t work like that. Punishments must be public and happen immediately. Let’s take this to the podium.”

Shit. Fuck.

The podium. The sick fuckers have this stage thing they bring out for Feast Nights, and I’m often on the podium, doing something to myself or someone else while under the spotlight, so it draws everyone’s attention.

But to do this. To have sex with Skipper is just… wrong. Well, let me rephrase that. It should be wrong, and probably from Skipper’s point of view, it is, but I’ve been dripping over my sponsor for a long time and have tried on so many occasions to make him cave and give in to me. He’s held strong, though, because he has morals. He doesn’t want to take advantage of me, not like I did of him when I practically forced his hand to get me on the list to attend the Feast nights.

No one but us knows why it’s wrong, though, so, to everyone else, it will just be a show of fornication. One they will most likely get excited about because Skipper and I are never seen together.

“Wait. No.” I turn to Skipper. I can’t let him do this for me. Give up everything for me. He knows I would truly hate Master Hill inflicting my punishment, so he is sacrificing himself. His morals. His livelihood. I can’t let him do that. “I will go with Master Hill.”

I nearly choke on the words. If Master Hill delivers my punishment, it won’t be public. It will be in private. Just me and him, down under the lodge, past the wine cellar where his fucking sex dungeon is. He could do anything to me in there, and no one would know. No one would hear me if I screamed for him to stop. Not even if I used the universal Feast safe word. He wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t stop. I know his type.

“No.” Skipper and Master Hill say in unison.

“The decision has been made.” Master Hill stands from his chair and buttons up his suit jacket. “Boring vanilla sex on the podium. You must both come. In fact, I expect our Kitten to come twice. I will be able to tell if she fakes it, so make sure you get the job done, Skipper. And when you are through, I expect to see a cream pie, so no condom.”

With that, Master Hill turns before calling over his shoulder. “You have five minutes to prepare.” Then he leaves the room, not even caring that Shaun is still standing inside the doorway.

I shake my head, my panic rising.

“Tyler, no.” I hiss in a loud whisper, “I can’t let you do this. You know he’ll have his cameras on recording it.”

“Kitten, have you forgotten we have company?” Skipper asks after I use his real name.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s just Shaun.” I shake my head, “Please. Let me convince Master to take me downstairs. I’ll be fine. He’ll punish me, and then we can move on. It’s a safer option.”

“Rhys?” Shaun comes to my side, his voice filled with concern.

“Shaun who?” Tyler asks, glaring at Shaun, who glares right back at him.

“It doesn’t matter. Focus, will you!” I snap, but still, Tyler ignores me.

“Oh, fuck me. Is this Shaun Bossier? The fuck boy?” Tyler growls, and I tip my head back in frustration.

“Who the fuck wants to know?” Shaun puffs his chest out, shooting daggers toward my sponsor.

“You know what? Fuck you both. I’ll convince Master myself.” Spinning on my heel, I storm towards the door, only to have strong arms wrap around me from behind, lifting me off the ground.

“For fuck’s sake, Rhys.” Tyler hisses in my ear as he carries me back to the corner we were in a moment ago. “We don’t know what he’ll do to you down there. I’m not letting you risk that. It could be ten times worse than me having my reputation ruined.”

I slump in defeat in his arms. “It might not be that bad.”

“Remember what Moxie told you? She didn’t make that shit up. We come here to play because it’s private and because of the level of class that’s offered. We can’t get that anywhere else around here. We either play by his rules, or we lose it all. It’s the price we pay.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Shaun pipes up then. “I heard that whole fucking conversation with Terence. Wanna tell me why it’s such a big deal for you two to fuck? This is a sex club, isn’t it?”

Tyler releases his hold on me, and I turn to face him and Shaun. I can’t be the one to out my sponsor and tell Shaun the real reason why Tyler and me having sex is wrong. That’s not my place. I’m already regretting dragging Tyler into this mess just so I can come to a sex party every week.

“Rhys. He’s probably been recording us since we started. He’ll have enough to ruin me just for being in the same room as you like this.” Tyler gestures to his exposed junk. “May as well make it worth it.”

“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” I whisper, feeling unusually self-conscious, which is weird as fuck because that’s not me. Not in public, anyway.

“I know.” The care in Tyler’s tone is something I’ve only heard a couple of times. I’ve fucked up this man’s life, and he still has kindness in his heart for me. I’ll have to find a way to repay him. To make this right. Somehow.

“Rhys, fucking hell. Who is this guy?” Shaun snatches my hand, gaining my attention from Skipper, and I step towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for the hug I need. I’m just as surprised by my actions as he is, but it only takes him a moment to relax and hug me back. He buries his head in my neck and squeezes me tight.

“You’re scaring me,” Shaun whispers.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry that you found out what I’m really like. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like you’ve betrayed Marcus.”

