Their Kitten: A Dark MFM Romance

There are two things I hate most: losing control of a situation and a loose end, and Kitten is both. The longer this session goes on, the more frustrated I become. The room reeks of sex and fear, but she still refuses to give us her name. I know for sure the pain will eventually cause her to break, but it hasn’t done anything yet, except make her withdraw further into herself.

It’s starting to piss me off. Severely.

I don’t care if I have to keep her tied up for days, if that’s what it takes to get the information I need. I thought the answer to my question was sitting behind her mask, but I still didn’t recognize her when I took it off.

She doesn’t look like anyone that Talon and I know well enough for her to know Talon’s nickname, but it’s obvious she knows us somehow. And the fact that I can’t figure out who she is only furthers my rage. I’ll get her fucking name before she leaves here. I know that much.

I don’t like feeling helpless. My hands tighten into fists. I don’t know who she is; I don’t know what she’s capable of. I don’t want to resort to violence to pry the truth from her lips, but I’m willing to do whatever the fuck it takes to get me what I want.

Her damn name.

I notice how uneasy Talon is at my brutality, but I can’t focus on that. This fuck up is on me, so I have to fix it. My family’s reputation and livelihood are at risk due to my carelessness.

My father just retired; I don’t want to be the reason his empire crumbles. He’s already lost so much after the death of our mother. It would kill him to see his hard work go down the drain because his sons were perverted assholes with questionable interests.

“If you want the pain to end, you just have to give us your name,” I state as I grab a paddle from the hook on the wall. The girl trembles on the bed before me, her teeth digging into her bottom lip painfully. She refuses to speak. I shrug. “Fine. Pain it is.”

I flip her over, her arms twist with the restrains. She screams out in pain when I land the first blow against her ass. I cock my head to the side as I watch her lovely taut skin turn red from the impact.

Talon stands off to the side and watches me. He frowns at me, and I know that he probably thinks that I’m going too far. Regardless of what he thinks, I didn’t pay almost half a million dollars to take it easy on her. It’s not like she’s playing nice with us, either.

“Please! Just stop!” she sobs, but I ignore her, striking her another three times before I pause again.

“Your name,” I demand.

“My name is Kitten,” she says through gritted teeth. Her body immediately tenses, as if she’s bracing herself for the next strike.

“Your real name!” I snap and then strike her again. She only continues to scream, still refusing to give me the name that I’m looking for.

After a few more strikes, Talon grabs my arm to stop me. “What?”

“I’m sure you’re thirsty for blood and all that, but I’d also like to get a turn,” he says with a frown. “Last I checked, we’re both coughing up money to fuck her. So fucking step aside for a second, would you?”

I force myself to let some of my anger simmer down in order to step away. Even though I wanted to fight him, I know he’s right. It’s not fair that I spend all of our time trying to hurt her in as many ways as I can. We only have two hours.

While Talon has his turn, I try to get a grip on myself. I feel unhinged, which is a bit out of character for me. Usually, I keep my cool. Only my brother can stress me out this much.

I glance up at the clock, seeing that our time is winding down quicker than I wanted. I know we can’t keep her down here indefinitely, but we’re no closer to getting her name than we were when we first came.

I move to get on the bed, settling in front of her. If she doesn’t want to use her pretty little mouth to give me information, then she can use it to suck me off.

She gags around my girth as I force myself down her throat. I groan when her muscles flex around me. For a split second, I almost forget she’s the fucking enemy.

I tighten my grip on her hair to keep her where I want her. I wince when I feel her teeth scrape against my cock. I yank her head back and glare down at her.

“If you bite me or if I feel your teeth again, I’ll break your fucking jaw,” I growl. “Open your mouth.”

She releases a sob. “Please,” she says, but I don’t want to hear shit other than the information I asked for.

“Please?” I cock my head to the side. “Are you ready to tell me your name?”

“I told you my name is Kitten!” she exclaims.

“Bullshit,” I sneer and shove my cock back into her mouth. Pleasure overwhelms me as I thrust my hips quicker against her face, relishing in the way she fights against me. If circumstances were different, she’d be so fucking perfect.

I know I’ll think about this time with her for months to come while I jerk my cock, imagining another night with her. Which makes it even more imperative I find out who she is.

So I can find her again soon.

“Ready to switch?” Talon asks, and I nod. We trade places, and I position myself on the opposite end of her.

“Still don’t want to give us your name?” I ask. I wipe the sweat beading up on my brow before I roughly flip her over. She cries out in pain, and I smirk, positioning her the way I want.

“Tristan, I think you’re going a bit overboard,” Talon says, and gestures to her. “I mean… look at her.”

“She brought this on herself.” I rub a little lube on my cock and position the head of it at her asshole. “All she has to do is tell us her name and this will stop.” I pause for a moment, fisting her hair and pulling her head back. “Ready to obey yet?”

Hot tears sit in her eyes as she glares back at me. “No,” she forces out.

“See?” I say to Talon and then shrug, letting go of her hair to grab her hips instead. “Suit yourself then, little slut.”

Her moans mix with screams and fill the room when I push into her tight hole. I groan as pleasure streaks up my spine and makes my skin warm. Aside from her frustrating the fuck out of me, she feels so good around my cock. It should be a crime how much her pain turns me on.

There are points where I forget that I’m doing this for information, my mind and body becoming caught up with the pleasure coursing through them as I hurt the mystery girl. “Just give him your name,” Talon says, trying to take the good cop position. But we’re well beyond trying to appease some soft spot inside her.

Bringing her to Hell revealed the monster in us both.

The closer we get to the cutoff time, the more she withdraws into herself to protect her sanity. And the further she retreats into her pain and suffering, the more determined she is to keep her identity a secret.

“No!” she exclaims between sobs, before moaning and hissing at me in anger that I just smirk at.

“Tell. Me. Your. Fucking. Name,” I hiss back, my violent strokes rattling her petite frame. But no matter what I do, nothing is working.

As our time winds down, I start to worry I’ll fail this battle.

Not even Hell can break this woman.

Which makes me realize just how dangerous she is.