Their Kitten: A Dark MFM Romance

Just as quickly as it started, my dream has reverted back to a nightmare. Not only am I still recovering from Garrett’s assault. After the fight I had with Tristan a few days ago, I can’t bring myself to spend anymore of the money I’d gotten from them. I feel bad that I said those things to him, but I know he wouldn’t believe the truth. I can’t expect him to choose me over the man that raised him, his only living parent, with an accusation like that. I’d much rather have him hate me for eternity over a lie than to have him hate me for the truth that he refuses to believe. It’s probably better this way.

I’ve been stuck in a rundown motel since leaving the apartment, picking up odd jobs here and there to cover the fees for my room and basic needs while trying to find something more stable. Despite my best efforts, I’m right back at square one—broke and desperate.

Which is how I end up back at Purgatory.

“Let me get this straight…you want to return the money?” Lucian repeats slowly. I’m sure he probably thinks I’m nuts, and maybe I am. But it no longer feels right to have it. It’s not even the fact that I slept with Tristan and Talon that’s putting me off; it’s more so my own guilt getting the best of me. Every time I go to use the money, I think of them, and I’d rather not have them invading my mind anytime I see the money I earned from being with them.

“Yes,” I state.

Lucian rubs the back of his neck, confusion splashed across his face. “I apologize for my shock,” he starts. “I’ve just never had someone want to give back money for something they can’t get back.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” I shrug. “But I want a new encounter downstairs that’ll pay a lot.”

“Why not just keep the money you’ve made already?”

“I have my reasons,” I counter.

“You do know what happens downstairs, right?”

My stomach flips when I think of what I’d endured in Hell the last time I was down there. “Yes, I know.”

He stares at me for a long while before he sighs. “Okay then. If that’s what you want, I’ll set it up. Come back tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” I place the duffle bag with the remainder of the money onto his desk and make my exit before I’m tempted to change my mind. At least I know I’ll be able to make my money and leave on the first bus or plane out of this place and not have to worry about running into Tristan or Talon again. Even though the thought of a fresh start is comforting, an unexplainable pang of loneliness tries to take residence in my chest. Tristan and Talon have taken over my life in ways I didn’t intend, and the thought of never seeing them makes me sad for some reason. It’s like having to mourn the loss of someone, but they aren’t dead, simply having to force yourself to move on in life without them.

“It’s for the best,” I whisper to myself. Hopefully, it’ll get easier to believe that as time goes on.

The next day, I anxiously wait on the main floor of the lobby. A strange sense of déjà vu fills me as I wait to be escorted downstairs. My eyes track the people around me, half expecting Tristan to show up and harass me. I blow out a breath and try to calm myself. This is the last time, I think to myself, and the thought calms me a little. This is the last time I’ll have to essentially sell myself to survive. Once I leave here, I can truly start my new life without my past becoming tangled up in it.

“Kitten,” a woman’s voice calls. I look up to find a woman standing a few feet away from me with a clipboard in her hand. She waves me over to her, and I slide off the barstool and weave through the bodies milling about. “Follow me.”

I fall in step behind her as we make our way into Hell. Faint screaming comes from a room somewhere in the hall, and I jump when something akin to a power drill goes off. The further we get down the hall, the more nervous I become. Different sounds of torture waft out into the hallway, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not already having second thoughts.

She opens a door and gestures for me to go inside, closing the door behind me without another word. I move over to the bed and sit, unsure of what to do. I have no idea what Lucian set me up with, as I’d told him I didn’t want to know. I figure the less I know, the less likely I’ll back out. Lucian was so confused that I picked Hell instead of Heaven, but I feel like it’s the better place for me. These last few days without the guys around gave me nothing but time to think, and the guilt of everything came crashing down on me. They risked their own lives to help save mine, and I still can’t bring myself to be honest with them. Talon took a bullet for me, and I ran out on them again. Maybe me doing this is my own form of punishment to pay for all the pain I’ve caused them by lying to them.

The door opens again and two women in masks come in. “Remove your clothes, please,” one of them says. Lucian didn’t say anything about the client being more than one person or a woman, but I don’t complain. I mean, how brutal will they be?

I do as they say, and they have me follow them to a large cross on the other side of the room. “What’s this for?” I ask.

“The client would like you to be tied to this,” one of them explains. It’s then that I realize the women are employees, not the person who’ll be in here with me. I follow their instructions and position myself face down on the cross while they tie me down to it. I try not to panic when they blindfold me, sending me into darkness before leaving me alone again. It’s just two hours. I just have to survive for two hours.

I wait for what feels like forever before the door opens again. Heavy footsteps move across the floor, and my heart pounds against my rib cage. My senses are more sensitive, picking up on every single sound and even the slight temperature in the room. It sounds as if they’re rummaging around on the shelf not far from me before a presence appears at my side.

“I’m Kitten,” I start, and I notice how shaky my voice is. “And I’m—ah!”

He shoves a vibrating object into my pussy without warning and without lube, pain zipping along my nerve endings. It shocks me so much that it nearly takes my breath away. I try to move in hopes of getting the object to fall out, but my legs are restrained against the cross with no extra space to allow much movement. I whimper and bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Before I can even adjust to the intrusion between my legs, something cracks against my back. Stinging pain spreads in the place of impact and then I’m struck again, this time across my ass. I can’t stop the tears as the pain increases across the back of my body. Whatever he’s using almost feels like a hard but thin whip that whistles through the air before each strike. He’s yet to say anything to me, but I’m not surprised. He didn’t spend money to come down here to talk—only to cause pain.

This goes on for what feels like years. The uncomfortable vibrations between my legs. The whipping. The pain is so overwhelming that I’m sure I’m going to pass out. My skin hurts so badly that I’m practically numb with pain, and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

“Please stop,” I beg after a while. “I can’t take anymore.”

The room falls silent aside from my hiccupping sobs, and I nearly melt in relief when he removes the vibrator from my pussy. The reprieve is short-lived, because he quickly replaces it with his cock. He releases a deep groan as he sinks into me, strong hands gripping my hips.

“For someone begging me to stop, your pussy is wet as fuck, Kitten,” the man taunts, and I freeze when I immediately recognize the voice.

“Tristan?!” I shriek in both horror and surprise. How the hell did he even know I’d come back here? Fucking Lucian and his big mouth.

“Did you think I’d let another man touch you?” He wraps my hair around his fist and proceeds to pound into me. “You are mine to fuck and mine to hurt. All. Fucking. Mine. Now let’s see how much of me you can really take.”

He thrust into me deeply a few more times before suddenly pulling out and stepping away. A moment later, I feel something wet against my pussy.

“I shouldn’t even use lube, but I don’t think this will work without it.” I don’t get to wonder long about what he is going to do. He shoves two fingers inside of me, adding a third after a few thrusts. My pussy feels so stretched. I don’t think I can take more when he forces a fourth finger into my tight channel.

“Please!” I beg, but he only fucks me harder with his fingers.

“You can take it. You’re gonna take my whole fist by the end of this session.” Did he just say his whole fist?!

“No, I can’t…” I whimper between painful thrusts.

My pussy feels so stretched already, a burning sensation coming with it. Tristan keeps fucking me with his fingers, shoving deeper into me with each thrust. After a while, my pussy stretches easier around his digits, but my relief is short-lived when he tries to wiggle his thumb into me as well.

“Please, I can’t take it,” I whine, but to no avail.

“Take it,” he groans as he forces his whole hand into me painfully.

I cry out when the pressure becomes too much, but Tristan ignores my pleas and screams.