Kylie's Revenge

Chapter 4

I opened the door and there was Patricia, breathing heavily –it looked like she ran all the way back. She practically jumped on me, and I barely closed the door with my legs.

I pushed my lips against hers vigorously as I unbuttoned my shirt and undid her zipper.

I helped her remove her dress and sized up her perfectly proportional body - she is the personification of beauty.

My hands were originally on both sides of Patricia's face, steadying it for a more comfortable kiss but my mind had other plans and one of my hands went astray at its silent command: it begun to hover down, tracing lines on her body as she kissed me deeply.

I caressed her neck, retracted my lips from hers and began to use it as an instrument for building up the moment.

I sucked on her neck, before letting my hands drop to her breast. I felt her move closer, her breathing began to quicken a little and her heart beat also.

Massaging her n*****s with my index and thumb finger, they stiffened immediately. I fondled her breasts intricately, palpating it and occasionally giving it gentle squeezes switching from the right to the left and back which her body language expressed her approval over.

Patricia moved closer and I could tell that she was craving even more so I took it a step further.

I moved my left hand from her breast and crawled down to her stomach, her body gave an involuntary flinch and I knew I was getting it right.

My hands wandered from her midsection to her legs, dancing around and sending butterflies throughout her body.

When I had had enough of that, I slipped my hands into her inner thigh and the moment I made contact with her slit, her legs turned to jam and almost melted away as her whole body shivered with pleasure. It truly had been a long time since we did it, the wedding planning kept everyone on edge.

She thawed away in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder as her leg tightened together against themselves, trapping my fingers on her minge.

I rubbed against them slowly, lost in the moment as I listened to her gentle hums of excitement.

I picked up the pace, gradually increasing my tempo until I was frantically rubbing against her organ. She let out a loud moan without a tired breath while holding and squeezing the bedsheet in her palms.

We all lay on the bed with our backs down trying to decide on going ahead with it or not. We looked at each other and there was a mutual pause and as if she saw the readiness in my eyes, she seductively pathing her legs for me, inviting me in and giving it a little tap and shake.

I moved over to her and went on my knees. Looking directly into her eyes, I could see her give me a sign I knew too well of what she wanted.

To be fair it was not something I enjoyed all that well doing but she often requested it and had confessed that it was something she enjoyed so much and that I was insanely good at.

With that said, I dug my mouth into her tights, kissing them gently and slightly nibbling on them. Soon I drew my mouth nearer and as I got to the warm treasure, I found it wet. Very wet like a teenager that was experiencing pleasure for the first time.

I used my tongue to dance around her c**t, slowly, intimately, moving up and down and left and right. I heard her little concealed moaning and knew she was enjoying it the moment she closed her thigh around my face.

My tongue found the sensitive part and I caressed it slightly, building anticipation before quickening the pace. I then began to suck gently and she took in a filled lung, humming unconsciously in the process.

Listening deep for her feedback, I protruded my tongue in, slipping it further inside her.

She was enjoying every moment of me gently devouring her. I could feel the wetness come out more.

She had already been holding on barely as her pelvis had already begun to rise but the final tick to the time bomb came the moment I slipped a finger into her.

It was time to go in, I just slipped my d**k into her, going in and out of her tight intimate area. It was the perfect friction.

That night - We did it four times. But a part of me was still unsatisfied. It was a craving for something else… Someone else, I wanted to deny it. But after the second round, all I could do was picture Kylie's face.

Patricia reminisced about our first intimate moment; every time we shared that connection, she held onto memories. Due to my reputation, she established numerous rules. s*x was reserved for essential times, she valued our private moments, and she insisted on being fully present to enjoy our time together hence the no alcohol rule. Despite her strictness, my Patricia cared deeply about us.

She can be tough, but when it comes to me, she genuinely cares.

"I can't betray her, especially not with Kylie"

Just what's up with that woman to dwell in my mind like that.

Kylie's Pov

"For the last time, Patricia - nothing happened."

Its been a day since the dinner. Patricia was hell bent on making me confess what it was that I did with Ripley when she stormed off.

"Don't play dumb with me, I always knew you had something against me, are you perhaps planning on taking revenge for trying to put you off with that old man? Like mother said - it's for your own good."

"Why, yes. Yes I am. I'm going to steal Ripley away from right between your clutches." I answered with a blunt expression. This caused Patricia to laugh uncontrollably.

"You should consider doing stand up comedy, maybe that's where your talent truly lies."

Does she really underestimate me so much, or is she simply in denial? Well, I expected that reaction - Patricia always saw me as a pushover, I hardly ever talk back so why would I be bold enough to pull off something like that?

It was the perfect condition for me and I will make sure she regrets ever looking down on me the way she did.

The next phase of my plan has already been decided and it's going to walk through our front door any moment now…

"Patricia!"

As if on cue, Melinda called for Patricia." She gave me a death glare, I simply smiled at her before she stormed off to her wicked mother.

I trailed behind her as we arrived at the living room.

"There you are, look who came to say hi."

Patricia gasped - The look on her face was priceless. She was too focused on the guest that she didn't notice me struggling to hold my laugher in.

"What's he doing here?" Patricia glares at the guest.

The man with grey hair stood up and walked towards us. "Good question, but I'll do you one better - Why was I not invited to my own daughter's wedding?"

The man was non other than Melinda's ex-husband and Patricia's biological father - Jerry.

"I am not your daughter!" She snapped. I've never seen her so unhinged. This is perfect!

"Patricia," Melinda intervened, with her arms folded. "That's no way to speak to your father, we might have divorced but he's still your real dad so you better apologize right away young lady."

"S-sorry."

Did my ears just deceive me, Patricia the single most stock up person on the face of the planet just said the "S" word.

I guess it's true when they say "Fight fire with fire." There was no one better to reprimand Patricia than Melinda. I mentally thanked her for giving me a good scene to enjoy. Once I'm done with Patricia, the wicked witch of the west is next.

"And you must be Kylie right?" Jerry offered a handshake.

"Thank you for inviting me here."

"It's my pleasure, I just feel it's right for a father to attend his daughter's wedding. I would want that for mine if he was alive."

"You!" Patricia grabbed my collar as she pinned me to the wall. Ofcourse it was only because I didn't resist, I could whoop her sorry ass in the blink of an eye if I wanted to.

"Patricia, you stop this irrational behavior of yours, it's not lady like at all."

Melinda came to the rescue. I won't lie, I'm enjoying pitting Patricia against her parents. Although I'm sure it was because Jerry was present.

"What is your problem with me!?" She demanded an answer but was only met with a smug look.

"Everything."

"I'm gonna clear that smug off your face, once I'm done wit-"

Jerry intervened this time around, he grabbed her hand and forced me free.

"Melinda, is this the way our daughter turned out to be? She's become a spoilt brat, I always warned you not to pamper her too much."

Now it was Melinda who was getting scolded. I hit the jackpot.

Melinda turned to Patricia. "You were in charge of the guest list for the wedding. So tell me why was your father not invited even when I specifically ask you to include his name?"

"That's because I wanted nothing to do with him!" Patricia stormed off with her tail between her legs.

I will be lying if I said I wasn't satisfied with the way things turned out.

This is just the beginning, you little witch. I retreated to my room to commence the next part of my plan...

They say a true hunter knows his prey more than themselves, I couldn't agree more.

This hunter used the last couple of weeks learning everything there is to know about a certain billionaire.

My prey was Patricia's fiance. I was dressed in a red dress that was just long enough to expose my thigh without making me look like a slut. I paused at the entrance to the library - a place Ripley visits every week.

Today - I will tame him.