His Little Kitten

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Seventeen-year old Tymber sat cross-legged on the bed. Her skirt was just long enough to push between her legs and hide her panties from wandering eyes. Her toes wiggled in excitement as she watched her best friend Briiver with his red guitar resting across his lap. He had broad shoulders giving him a masculine look and light hair that gave him his gorgeous appearance all together. All the women wanted him, but the only one he wanted, he just never could get.

“Brii, Please play another song. Sing too because I promise I wont tell anyone, it’s just me, your best friend in the whole world! Come on! Tymber smiled a broad smile and gave a fake whimper. She then tilted her head which always meant that she was demanding an answer and the one she wanted. Her cherry-red hair fell over her face and it seemed to push Briiver even more to his decision and he bit his lip hard, watching the beautiful girl.

After a few moments of hesitation and a long sigh he gave in, “I’ll play you just one more song, I won’t sing because I don’t and you know that. But, for the song you have to play my game with me after.” His tone of voice seemed to say “end of discussion” to everyone when they heard it; that is everyone except Tymber who only consented because the terms were to her liking too. She loved games and she loved his music; win-win.

When he started the song it started off slow, with a melodic tune and long chords that took Tymber’s breath away. The song soon progressed to a faster pace and Briiver’s eyes closed in concentration and Tymber was silent watching Briiver’s full lips mouth the lyrics that he wouldn’t sing out loud. The tune was unrecognizable but Tymber was content just watching him and being captured in his music.

At the end of the song a few seconds passed of silent thinking before Briiver stood up and slowly pulled up Tymber as well. “Now, it’s my turn to pick the game. Close your eyes.” His voice seemed demanding and she put her fingers over her eyes, with her fingers spread in a fan so she could peek.

“No, No, or do I have to get a blind-fold? It‘s no fun if you cheat.” Briiver laughed and pushed her fingers back together firmly. He then turned to his desk and opened drawers, apparently to find something.

“What game? What are you doing in your desk? Please tell me! I can’t take it!” She shifted from foot to foot impatiently and made pouty lips. Briiver, at this point finding what he needed looked to Tymber and moved close to her. He pulled her hands down firmly but quickly put his lips to hers hard. For a moment the girl stood stunned but then started flailing her arms in shock. What was he doing?

Maintaining the unexpected kiss, Briiver put his hands firmly to her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Quickly, with only a moments hesitation Tymber’s hands were bound tightly behind her back with thick, velvet rope. As soon as the deed was done he pulled back and looked into Tymber’s frightened eyes and bit his lip again. “This is my game, you promised to play,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “Don’t move, I’m going to call your roommate and tell her you won’t be home tonight.” He then pushed her onto the bed and walked out of the room.

The thoughts going through Tymber’s head were not ordinary. What was she supposed to think about this? Briiver was her best friend, forever. They never went into anything intimate and this was just weird. He kissed her and then tied her up, that never has happened before. She would just have to tell him when he got back that this wasn’t the kind of relationship she wanted with him and he should untie her. But, his kiss was so warm and gentle. What was she going to do?

Her last thought was interrupted but Briiver’s voice outside the door. He wasn’t talking to her, so he must be on the phone still. She pulled herself up, killing herself mentally for not being in better shape and walked over closer to the door. His voice was clear and she stopped and listened, “…Well, yeah she’s okay but…She just doesn’t want to come home, didn’t she tell you?… Stop, why would I lie?… No, you can’t talk to her she’s taking a shower but we will be up sometime to get some of her stuff… Adria I promise she’s okay. I’ll have her call you and tell you what’s up. Don’t worry, we’ll talk to you later.”

He walked back into the room after clicking the phone off. He paused and stared at Tymber, standing there in disbelief. He moved first and frowned pushing the girl back onto the bed. “I thought I said don’t move. You never listen to anyone, do you Tymber? That’s why you never get anyone to stay with you long. I’m going to make you behave, and you will stay with me.”

“Brii- This isn’t going to work. I don’t want this kind of relationship with you. We are best friends, that’s all. I didn’t tell you I wanted to stay with you. You lied to Adria. Now, let me up now or you won’t just lose some girl, you’ll be losing your best friend.” She glared at him, noticing his light, blue eyes sparkling and looking her up and down in anticipation.

“No, you’re wrong, you and I are meant to be together, just let me show you my game. Let me show you what you need to learn. Be quiet or I’ll get the gag out too. You won’t be able to Imagine the things I could do to you if you don’t do as I say.” He climbed up onto the bed and slid his hand under her shirt onto her belly and pushed her onto her back. She squirmed under his touch, no okay with this idea of him having control over her at all.

“Stop Briiver! Now! What if your roommate comes home? How could you explain this to him?” She tried pulling her arms free whimpering, her body filled with fiery anger, but her sex filling with some other kind of fiery feeling.

He didn’t answer her, now completely consumed in the feeling of her soft skin against his callused fingers. He wanted to fuck her so bad, to make her his but he couldn’t. He would have her, he knew but he just had to be patient. He needed to show her that he owned her now. He needed to show her that she was his. She mostly needed to learn how to act around men, how she was lesser than him and deserved only what he gave her.

The silence bit hard and Tymber lowered her eyes. She wasn’t going to just let him win, but he was winning anyway. She felt violated by her best friend and she couldn’t imagine a worse feeling, but then again, his touch was arousing her as his hands and eyes completely consumed. She didn’t move until the moment his hand started under her skirt anxiously. She twisted away frantically and squirmed back into a sitting position.

When Tymber finally looked up into Briiver’s eyes, they were flashing anger that scared Tymber. She cowered a little and pushed her self against the wall, but it wasn’t far enough. His strong arms scooped her up and then forced her to her knees on the floor.

Out of his pocket, quick as a flash came a flash of metal and faux leather that was soon fastened around Tymber’s neck. He pulled it tight and put a small metal lock on the two loops holding it shut. Tymber kept her eyes lowered filled with rage and fear. She couldn’t figure out what had gotten into Briiver and why he was doing this to her but more importantly she also didn’t know why her sex was throbbing for him as if rooting him on.

“What is this?,” she whispered after a moment of silence. She felt a pang of panic but didn’t fight him, she knew she couldn’t. She looked up into his eyes with pain.

“It’s a collar for my little slave. I’ve been waiting so long,” he paused. “I wish it didn’t have to happen like this but if it is the only way I can have you-” his voice trailed off in thought.

With one final burst of anger Tymber flung herself to her feet and pushed back towards the door, but as soon as she got balanced on her feet she was pushed down.

“Tymber, you going to learn, and I am going to teach you. Your training is going to start now. You were my best friend, you are my slave. You deserve to learn to be obedient.”

Little did Tymber know that Briiver had this planned for awhile and he fully intended her to be trained to a perfect pet, and if she wasn’t good about it, it was going to be painful as well.

“Now, training begins.”


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