Naughty Girl: A Dark Mafia Menage Romance

by Alta Hensley

  Still holding my hair, Stefano led me to the stairs. “You have two choices every single day. To be a good girl or to be a naughty girl. So, the choice really is up to you. Just as the choice of whether you would betray my brother and me was up to you. You clearly chose wrong, but hopefully when we are done with you, you’ll never make that mistake again.”

  “I don’t want to have your baby. Please. There has to be another way.” I tried to turn my head to look at Stefano in desperation but was rewarded with a sharp pull of my hair as he led me up the stairs. “I’ll do anything else you want. I’ll go to the Feds and take the fall. Anything. You don’t really want me to have your baby, do you? But I’ll leave and disappear if you want. I swear that I’ll never betray your family again. Is it money you want? I don’t have much, but I’ll find some more if I have to. I’ll work day and night to pay you whatever sum you want. Please just tell me what I can do.” I stumbled up the stairs to try to keep up with his stride.

  In the corner of my eye, I could see Thomas smirk. “Oh, you will pay. You will definitely pay.”

  When we reached the landing, I tried not to focus on the way my ears rang and my vision faded in and out as we walked down the long expansive hallway. My head spun as I was trying to process what the brothers were telling me. My life was spared—for now. But they were wanting to have sex with me—both of them—and I was to have their baby. This all seemed so normal to them.

  Simple.

  A sentence issued for my crime.

  “You will soon be the mother of our child. But before that day comes, you’ll need guidance, structure, and a firm hand to teach you right from wrong. We don’t want you to be a naughty girl.” Stefano opened up a bedroom door and shoved me across the threshold as both brothers followed close behind. “Every single day, we will ask you the same question. Have you been a good girl or a naughty girl? We hope you answer correctly.”

  Looking around the room, it surprised me to see that it was completely empty. There was not a single piece of furniture, a painting, curtains, or even a rug on the aged hardwood floor. In a manor such as this, one would expect a large canopied bed mastering the room with lush bedding and pillows. Possibly the floor-to-ceiling window draped with heavy velvet curtains. Antique furniture to adorn the room and even a large oriental rug that would cover most of the marred wooden floor. The room should be lovely, elegant, and welcoming. Quite the opposite of what the reality was.

  Bare. Completely bare.

  I turned and looked at the brothers, who stood by the door watching me examine the room. “Am I to stay in this room?” I was almost too scared to ask the question in fear of what I would hear.

  They both nodded.

  “But there is no furniture,” I said softly. Was I to be expected to sleep on the floor? What about clothing and personal items?

  “By doing every single thing we say without protest, you can start earning some items of comfort,” Thomas explained. “If you argue or put up a fight, we will still do what we intended to do, but you will earn a consequence instead. Good girl versus naughty girl.”

  “What do you intend to do to me?” My voice cracked, and I thought I might have to run to the bathroom I saw across the hall and throw up.

  “Have our baby. Behave,” Stefano answered.

  “And do I just stay in this room until the baby comes?”

  Stefano took a step toward me. “Until you earn the comfort of exiting the room.” He reached into a leather holder on his belt and pulled out a knife. The silver of the blade glimmered beneath the light cast by a small chandelier above. “But it’s time we begin.” He took another menacing step toward me as my heart stopped. “Remove all your clothing.”

  His command was accented by the heavy step of Thomas circling to my left, as if I needed a reminder of what would come if I said no.

  I reached for the top button of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it. “Am I to be a whore to you both whenever you want?” I stared him directly in the eyes. “So, I have to fuck you both at the same time? Is that what I’m understanding?”

  Stefano closed the distance between us and placed the knife at the side of my neck right below my earlobe. “Fucking you would give you pleasure. And the last thing we plan on doing to you right now is give you pleasure.” He ran the knife along my collarbone and down until it reached my fingertips holding the button of my blouse. He then forced the blade between the button and the fabric and started plucking the buttons right off, disrobing me his way.

