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He leads me upstairs, which is new. No one is allowed up here on Feast nights, so the fact he’s taking me up here makes me even more anxious. When he reaches a door down the passage, he opens it and gestures for me to go in.
I hover in the hallway, peering into the room, which looks like a little girl's bedroom with pink frills and little dolls lining the single bed. Oh, wait. I was wrong. Little girls' rooms don’t have purple lingerie laid out on the bed to get dressed in.
“You will get ready in here from now on. You will arrive at 6pm every Feast night and come back up here at the end until everyone has left, and I dismiss you.”
“Why can’t I use the barn?” I frown, not wanting to step foot in the creepy bedroom.
“Don’t question me, Kitten. Hurry up and get ready. I expect you downstairs in an hour. Don’t be late.”
He raises a brow past his glasses, and I fight to roll my eyes at him, only just managing to save face before stepping inside the bedroom, where I reluctantly get ready for the Feast.
At 6:58pm, I go downstairs wearing the purple bralette, G-string and black heels. My face is transformed into my typical sugar skull, and my hair is down, just the way the Master likes it.
Fuckhead!
The first person I see is Brock, the fucking traitor. He smiles at me like he didn’t have a part in my humiliation and assault the other week.
“Kitten! Looking lovely as always.”
“Go fuck yourself, Brock.” I hiss, not bothering to look at him any longer than I have to.
“Now, now. Master Hill won’t be happy if he finds out you spoke to me like that.”
I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Funny. I’m pretty sure Master Hill won’t be happy to know about those times you drove me home and insisted I suck your dick. Maybe we should go find him right now and havethatconversation.”
Brock chuckles. “Touché Kitten.”
“Ahhh! There she is. Our precious Kitten.” Madam Vik's voice causes me to shudder, but thankfully I’m able to hide it by throwing my arms wide like I want a fucking hug.
Brock chuckles and steps away, and Vik moves in, giving me a squeeze and pecking each of my cheeks.
“Madam Vik, you look ravishing, as always.” I lie, and she presses her hand to her chest.
“You are such a darling. You can’t believe how thrilled I was to hear you wanted me as your new Sponsor. We are going to have so much fun.” She gives a little clap as she steps back from me and takes my hand, leading me down the hall that leads to the main fornication floor.
Madam Vik feeds me a couple of drinks, chatting away as the room slowly fills. I can see some surprised expressions when Feasters realise I’m back, but the only friendly masked face I come across is Shaun’s.
There is no Moxie. Obviously, no Skipper. Even the two guys that helped get Skipper and me out of the Feast after my humiliation aren’t here. I feel like I’m in enemy territory. I’m in the lion’s den with no allies. Not to mention that every chick that lays a seductive hand on Shaun’s chest has me ready to slaughter everyone under this roof.
The real kicker is when Madam Vik starts rubbing her wrinkly cunt on Shaun’s thigh, and the bitch drops to her knees and starts to unravel his cock from his boxers. I see red. The urge to go over and rip her hair from her head is overwhelming, so instead, I push her favourite lamp off the table, pretending I accidentally bumped it.
Like magic, Madam Vik forgets all about my Casanova’s dick and drills me about being more careful while she tidies the mess up.
“You can’t break her shit all night, Kitten,” Cass whispers as he comes to stand next to me at the edge of the room.
“Wanna bet?” I glare at Cass, and he smirks past his black leather mask. “I’ll fuck up anyone who dares to touch what’s mine.”
“Whoa, lookout. Kitten has turned into a leopard.” He teases, but I shoot him a dagger.
“I’m serious, Cass.”
“Uh… ok, but how’s this going to work? I can fuck you all night, but they won’t allow that to go on for long.” He whispers, and I shrug.
“I don’t care.” I pout, and he frowns.
“Then what are we doing here? Let’s just leave.”
I turn to those grey eyes, looking at me with an intensity that has my heart skipping. “I can’t… Skipper.”
