4. Kitten

Theglareofthe spotlight is almost blinding as Tyler lifts me onto the podium, my arse at the edge as he tugs me toward him. His large hand fists in my hair, and with a sharp tug, my head is pulled back, so the only thing I can do is look up into his bright blue eyes. Then he claims my lips.

I never imagined I’d ever get to kiss Tyler. Sure, I insinuated I wanted to so many times over the last year, but I never thought it would happen. Never thought this secret dream of mine would come true. It’s a deep and claiming kiss that has me weeping with need, and it’s a welcome show of dominance on my sponsor’s part.

What a pity I’m a little brat.

I bite his lip hard, and he grunts, pulling back.

“Did you just bite me?” He hisses, his blue eyes flaring with excitement.

“Yeah. What are you going to do about it?” I hiss back, baring my teeth like the animal I am.

Lightning fast, his big hand wraps around my throat, applying pressure at the sides as he bares his teeth back at me. My Kitty gushes, and my moan comes from deep in my chest, stirring his primal side even more when he returns my bite with his own, right over my lace covered nipple.

Oh yeah, this is going to be good.

I shouldn’t want this. Not with him. But here we are, under the spotlight, surrounded by horny Feasters, going through with this act under duress. Yet I fucking love every second of it. I love the attention. I love hearing the moans of those around us pleasuring themselves or someone else as they watch on, getting carried away with us. But most of all, I love the way Tyler reacts to me. He wants this just as bad, even if he knows it’s wrong. Hell, maybe that’s the turn on. Who fucking cares because it’s happening, and I’m here for the ride. Fuck the consequences.

With a nip of his teeth, Tyler tears the lace covering my nipple, and a moment later, his moist hot mouth closes over my straining bud. My back arches even more, and he flicks his tongue over the pebbled nipple, his free hand pressing into the arch of my back, forcing my chest closer. The bright spotlight disappears as my eyes fall shut, and I let myself feel every sensation. That’s what the Feasters like about me. I let myself go completely. I don’t hold back, and they revel in it.

The pressure on my neck loosens as Tyler releases my breast, and he slowly lays me back on the podium while his lips sear a path down my bare tummy. I’m needy as fuck, my Kitty twirling in excited circles in anticipation as his hands glide down my thighs before gripping my knees and tugging them wide. My lids fly open, and my eyes are met with the intense, heated stare of Shaun Bossier sitting to my side. His hand is fisted tight around his cock as he slowly strokes it up and down, a light sheen of sweat peppered over his chest, making him look like the Casanova he is. A second later, my Kitty purrs when the hot silk of Tyler’s tongue glides up the middle of my slit.

I’d been so focused on Shaun that I hadn’t even noticed Tyler move the G-string aside. My hungry eyes search for his as he peers up at me from between my legs. Fuck, that’s hot, seeing him there, words silenced as he takes his time to worship my aching Kitty. Just knowing it’s him there between my thighs, my sponsor Skipper, ignites my senses even more.

Kitten is here now. She is in the room, owning the room as all eyes take her in. Kitten holds nothing back, and I let her take the reins, giving into the part of me that fights hard to get free nearly every second of the day. I grind Kitty hard against Tyler’s mouth, and I feel the rumble of his growl as his control starts to slip.

I love this part. When I push my subjects over the edge, and they can’t hold back anymore. It’s an ultimate high, wielding that sort of power. So naturally, I clasp the red leather wrapping Tyler’s head and hold him tight to my core as I start to thrust and fuck his face.

My grip is firm as I fight him for power. Not because I want it, but because I like pushing him to see how far he will go. He doesn’t disappoint, trying to shake me off, but I hold firm, and it’s only when I feel three fingers push inside do I lose my grip.

He pulls away then, standing to tower over me, and I instantly miss his tongue, but his fingers are still there, pumping and curling and dragging, pushing me close to the edge.

“Casanova! Get over here!” Tyler’s growl takes me by surprise, and a moment later, Shaun comes into sight.

“Skipper?” He asks Tyler, not taking his eyes off me. They eat me up. Every inch of my skin feels his heated gaze.

“Sit up near her head and hold her arms up there. Don’t let her go.”

I didn’t expect Tyler’s demand. Didn’t expect him to ask someone to help or join us. I thought this was just meant to be between the both of us. A punishment of sorts that we have secretly craved for so long now. But if Master Hill has an issue with my sponsor calling Shaun up to help hold me down, he doesn’t make it known.

Shaun nods before leaping up on the podium just above my head, taking my hands when I reach up to him.

“Move back a bit. Drag Kitten back with you.” Skipper demands, and Shaun obeys, my body sliding over the smooth surface of the podium until my legs no longer hang over the edge.

Tyler’s fingers remain inside me, working a slow rhythm. “Knees up, Kitten. Keep them wide, and do not move your feet off the podium.”

I nod, excitement pumping through my veins in anticipation of what he will do next. I secretly love it when he orders me around.

