It was a showoff house.
But then again, I had never lived in anything but.
This house didn’t belong in the mountains. It belonged in Miami or somewhere of that nature. Yes, the outside trees and mountain peak views were pretty, but it wasn’t like I was ever allowed to leave the house to enjoy the surroundings. This was just another mansion of my father’s, and another expensive prison of mine.
But Daddy made me come. Wherever he went, so did I. I was just a modern-day Rapunzel, but my tower was made of cash and jewels. There was only one way to escape my father and that was by marriage. But my father hadn’t found the right man for me.
Yes, my father hadn’t found the right man for me.
And when I say right man, what I really mean is that my father hadn’t found the right business connection that would grow his power even more by marrying off his daughter. I was simply a tool to make his reach and strength in the mafia and underground world expand. He was being picky, which meant that I was twenty-two and still being taken care of by my Daddy. His iron rule, his old-fashioned beliefs on how a woman should behave, and his sadistic nature assured that I did what he said with no questions asked. Plus, because of who he was, I lived in a little protective bubble that he had created around me for my so called ‘own good’. Did he love me?
He loved what I could give him.
I was a valuable asset.
Even as all the guests started to crowd the house, it still felt cold. Part of that was due to what I was wearing. The slinky leather dress that barely covered my ass and breasts contrasted with the soft snow that fell outside. I should be in a sweater, warm boots, and fluffy socks sitting by a roaring fire. But then I would stand out like a sore thumb. Every female was dressed in the same sexy, if not even more scandalous, attire as me. Some women wore nothing but a collar and a kitty tail shoved up their asses.
If Daddy knew I was attending his precious pet party he was fond of throwing quarterly in our Aspen house, he would damn near die of a stroke. Luckily for me, the other guests holding his attention, my black kitty mask, and the fact that I just lurked in the shadows, meant Daddy never knew I had watched from a distance for the last several that he hosted. I also wore a pink wig to hide my long brown hair tonight. It was worth the risk because I found the parties fascinating and frankly the only bit of entertainment I ever experienced in Aspen.
Kitties.
Grown, beautiful women crawling on all fours and acting like animals as they were led around by a collar. Powerful men in suits. Sounds of strict orders, mewls, purrs, and the occasional moan or cry as a naughty kitty was disciplined for not behaving.
Reminiscent of when I used to sneak to the top of the stairs as a child and peer down below, I observed from the distance. Only this time, I watched with a glass of champagne in my hand and an occasional glance from a man on the hunt for his very own kitty. I never stayed long. I kept to myself and put off an aura that I was not interested. Occasionally a man would approach, and I would just brush him off. If he only knew that I was saving his life. If my father saw me acting as someone’s kitty… well, that someone would be killed without a second for explanation.
No one touched his daughter. His mafia princess.
No one.
Fortunately, not everyone at the party was a kitty or a pet owner which aided me in just blending in. Some guests just attended and enjoyed the ambiance rather than partaking in the kinky play. They drank expensive wine and champagne, ate caviar, and worked the room as if it were completely normal for a woman in a kitty tail to be curled up at the feet of the person you discussed business with.
I never recognized the guests, which also worked in my favor. My father liked to invite different people to each party to keep it interesting. He also invited more than our house really should hold, so it was easy to find a corner somewhere and only move when my father was getting too close to where I stood.
To the right of me, a woman… kitty… was on her knees with a cock balls deep in her mouth. Her eyes opened and connected with mine which oddly sent a current of sensation between my legs. Closing my thighs tight to force the throbbing to ease, I quickly looked away, although the dirty side of me wanted to watch as the kitty had her face fucked just a foot away from where I stood.