novelxo Their Kitten: Chapter 2
As time winds down, my nerves get the best of me. Ever since I made a deal with Lucian Black, I’ve been doing everything I can think of to make sure that I’m ready for tonight. It’s not a small amount of money these strangers are paying me; this is two hundred thousand dollars for just two hours of work. Most people don’t even make that much in a year!
In preparation, I’ve watched countless hours of porn videos, trying to practice the skill that I still lack. I can only hope all the… practice will be enough when it’s time for the real thing.
I blow out a shaky breath and try to relax. My senses are more sensitive than usual as my anxiety grows and grows. The ticking of the clock is soft, but the steady ticks sound like bombs dropping as the hand moves around the clock. Each tick sounds like the beeping of a detonator preparing to go off moments before my innocence is blown to smithereens. Bye bye, V-card.
I look over at the door, reminding myself that there’s still time to run or change my mind. Every fiber in my body wants to run, wants to convince me that there are better ways to get the money I need, but I force myself to remain on the bed. There’s no other job out there that will get me this amount of money, this quickly.
My heart speeds up when I hear laughter near my door, but it continues on down the hallway. My shoulders sag in slight relief.
I seriously need to get a grip on myself. No one put a gun to my head to make me do this; it’s my choice. I think of all the good the money will do for me to help extinguish the doubts threatening to swallow my mind in flames. I’ll be able to pay all my past due bills and I’ll finally be able to buy a car. That’s probably what I’m looking forward to the most.
Having to walk through dangerous neighborhoods to get to the bus stop hasn’t been fun, and it’s a miracle that some random, seedy asshole hasn’t already tried to steal my virginity on my walks home from work. Just knowing that I’ll be able to afford safety is enough to make me feel comfortable about going through with this.
I’ve totally got this.
The door suddenly opens, and my heart stammers as two men enter the room, immediately dousing the fire of confidence I’d just lit.
They’re both wearing half masks just as I am, but theirs are just plain black ones. No distinguishing designs or cute animal shapes—just black, dark as night. In the low light, their forms are intimidating. They’re both wearing slate gray T-shirts and dark denim jeans, their outfits fitting enough to showcase every cut of muscle hiding beneath the fabric. Two pairs of dark brown eyes silently observe me beneath the leather masks, and I squirm under their gaze.
Maybe… this isn’t such a good idea after all.
Nor is getting evicted, I mentally tell myself. The longer I look at these guys, the more I wish I’d asked for that double shot of whiskey earlier.
I clear my throat when it becomes apparent that they’re waiting for me to speak or do something.
“I’m Kitten,” I finally say, hoping they don’t notice the way my voice trembles with nerves. “And I’m all yours for the next two hours.”
Their presence is all-consuming, their intense gazes promising both pain and pleasure. The whole interaction feels so awkward and impersonal, which isn’t how it’s portrayed in all the videos I’d watched to prepare. It only goes to further prove that porn is a mere fantasy because, so far, there’s nothing sexy about what’s happening. More like terrifying.
The men take a couple of steps forward. They are yet to speak. It’s all business with them; there’s no weird small talk or warming up to the inevitable. They make their intentions clear as they start to remove their clothes.
They’re only here to fuck me. Nothing more; nothing less.
They stand before me, and I can’t help but stare at them in awe. They both look as if they’re carved from the most exquisite marble money can buy, their bodies a work of art. Every cut of muscle makes my fingertips tingle at the thought of running my hands along them, but my lungs nearly collapse when my gaze falls to their thick dicks that appear to grow before my eyes.
What the hell did I get myself into?
The taller one of the two tilts his head to the side when I remain frozen in my spot on the bed.
“I don’t think we’re paying you to just stare at us, Kitten,” he says, and there is something familiar about his voice.
I draw my eyebrows together. Do I know these men? I stare at them a moment longer, inspecting the faces behind their masks. No, there is no way I know them.
“Kitten?” He repeats. The way he says my name is almost menacing, similar to the way a predator may taunt their prey before they go in for the kill. “What? Scared already?”
His playful question makes me tremble, but I don’t want them to know how terrified I really am.
I swallow the knot of fear lodged in my throat, and shake my head. I can’t afford to lose this opportunity, not when I’m so close to changing my life.
“No. I can handle it,” I say, glad that my voice comes out more confident than I feel. “But before we start, we should establish a safe word.”
They look at each other, their eyes seeming to communicate something I’m not privy to. After a brief moment, they both focus on me.
“What do you want to say when you tap out?”
The question is simple enough, but his tone is condescending, as if he expects me to tuck my tail and run before we even start. I suck in a quick breath and force myself to stay calm.
“Rose,” I state.
“Rose it is,” one of them says. He reaches down and palms his hardening cock, his eyes never leaving me. “Well, unless you want to use that safe word now, let’s not waste anymore time. Strip.”
I nod my understanding and stand on shaky legs. My moral compass screams that it’s not too late to make a run for it, but my mind constantly reminds me that it’s a necessary sacrifice.
Their eyes never leave my body as I peel myself out of the skintight dress and toss it aside. I nervously lick my lips when their cocks pull my attention once more, both of them hard and ready to destroy me the moment I give them the green light. I definitely hadn’t practiced with anything that size, and I mentally curse myself for not making the trip to Whole Foods to find bigger cucumbers than the one I’d gotten from the cheaper store.