  I remained perfectly still. The knife was so close to my flesh that I worried the slightest move would have it slicing my skin instead of the blouse.

  “We’ll put our seed in you many times. Over and over until the swell on your belly is evident,” Stefano said as he used the knife to cut through the thin band connecting my bra between my breasts.

  He paused and looked me directly in the eyes as the cool air kissed my now exposed nipples as Thomas took hold and ripped the material of the bra off me.

  Stefano took a step back and said, “Now remove the rest of your clothes and stand naked before us. We will give you the first opportunity to earn an item of comfort.” When I didn’t move right away, he raised one eyebrow and added, “You’ll be naked standing before us one way or the other. We’re giving you the opportunity to at least earn some comfort for the act. Your choice.”

  “Good girl or naughty girl?” Thomas added as he crossed his arms against his chest awaiting my answer.

  Glancing at the knife in Stefano’s hand, and then at the way his jaw clenched while he waited, I decided it best to do exactly as the brothers wished. At least for now. I had to regroup. Think everything through. I needed time to process, but I needed to be alive to do so. If all I had to do was stand naked before them, then so be it. Trying to not overthink or allow my pride to get in the way of my survival, I disrobed as fast as I could.

  “Leave your panties on,” Thomas instructed. “For now. I like the way they look on you. Delicate and sexy.”

  I paused as his deep voice broke my spell of compliance. “Please don’t make me do this.” My voice quivered as much as my body did. Fresh tears erupted and ran down my cheeks as I watched Stefano, who kept the same cold expression on his face he had from the beginning.

  He once again closed the distance between us and put the knife under my chin so I had to look up into his brown eyes. He inhaled deeply. “I love the way your tears smell against your cheeks.” He pressed the tip of the knife into my skin, forcing a gasp to break free from my closed lips. He then darted his tongue past his lips and licked a trail up my cheek, collecting my tears for his tasting. “These will not be the last of your tears,” he nearly growled as he then lowered the knife to the edge of my panties.

  “Please,” I said softly. Another sob broke free. “I’ll do as you ask. I’m scared. Please don’t hurt me.”

  The knife dipped below the waistband of my panties and rested against my mound. The coolness of the steel against my intimate skin made me gasp again as Stefano brought his lips to my ear. “Stay still, Hailey. It would be a shame to scar this pussy of yours.”

  “Please...”

  He tapped the metal of the knife against my clit, causing a surprising surge of sinful arousal. Horror at my captive situation, combined with my desire, weakened my knees. Beads of sweat formed on my upper lip as I focused on not collapsing to the floor, jamming the blade right through me.

  “By the time we are done with you, you will be the perfect wife and the perfect mother to our child. You belong to us. We will be your masters, your sirs...” He paused for a moment and examined my body from head to toe. He gave me a wicked smile, clearly pleased with his thoughts of what that would mean. “We will be the men who control every single breath you take and move you make. You were a bad, bad girl, Hailey. But we are forgiving men, and we know you will give us a beautiful baby.”

  He was serious. This man was fucking serious. They both were.

  “Do you
understand what we are saying, Hailey?” Thomas asked. “What our expectations are?”

  I nodded, trying to stay as still as I could as the knife resting on my pussy reminded me how precarious my situation was.

  “Answer me the proper way,” Stefano said firmly.

  Not sure what he meant exactly, I tried to guess and replied, “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl,” Thomas praised.

  I swallowed hard and with wide eyes tried one last time to beg for mercy. “Please don’t do this. I swear I won’t say a single word to the police. I’ll go to jail. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I promise you that I have learned my lesson. We don’t need to do this.”

  “But we do,” Stefano said.

  “Please,” I pleaded as fresh tears fell. “I beg you.”

