32. Rhys

MyWednesdayatschool is surprisingly uneventful. Garrett and Shaun sit on either side of me in English with one hand on each of my thighs, and even though Garrett’s interactions with me are confusing the fuck out of me, I’m not strong enough to tell him to leave me alone altogether.

In Maths class, Simon tells me he overheard Ayden telling Lexi that Marcus has been suspended for two weeks and will do community service around the school for the rest of the year and pay a fine to cover the damages. I smile at that. My mum and Tyler must have been able to sway the school board not to expel Marcus.

Recess is spent with Lexi, kicking back in the spring sun in the courtyard, followed by a double History class with Garrett, where we thoroughly fail the test about yesterday’s museum excursion.

Whoops!

I don’t care, though, because even though my pride was hurt by Garrett’s rejection, I kinda enjoyed getting to know more about the brooding beast.

Lunchtime is spent trying to track down Tillie and Bell, who are doing a stellar fucking job at avoiding me, and during Viscom, I receive the usual text message from Skipper with the question mark. Today I answered with a thumbs up.

After my royal fuck up on Sunday night, I know there will be some sort of punishment for me tonight. There’s a big fucking chance that Master Hill will deal with my punishment down in his dungeon since Skipper was my punishment the time before. The smart thing to do would be not to go, but then I risk getting kicked out, and I need that place. For the first time, however, I hate that I need that place. I wish I didn’t have to go there. I wish I could get what I need from people I trust.

Even though I have something going with Shaun and Simon, who knows how long it will last, and if it will even be enough for me? There’s kinda something going on with Tyler too, but I can’t include him in whatever I have with the other two. Not when Tyler is their PE teacher.

No. The only way I can have him with one of my guys is to have him and Shaun together at the Feast. Which is exactly what I am hoping for tonight. Surely that’s worth enduring a punishment for?

Vixen’s Lodge has a private room that can be hired out for more intimate experiences. I have some cash. Maybe I can hire it for the three of us? Just the thought of having Shaun and Tyler alone together has my anticipation skyrocketing, so much so that I arrive early at the barn to get ready.

I know I’ll have to spend some time when I go inside the Lodge grovelling to Madam Vik. At least if I get it over and done with early and take my punishment without complaint, it will be over with quickly and I’ll still have the whole night to play.

After I’ve painted on my sugar skull—white, black and red tonight to match the red number Master Hill left for me—I slip on the red stilettos and finger comb my long hair before I eagerly exit the barn. Just as I round the corner of the Lodge, Tyler comes into view as he heads in my direction.

“Kitten, I was just on my way to see you. You’re ready early tonight.”

“We can go back to the barn if you like?” I point my thumb over my shoulder, and his lips pull into a grin under his red leather mask.

“Unfortunately, I was coming to get you. Our presence has been requested.” Tyler’s lips turn down, and I frown.

“Madam Vik?” I ask.

“No. Master Hill.”

“Shit,” I whisper, darting my eyes to the ground. I was hoping to have a little time to warm up before I face him.

“Hey, we can leave now, Kitten. We don’t have to go in there.” Tyler’s tone is gentle. Caring. Not at all matching the kinky red leather mask hiding his identity.

Staring into his deep blue eyes, I see the concern swimming in them.

“No.” I shake my head. “I need to get it over and done with. Leaving now will just make it worse.”

Tyler sighs. “I’ll follow your lead. If you want to leave, then we leave. Ok?”

I nod. “Ok.”

Reaching up, Tyler pinches my hair between his fingers before letting it fall back over my breast. “You look stunning, Kitten.” He whispers, and I’m glad I’m wearing face paint so he can’t see my stupid girly blush.

We sigh in unison before turning and walking into Vixen’s Lodge. Brock tries to make eye contact with me, but I avoid it. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so embarrassed about Sunday night when I showed up unannounced and without a mask, or if I’m pissed at him for being such a drill sergeant about the whole thing. I know he has a job to do, but we’ve fooled around numerous times before, so I stupidly assumed it counted for something.

Sex is sex, Rhys. Don’t forget that!

As soon as Tyler and I step into the cocktail lounge, one of the waiters approaches us to let us know that Master Hill wants to see us straight away.

Fucking hell. Can’t a girl have a drink first?

The shirtless waiter, who is the same one that typically brings me my tray of shots, leads us through the house and down some narrow creaky stairs. My heart practically explodes as realisation sets in.

Master Hill wants to see us in his dungeon.

It’s not exactly a dungeon. It’s a room behind their wine cellar, which I expect resembles a torture dungeon, hence why I call it that.

As I follow behind the waiter, I don’t notice my trembling hands until Tyler’s strong hand links with mine before he leans in to whisper near my ear.

“It’s ok, Kitten. I’ve got you.”