“Good girl.” Those two words alone nearly send my Kitty into a frenzy, and I see his satisfied grin peek through the mouth hole in the red leather.

Then, his fingers start working faster. I gyrate my hips in response, loving the pleasure building, and Tyler places his free hand over the top of my pubic bone and applies pressure that meets the motion of his three fingers buried inside me.

It only takes a couple of strokes for me to lose control. Any power I have to repress my orgasm is ripped away as Tyler takes over, leaving me helpless to fight it. With the pressure over my lower belly and the magic his fingers are conjuring, a scream rips from my lungs as Tyler mashes his fingers, milking a gush of wetness as the pleasure sends white light behind my eyes.

Wave after wave surges through me until Tyler backs off the pressure and slows his fingers. As I come down from a cloud I’ve never floated on, I feel the ache of my arms as they remain restrained above my head by Shaun.

My hearing, which I didn’t know had vanished, slowly returns, and the pleasured moans in the room far outdo the volume of the music. I don’t even bother looking at my audience. Instead, I work to focus my gaze on Tyler as I pant, trying to catch my breath.

“That has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Shaun’s hot breath flutters against my ear, and I flick my gaze up to find his steel-grey eyes. They’re darker than usual, consumed with lust and excitement. A look I’m beginning to love on Shaun’s face.

The moment Tyler slips his fingers free of Kitty, I whimper, instantly missing the fulness.

“Open,” Tyler’s command grabs my attention from Shaun’s, and I drop my jaw, my lips falling open as he slides his three fingers into my mouth.

“Wider.” He demands, and I force my jaw to obey.

“How deep can you take my fingers, Kitten?”

Does he want me to answer that? It’s kinda impossible with his fingers filling my mouth, so I raise a brow, showing him the challenge, and he grins, sinking them deep until I gag. A satisfied growl rumbles through his chest. And just like that, I’m ready for round two.

Leaping up to join Shaun and me on the podium, Tyler leans down so only I can hear his words.

“I’m going to enjoy choking you with my cock, Kitten. But not now. Not tonight. Now I need to make you come one more time and give Master Fuckwit the cream pie he’s dreaming of.” Tyler is a dirty fuck. I knew he was, but he’s never directed it at me. I’ve always had to sit on the sidelines and watch him give that side of himself to other Feasters, but tonight, his words are all for me.

I nod eagerly and lick over my lips. “Give me your cream, Skipper.”

“Fuck.” Shaun curses, releasing my arms before making to move off the podium.

“Stay there, Cass. Since our Kitten likes cream so much, why don’t you give her yours as well? She looks thirsty.”

Fuck me! Tyler is going to kill me with pleasure. My Kitty perks her little ears up and nearly hisses with glee. Kitten wants it, and she wants it all. I want it all. My eyes lock onto the straining cock bobbing above my head, where Shaun has frozen in place at Tyler’s words. A moment later, his steel-greys come into view, a silent question in his gaze. I nod without hesitation, showing him how bad I want to taste him, and he grins behind his black leather mask.

Slowly, with his eyes still locked on mine, he wraps his fingers around his wide girth and starts to pump. I want him in my mouth. I lick my lips, desperate to taste him. He doesn’t give me his flesh, though; he just sits back a little as Tyler perches over me.

“Kitten?” Tyler gains my attention again, and I take in the seriousness of his eyes. “He wants me bare. I’m clean. Just so you know, but if you’re not comfortable with this, I’ll tarp up.”

“Such a gentleman, aren’t you, Skipper?” I grin. “You wanna know if I’m clean?”

“Are you?” He smirks.

“I’ve never had naked dick before. You’ll be my first.”

His eyes flare with something more than desire, and I realise he fucking likes that he’s my first flesh on flesh fuck.

“Dirty me up, Skipper.” I purr, and he growls, bracing himself on one hand as his other fists his engorged cock. Fuck, he’s a thing of beauty. If he grew his hair long, he could be a Viking with his tanned skin, blue eyes, blonde hair and the sharp manly features of his face.

“Rub your Kitty. I need you nice and juiced up. This is going to be hard and fast, Kitten.”

I should probably tell him that his words juice me up enough, but like a good little Kitten, I press my fingers to my clit and start circling. I watch him as his eyes travel over my body, lingering on the torn lace of my bra before he lines himself up at my entrance.

True to his words, his first thrust is hard. He slams into me, and I understand why he wanted me juiced up. He didn’t want any resistance. And he didn’t get it. My Kitty has been starved for this man, and now she is finally getting fed.

I cry out, arching my back as his size stretches me deliciously, slicking me up even more. My lids flutter open, and my eyes dart between the skin of Shaun’s dick and his firm grip as he strokes it over and over, then to the red leather-clad face of my sponsor as his eyes pierce mine in an intensity I’ve never seen.

Each thrust sends me to a height I know I’ll never want to come down from. Over and over, Tyler thrusts while I continue to circle over my bud, adding to the consuming sensations building deep inside me.

“She’s close, Cass. You ready to give her a drink?” Tyler grunts through clenched teeth, still pumping into me.