  “You aren’t begging yet. Trust me. But you will. When we’re done with you, you’ll be begging for more. You’ll beg for our cocks to be inside of you. You will plead with those tears in your eyes for our tongues to go lower and deeper. You will beg, dirty girl. You will beg.” He pressed the knife a little harder against my mound. “Now say it. Say yes, sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Say it louder.” The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.

  “Yes, sir!” I said louder as I tensed. The sensation set my body ablaze in arousal—but it was so fucking wrong.

  “Say it again and look me in the eyes like a good girl.”

  I opened my blurry tear-filled eyes wide and stared at him. “Yes, sir.”

  “Very good,” Stefano praised. “You just earned yourself a comfort item.”

  Stefano removed the knife and replaced it with the palm of his hand. Without warning, he inserted a finger into my pussy and began pumping it in and out of me. “Look at my brother while I finger-fuck you,” he ordered. “Get used to seeing his face when I make you come.”

  I gasped as I struggled to not close my legs in an attempt to protect my virtue. Tears of indignity ran down my face as I also fought the urge to grind against his hand to drive him deeper inside of me.

  Thomas walked over, and just as quickly as Stefano had, and without any warning of his own, put his own hand down my panties. His finger was added to my degradation. Two fingers, two brothers, but only my one tiny hole now being raided.

  Each of them fucked me with their fingers in unison. They spread me wide as they both took claim of what was now theirs to do so. I wanted to scream, to demand for them to stop, but the only sound that escaped my lips was a deep and guttural moan.

  Just as the most embarrassing orgasm neared, both of them pulled out their fingers as quickly as it had started and chuckled as they made eye contact, sharing a secret only the two of them was in on.

  “Too soon for pleasure,” Thomas said as he took a few steps away.

  Stefano replaced his hand with the blade and began rubbing the knife up and down in a slow and sensual manner. He inhaled again, brought his lips to my ear, and whispered, “I smell you, naughty girl. I can smell those naughty juices of yours. I have a feeling we are going to have great fun paying your dues.”

  I began to cry harder—more out of shame and humiliation this time rather than fear. My body hungered for more, and I hated myself for it.

  I was his. His.

  No. Wrong.

  I was theirs. Theirs.

  There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say. My cries grew louder and echoed off the walls of the empty room. It was a symphony of misery. A chorus of terror. And as I looked at the Bennato Brothers, I realized they would be the men orchestrating it all.

  Thomas left the room for a brief moment and returned with a thin gray wool blanket. He tossed it to the floor and smiled. “Your first item of comfort.” He then left the room without saying another word.

  Chapter Three

  Hailey

  I stood alone with Stefano. Although he looked nearly identical to Thomas, he had a thin scar that ran down his left cheek. It was subtle but just enough to make them appear different.

  “Thomas has some business to conduct and to inform our massive security of our new situation. So, if you even think there is a chance of escape, I would get that thought out of your head right now. You can run, but we’ll hunt you down, and you won’t like the consequences for that act. Every single man who is involved in the hunt will have his chance to punish you. So, the choice is yours.” Stefano smiled, but not a warm and inviting smile. No. A smile of evil. “But there’s no reason we can’t begin grooming you to be the perfect wife now while Thomas is busy. Our obedient good girl.” Stefano removed the knife from my panties.

  He raised the blade to meet my eye level. Glancing at it, I could see it was coated with my signs of fucked-up lust and twisted sexual need.

  It glistened with sin.

  Stefano was right. I was a naughty girl. Yes, filthy. So fucking wrong. I should be screaming. Demanding freedom. I should be fighting to escape, but instead I was nearly coming on a weapon used to kill.

  There was a sparkle in Stefano’s eye and a smirk on his face as he put the blade back in its holder on his belt. “I advise you to be a good little girl. Do you understand?”

  I nodded and softly said, “Yes, sir.” I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to suffer either and be miserable the entire time I was here. I didn’t. I could do this. I could earn my comforts. I already had one. I had a long way to go to furnish this room, but I knew the only way to survive this ordeal was by focusing on one comfort at a time. I could do this. I had no choice but to do this. “What are you going to do to me now?”