His words work like a safety harness, tethering me to him with a promise of not letting me fall. It’s a brief reprieve because a few moments later, we approach a large, heavy door being held open by another shirtless waiter. I’ve seen this guy here before, too. He’s bigger than the other waiter we’re following, ripped with so many muscles I can only imagine he lifts weights at the gym while blowing himself kisses.

My heart rate spikes as we step over the threshold, leaving the wine cellar behind to enter the Lion’s Den. I dart my eyes around frantically, taking in what I can of the room to discover that it is, in fact, a fucking BDSM dungeon.

There’s a huge four-poster bed in the centre, with various chains and bars hanging off the back. The wall to the left is lined with shelves and drawers that hold a vast selection of whips, paddles, blindfolds, chokers, collars and leashes, ball gags, mouth spreaders, dildos… you get the gist.

Fucking hell!

The wall on the right has some sort of contraption coming off it, plus restraints chained to the wall. Just what you would expect from A FUCKING DUNGEON!

“Sit down, please.” The deep, very pissed off voice of Master Hill makes me jump. I turn around to see him sitting in the corner of the room, shadowed like a fucking creeper.

There are no chairs for me and Tyler to sit on, just two small cushions side by side on the floor. I glance nervously at Tyler as the waiter exits the room, clicking the door shut behind him. The urge to flee is almost suffocating, and it takes everything in me to fight it. This place is fucking creepy. This man is fucking creepy. This situation is fucking creepy.

Tyler gestures his head toward Master Hill so slightly that I nearly miss it. I frown, watching as he moves in the general direction of the perve in the corner. It takes me a moment to realise that I should be following, so I move to catch up, watching as Tyler falls to his knees on one of the cushions at the feet of Master Fucking Hill.

Is this really happening?

I have to kneel to the fucking Master?

Of course, I do.

Following Tyler’s lead, I fall to my knees on the other cushion and mimic him by linking my hands together behind my back. Then I wait, avoiding Master Hills’ glare, and instead, I study his shiny black shoes.

“Eyes up, Kitten.” Master Hill demands, and like a fucking puppet, I do as he says.

“I was going to ask what on earth you were thinking by showing up here uninvited and without your identity hidden on Sunday night, Kitten, but there really is no excuse.”

“But you said I had to keep up my attendance.”

“Keep your mouth shut, and do not speak until I ask you to!” Master Hill booms, and I jump, my breath catching in my throat as an embarrassing whimper escapes me.

Then Tyler growls.

“Do you have something to say, Skipper?” Master Hill spits and Tyler hisses.

“As Kitten is my liege, I ask that you do not scare her, please. She is well aware of the mistake she has made.”

“Is that so?” Master Hill asks, his eyes returning to me. “You understand that you did something bad, Kitten?”

I nod.

“You may speak to answer me when I ask you a question.” Master Hill growls, and I just want to flip the arsehole the bird.

“Yes. I understand.” I mutter.

“Do you also understand that when someone breaks the rules, they must be punished?” Master asks in a sinister tone. The arsehole is fucking loving this right now, his green eyes wild with excitement behind his glasses. Sick fucker.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good. Now I need to decide what your punishment will be. The risk you took on Sunday night was quite serious, so I can’t just deal out a simple punishment like last weekend. It needs to be a firm hand. Firm enough that you will know to never ever break the rules again.” Master Hill leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Normally, an infraction of that nature is dealt with in public so that other members understand not to disobey the rules. But since you are so young, Kitten, I will give you the choice of a public punishment, or a private punishment, in here, with just me.”

Fucking hell. Once again, that sick perve is trying to get me alone in this fucking dungeon. My heart races as my mind creates scenarios of what he will do to me once he finally has me alone. Scenarios I know I’ll never recover from. Mentally.

“I will take her punishment for her.” Tyler hisses, and I turn to look at him. Even though I can only see one of his eyes and part of his mouth, I can tell he’s furious right now.

“Actually, Skipper, since she is your responsibility, you too will be punished, so no, you won’t be taking her punishment for her. She will never learn her lesson if you coddle her.”

Tyler hisses and Master tuts.

“Be careful, Skipper. You don’t want to make things worse for yourself.” He lets the words hang there for a moment before he adds. “Or for Kitten.”

That fucking fucker of a fuck!

This is all my fault. If I hadn’t gone off the rails and turned up here looking for a hit of sex the other night, Tyler wouldn’t be in this position right now.

“Now, so you don’t intervene, you will be restrained while Kitten receives her punishment. If she chooses to do her punishment with me, you will be restrained outside the door.” Master Hill points at the door we came through only minutes ago. “And if she chooses public, then you will be restrained at the back of the room where you can watch.”

“No!” Tyler shoots to his feet, his fists in tight balls by his sides.