Who am I right now? Clingy and cuddly isn’t Rhys George!

“I’m not sorry.” He whispers in response, and I pull back, smiling up at him with sympathetic eyes.

“You will be.”

I step back from Shaun and turn my back on him as I leave the room. Shame is gnawing at me from the inside at the situation I’ve put Tyler in. I should leave now. Walk out and never come back. It’s pointless, though. Master Hill probably already has enough to use against Tyler to punish him. To ruin him. He will use it to ruin us both if I quit now.

Slight trembles travel up my legs as I make my way through the lodge, back to the main room. The music seems loud after being in the quiet Den and does nothing to calm my nerves when eyes fall on me and my clicking heels as I weave through the crowd.

“Try to relax, beautiful.” Warm breath fans my hair, covering my ear, and I stop and face Tyler, quirking my brow at his endearment. He smirks, knowing what has caused my reaction. “We may be stepping over the line now, but be assured, I will treat you right, Kitten.”

Shit. What the fuck did my heart just do? Did it… flutter?

“I’m not sure that Savannah would agree with how you treated her in the spa before.” I counter, and his white teeth show through the opening in the red leather mask.

“You will find she was quite happy with my service. I gave her exactly what she asked for, Kitten.”

I am so screwed. Giving Tyler access to my body is going to ruin me. In a good way.

“Is that so?” I can’t hold back my grin. Not when he’s looking at me like that. Wow! This is a side of my sponsor I haven’t experienced.

“It is. And I will make sure you are satisfied as well. I’ll try to keep it simple, but I don’t do vanilla Kitten, so you need to tell me now what you’re not willing to do.”

The lights dim in the room, and an excited buzz starts to stir as I turn and walk the rest of the way to the podium that now has a spotlight shining down on it.

“Kitten?” Tyler asks again, and I turn back to him as I swipe up a glass of bubbles from a waiter’s tray as he passes by.

“My arse needs to stay a virgin, please. And no role-playing.”

Tyler squints at me as Shaun steps up to the both of us, and I eye them as I take a sip of the sweet champagne.

“What? Like naughty schoolgirl or something?” Shaun butts in, and I spit the champagne out in shock before trying to play off my reaction with a laugh. The sweet drink sprays Tyler’s chest and Shaun’s arm, and I quickly spin to place the glass down, happy that my painted face hides my flush.

“Yeah, something like that,” I mutter just before a warm hand finds mine, and I glance up to see concerned steel-grey eyes peering back at me.

“Kitten. I’m not sure what’s going on. And it might be none of my business. But if you need me to step in and join you, or just be close by so you know I’m here, then I’ll do that for you.”

Warmth fills me from head to toe from Shaun’s words. He said them with a level of care I’m only used to hearing from Marcus.

Shit! Marcus. If he only knew who I really am. He would be so disgusted.

“Kitten?” Shaun urges, and I smile at him.

“Can you please stay where I can see you?”

“Of course.” His smile is broad, and I almost wish I could see his entire face.

“Feel free to stroke that massive cock of yours. I wanna see you come.” I grin cheekily, and his growl is the only warning I get before he slams his mouth to mine. I’m helpless to refuse what my body wants. Him. His hands tangle in my hair, and he pulls me flush against him so I can feel his arousal straining between us.

A large, firm body presses to my back, and I feel lips brush over my shoulder as I kiss Shaun, and I moan as my Kitty purrs with satisfaction at being pressed between them.

“It’s time, Kitten.” Skipper’s voice is close to my ear, right before his teeth nip at my lobe. Shaun breaks our kiss and reaches for my hand. I’m not sure what he’s doing until I feel the smooth, straining skin of his magnificent cock under my fingers. Instinctively, I wrap my hand around it, and my Kitty throbs with need. Fuck, I want him buried deep inside me.

“This is all for you,” Shaun whispers in my other ear as he pumps my hand up and down his shaft a couple of times. Then, he peels my fingers free, and I whimper, feeling the loss deep inside.

“It’s my turn, Kitten.” Tyler rasps. “Let’s make Master Fuckface know that this is no punishment. This is all pleasure.”

I melt back against Tyler’s chest as Shaun moves away to take a seat right next to the podium. Tyler’s hands travel down my front, giving our growing audience a good show before his fingers brush over my lace-covered nipples, and I instinctively push my chest out, wanting more.

“Tell me this is ok, Kitten? Tell me my touch doesn’t repulse you.”

Tyler’s words surprise me. Is he feeling self-conscious? Does he think I don’t want this? Even as I think it, I know that’s exactly what he thinks. We are doing this under coercion, after all.

I turn in his arms and look him dead in the eyes. I need him to know I speak the truth.

“You could never repulse me. This is ok, I promise.”

A small grin tugs at his lips as he runs a finger across my bottom lip, “Good because here we go, Kitten. It’s time to fuck.”