I’ll just pretend it’s like one of the videos I watched, I think to myself as they approach me. Thankfully, they take the initiative and decide who’ll make the first move as the bigger of the two moves in on me first. I start to drop to my knees, only for him to shake his head.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, his voice low and deep as he wags a finger at me. He doesn’t say anything else, only walking past me and stretching out across the king size mattress. He beckons me to come to him, and I obey, crawling up the bed toward him.
“Your mouth, sweetheart,” the other one says from behind me with a chuckle. “Use your mouth.”
I glance down at the cock before me, having no idea if it’s even anatomically possible for me to fit all of that into my mouth, but I try anyway. I remind myself that it’s similar to the cucumber and toy that I tried to practice with, but those things have nothing on the masterpiece before me. I wrap an unsure hand around his girth and stroke him, making sure to watch his expression to gauge my movements.
His deep groan sends goosebumps along my skin when I take him into my mouth. The light, salty flavor of pre-cum dances on my tongue as he thrusts his cock to the back of my throat. So that’s what it tastes like…
He pushes deeper, and I fight the urge to gag, desperately trying to keep up with him while also reminding myself to breathe. Before I can get into a comfortable rhythm, a hand appears between my legs. Pleasure skates up my spine as fingers rub small circles on my clit, and my hips rock back and forth of their own volition.
“Already so wet for us, Kitten,“ he murmurs, and I whimper in response. My entire body tenses when his fingers probe my entrance. “Relax for me.”
All the relaxing in the world doesn’t prepare me for the uncomfortable pressure before the slight pain registers in my brain at his intrusion. If it’s already uncomfortable with just two of his fingers, I have no idea how I’m going to survive being fucked by both of them. I force myself to try to relax and focus on my current task; the guys taking turns being sucked off while the other fingers me.
Soon, the leader of the two positions himself behind me. The head of his cock slips up and down my wet slit as his hand plants itself on my hip.
“Brace yourself, little kitten,” he says as lust weaves through his words. A stinging pain blooms throughout my lower body as he eases his way inside of me and my body immediately tenses. I whimper. He reaches around and strokes my clit as his hips move slowly.
“Oh my god,” I whimper. Colors burst behind my eyelids when I squeeze my eyes shut, the pain seeming to intensify the longer he remains inside me. “I can’t. I can’t!”
“Don’t tell me Kitten wants to tap out already,” he teases, and his friend chuckles. “You can take it. Just relax for me.”
“Unless you want to use your safe word and forfeit your money,” he reminds me.
Tears burn my eyes, but I shake my head. I can’t afford to tap out. It’s not like he can unfuck me now. If I have to suffer, at least it’ll be worth it.
“I can do it,” I finally say with a shaky breath.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs and continues thrusting into me.
The one in front of me runs his fingers through my hair as if patting my head.
“Such a good kitten,” he murmurs. “You’re taking my brother’s cock so good.”
Wait, they’re brothers?
I want to enjoy it, but nothing feels good. Every stroke he pushes inside me hurts, even though I know he’s doing his best to go slow. The pain overwhelms my senses, each thrust feeling like a lightning bolt, striking the center of my core. It’s not unbearable to the point I want to tap out, but I can only hope that it gets better, considering I have to endure this for another hour and a half.
The pain will be worth it, Cleo, I tell myself as the men switch places. Instead of the other guy coming to sit in front of me to have his cock sucked again, he settles down next to me. His hand moves down to my clit as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“That’s it,” the one behind me moans as he speeds up a little. “Just relax and let us make you feel better.”
The pain becomes less as we go on, but it doesn’t disappear. This isn’t anything like it seemed in the videos, but it’s not horrible, either. Streaks of pleasure peek out through the discomfort and suddenly, it’s not so hard to relax and enjoy it.
“Let’s move her further up the bed, Tay,” one of them says in a deep voice when they prepare to swap places again. My body immediately freezes. I’ve heard that nickname many times in my life, and only for one particular person. Then I figure it out. Their presence, their voices, their personalities.
It can’t be them.
There’s no fucking way it can be them.
But when I stare at them with my mouth hanging open and take in their forms, their hair, their eyes… I just know. It’s really them. Talon and Tristan.
In a panic, I jump up from the bed and scurry away from them, shaking my head. They both look at me in confusion before exchanging a look.
“I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” I say quickly. One of them approaches me, a frown evident on his lips.
“Who are you?” He reaches for my mask, but I jerk away from him with a yelp. “No stop! Rose! Rose!” I yell as loud as I can.
Bright lights flood the room and the door bursts open; two burly bouncers stepping into the room. My chest heaves with panicked breaths as the two men stare at me.
“You heard the lady. Back off; session’s over,” the man states, his voice gruff.
The two men stare at me before one huffs in frustration. They quickly dress and leave the room without another word or glance at me. The bouncer turns his attention to my naked body, his face empty of emotion.
“You can get dressed and exit when you’re decent,” he says and closes the door.
I sink to the bed, my legs shaky beneath me. I look up at the clock and mentally curse myself. I didn’t even make it to an hour, which means I don’t get paid.
I’ve just given myself away…for nothing.
Fuck my life.