“Back to your knees, Skipper!” Master Hill bellows, and Tyler puffs out his bare chest. “Are you defying me, Skipper? Because you know, Tiger has been requesting to take over Kitten’s sponsorship. Maybe he’s a more suitable Sponsor for her. He might be able to control her, which you seem to be failing at.”

“No,” I whisper, and just like that, Tyler falls to his knees.

“Smart decision.” Master smirks.

I’m gonna punch this fucker in the nuts!

Tiger is an overweight fifty-year-old never been married man that dresses in a skin-tight tiger suit. Some people might be able to pull such an outfit off, but this guy can’t. It clings to him like a glove, showing his too round belly, and the stupid suit is made to expose his bare arse, his little wiener, his hairy nipples, his hands, and the lower part of his flabby face.

“So, Kitten. What will it be?”

“Public,” I say fast, and I fucking love the way Master Hill’s face drops. I will never give him the satisfaction of having me alone in this room.

“Right, well, let’s get on with it. It will make a fabulous opening to the evening, don’t you think?” Master Hill stands and opens the door to talk to the waiter standing outside, keeping guard like I was going to flee or something.

WTF!

“Kitten?” Tyler stands, hauling me up with him. “Let’s just go. We’ll leave now. We don’t need this place.”

I frown. “What? Don’t be stupid. Of course, we need this place. I’ll be ok. The crowd loves me. They won’t let anything bad happen to me.”

“You don’t understand. A public punishment is a public humiliation, Kitten.”

“What?” I frown. A public humiliation?

“Even if he lets you get a drop of pleasure from this punishment, it will be nothing compared to the level of humiliation he will dish out. I don’t want that for you. We need to leave. Now.”

Humiliation? No, surely not? I’m into many kinks, but humiliation definitely isn’t one of them. I don’t know anyone that would willingly let themselves be humiliated.

My eyes widen as the situation sinks in, and before I can change my mind, the door flies open, and the room fills with men. The shirtless waiters charge in with Brock on their heels, his expression murderous as he glares at me and then Skipper.

What the fuck is going on?

Tyler seems to read the situation better than me, and he steps back, bracing himself with his fist raised, ready to swing a punch. I gasp as fear slithers through my veins, watching five men leap at Ty in unison, tackling him to the ground.

A scream rips from my lungs, and I jump backwards in an attempt to avoid being collateral damage. Strong, familiar arms wrap around me from behind, and I go to scream again as Brock holds me tight against his chest and slaps a hand over my mouth.

“Quiet, or you’ll make it worse for yourself.” He hisses in my ear, but I pay him little attention as I thrash in his arms, my eyes frantically trying to find Tyler underneath all the bodies.

Master Hill ignores the struggle on the floor and approaches me with something in his hand.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. They aren’t hurting him, just restraining him as we agreed.”

“We didn’t agree to that.” I try to say, but it comes out muffled from behind Brock’s hand, causing Master Hill to chuckle.

“Of course, you did, Kitten. Now, let’s get you prepared.”

As Master Hill steps away, panic seizes me, and I hear Tyler grunting and growling as he tries to fight off the men piled on top of him in an unfair fight.

No!

This can’t be happening!

I’m so busy letting panic grip me that I don’t realise Master Hill is reaching for me. With rough hands, a ball gag is shoved in my mouth and secured around my head. I try to struggle away, but Brock has me held to him like a vice, and before I know it, Master Hill is attaching leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles.

I shake my head and try to speak. I try to say stop. I try to scream no!

I want to demand that I be let go so I can leave, but all that comes out is muffled gibberish and a decent amount of drool.

Fear like I’ve never known courses through me.

No!

I don’t want this!

I try to scream that safe word, Cactus, but I can’t get it out. I thrash my head from side to side, trying to say no over and over. I know everyone in this fucking room knows what I’m saying, but they ignore me, like what I want doesn’t matter.

STOP! I don’t want this!

Tears streak down my face, and I’m shaking all over as I watch the mountain of men lift a now restrained Tyler up from the floor. Our eyes meet with frantic fear, and I see that he, too, has been fitted with a ball gag. He tries to thrash in the fierce hold of the other men, but it’s no use, even given his height and strong build. His arms are restrained behind his back, fastened over some sort of bar, and his legs are held apart with a fucking spreader bar.

No. No. No. This can’t be happening. This is too extreme to force us like this. This is illegal. Right?

I can’t make sense of anything as I watch in disbelief as the men lift Tyler. His eyes are screaming at me to run, but I can’t. I can’t get free. I try to thrash in Brock’s firm hold, but it’s useless. I’m not strong enough to fight him off.

Tears burn my eyes, falling violently as if they, too, are screaming for these men to stop! Then my heart seizes as the men manoeuvre Tyler, carrying him as they disappear through the door.

No!

A guttural scream rips through me, but it doesn’t make its way out of my mouth because Brock cuts it off when he turns me around and throws me over his shoulder, my world turning upside down.