  It suddenly dawned on me that I was still standing with my arms at my sides. Like I was a private in the army standing before a general.

  Yes, sir.

  No, sir.

  Whatever you say, sir.

  Only this time, the private was wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. I didn’t have to look down to know my nipples were hard, and I didn’t have to press my legs together to feel the leftover wetness from the kiss of the knife.

  Stefano took hold of my hair again and circled it around his hand. He then guided me out of the room as if my hair was a leash and I was his mangy mutt. We walked down the hallway, and I noticed that there were cameras placed in strategic places. Was Thomas watching? The security team? I could practically feel their eyes burning holes into my exposed flesh. When we reached the bathroom door, Stefano turned to me with seriousness washed over his face. “We are going to start filming from the minute we walk into the bathroom. Thomas will be watching every single moment once he’s done with business. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. He wants a close-up recording so he can truly examine how grateful you are for your life and his mercy. Are you going to be able to behave and act as he would expect someone who wants to earn items of comfort would behave? I’m serious when I tell you that what you do from this point on is crucial. So, will you be able to do exactly as I say?”

  Did I have a choice?

  I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. In a very tiny voice, I answered, “I think so... sir.” The word still felt foreign but didn’t necessarily feel more fucked up or wrong than my current situation.

  My body began to tremble with the overwhelming nerves exploding from inside, but I didn’t want Thomas or Stefano to see that anyone had the ability to break me. Inner strength was all I had left. Being kidnapped, captive, stolen away was my new reality, but I needed to stay strong. I’d tried begging and begging hadn’t work. So I had to regroup. Approach this situation differently. I needed strength and determination to survive this.

  I could survive this.

  And there would be a time. A time when they least expected it, that I could escape. I could somehow wake up from this nightmare. But for now, I had no choice but do as commanded. I needed time... time to figure out how to save myself. I would remain strong no matter what occurred on the other side of the door.

  Stefano’s fa
ce lit up, and he stroked the back of my head. The act didn’t feel loving, but rather condescending. Humiliation was clearly a tactic of his. “That’s my good girl. You just do as I say and don’t fight me in the slightest. Swallow that pride raging inside of you. Your pride is only the first of what you’ll lose while here.” He opened the door and gave a nod to a man who stood at a video camera. “Meet Gio. He’ll be recording this session tonight.”

  I walked into the pristine bathroom, fiddling with my fingers as I gave Gio a small awkward nod. I was standing in nothing but my panties in front of a complete stranger. Two complete strangers, though I had already been more vulnerable and intimate with Stefano than most men in my past. I didn’t know what to do or say to Gio, but I could see the red light was on the camera and knew that there was no turning back. Thomas would be watching. Stefano was waiting.

  “All right,” Stefano began. “Let’s get you out of those panties.” His command was firm.

  Only pausing to appreciate my breasts for a moment, Stefano took hold of my panties, squatting as he pulled them down all the way to my ankles and lifted my feet one at a time to step out of them.

  Glancing up and staring at my exposed and completely naked body, he scowled and stood up. “Naughty, naughty girl.”

  I flinched at his words and the stern expression on his face. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I’d done exactly as he’d asked.

  “Only very bad girls have hair on their pussies,” he lectured.

  I glanced down at my brown little curls of hair and then back at him in disbelief.

  “We do not tolerate our soon-to-be wife and the mother of our child to ever have body hair. This is not acceptable.”

  He took a step forward, lifted my arm, and ran his fingertips along my armpit, nodded, and then ran his hand down the front of my leg and nodded again.

  “Lucky for you and your ass, you at least took care of the rest of your body hair. But,” he said as he went and sat on the edge of the tub, “you’ll still be punished for a hairy pussy.” He patted his lap, which I assumed meant he wanted me to lie over it since he used the word punished.