“Fuck yes.” Shaun hisses, and my eyes go to his celestial dick. I need that dick so bad. I think I’ll die if I don’t have it.

“Open your mouth, Kitten,” Tyler demands and fuck yes, I obey. The brat in me has disappeared.

The sound of moaning is like the roar of a concert audience in the room around us as Shaun leans down, directing his cock closer to my open mouth, making his demand.

“Come for me, Kitten.”

I’ve read books where the heroine came on demand but never has that happened to me until now. I come in a dizzying rush that I can’t stop, right as the first warm spurt of Shaun’s cum hits my cheek and lip. The sensation of my orgasm ignites my entire body in a searing explosion, and I climb to euphoric heights.

My scream turns into gurgles as my mouth fills with Shaun’s seed, and as I come down, I feel Tyler still above me as he roars out his own release.

Needing to breathe, I swallow Shaun’s offering and flick my tongue out over the tip of the engorged head of his cock. He hisses before pushing forward more, letting the tip slip between my lips. I swirl my tongue over the silky skin, and I know what the three of us just did will be hard for me to top. It should be a good thing. But for me, it isn’t. It means that I’ll seek this out again. Either with the two of them or with others who may be able to take me higher.

Where will it end, Rhys?

“Are you ok, Kitten?” Tyler’s voice snaps me out of my brief moment of self-loathing, right as Shaun’s dick slips free from my lips with a pop.

I nod and grin at Tyler, hoping to cover up my moment of weakness.

“I feel thoroughly dirty. Thanks, Skipper.” I kiss the air, and he grins, shaking his head before looking up at Shaun.

“Thanks for joining the show. Pleasing Kitten is our top priority here at the Feast nights.”

Shaun dips his head in acknowledgement and shoots me a wink before backing off the podium and going to stand to the side. I miss him instantly, which I need to get control of. He’s one of Marcus’ best mates. And Marcus is my kinda, not ex. Kind of not, in the way that we weren’t officially a thing, and ex in the way that I ended whatever it was we were doing about a month ago. The fact that I’m attracted to Shaun or any of Marcus’ friends is nothing new to me. Everyone is a possible fuck. The only problem is that somewhere during my brief, casual fling with Marcus, he caught feelings, and so did I. So, I ended it. Naturally. A chick like me can’t maintain a relationship. Not one that involves monogamy, anyway.

“Kitten. We have to do this one last thing. I’m sorry.” Tyler pulls back from me and climbs off the podium. Turning his back on me, he searches the crowd that now has a front-row view to my exposed Kitty, and when he spots Master Hill up the back, he steps aside, using both hands to spread my bent knees further apart.

Pushing myself up on my elbows, I watch Master Hill’s face, which is hard to see in the shadows, and the fact that the spotlight still illuminates me spread wide on the podium. Then Tyler uses his fingers to part my sensitive folds and turns back to look at me.

“Sorry, Kitten. We have to show him the cream pie. Can you squeeze tight for me?”

There’s regret in Tyler’s tone and gaze as he studies my sugar skull painted face. I’ve done a lot of stuff within the walls of Vixen’s Lodge, and I’ve done a lot of things outside them too. Some, or should I say a lot of people, judge how far I’m willing to go in the throes of sex. What I do isn’t for everyone, mostly because people are too scared to take what they really need. Not me. Not Rhys George. And not Kitten.

I often feel some shame after some of my sexcapades. My therapist tells me it’s natural. But never have I, during or immediately after a session, felt humiliated. So, the feeling surprises me when I realise what I have to do to finish my punishment that Master Hill demanded. I hadn’t thought it would be humiliating earlier when he issued the punishment. Yet now, dread fills my gut. I know that all the eyes on me have seen me in extremely intimate positions. But I have never had to do this before.

A memory slams into my mind, so graphic that I know it’s real. It’s not something my brain simply conjured up for the hell of it. I stiffen as it engulfs me, and my breathing quickens as I get the feeling I’ve done this before. I get the feeling I’ve had bare sex before. That I’ve had eyes on me like this before as they take in the evidence left behind.

“Kitten?” Tyler’s concerned tone slaps me back to the present, and I suck in a shuddering breath and do as he asks. I squeeze the walls of my Kitty tight, and a moment later, I feel the warm oozing evidence of Tyler’s orgasm seep out of me. My face is burning hot as the humiliation washes over me, and I clench my teeth tight, wishing for the first time since I started coming to the Feast nights that this night was over.

The tall frame of Master Hill steps out of the shadows, and he comes to stand before me, his eyes locked between my legs before nodding.

“Thank you. I got what I needed.” Master Hill mutters, looking from me to Tyler, before turning and walking out of the room.

He got what he needed. He’s not talking about coming in his pants from the show we just gave. No. Master Hill means he just got all the evidence he needs to ruin both Tyler and me. We were already screwed when we made the deal with Master Hill and Madam Vik last year. Now, we’ve just set our downfall in stone.