Naughty Girl: A Dark Mafia Menage Romance

by Alta Hensley

  Stefano walked into the room with a dominant presence, causing my heart to skip a beat. He slowly walked over and stood before me. He placed a palm on each side of my face. Very closely, he examined my eyes.

  “I hope you plan on obeying today.”

  I escaped his glare and stared at the floor. “Yes, sir.”

  He lifted my chin so I was forced to look into his eyes again. “I hope you have been learning your lesson, no?”

  I simply nodded.

  “Did my brother fuck you yesterday? Did he come inside of you?”

  I nodded again.

  “Then I suppose that means it’s my turn,” Stefano said, as he stroked the back of my head. “But should I still give you your daily lesson?” he asked with a wicked gleam to his eye.

  “I will not forget the lessons ever,” I admitted, hoping that would be enough to prevent another punishment.

  “Regardless, I may want you to feel the sting of my lash into the next day,” Stefano said. “I want every time you sit to remind you that I could whip you daily forever.”

  “I will remember,” I whispered.

  “Stand up and bend over the table.”

  I paused for a moment, not wanting to do what he asked, but at the same time, I did. The confusion in my body and mind almost paralyzed me.

  “Now,” was his only command.

  As if his deep voice were a spell, enchanting me to do his bidding, I did just as he asked, staring into his deep, dark eyes as I willingly bent over one of my comfort items for the room. Everything I did, everything I thought, was traitorous to the crux of my core. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t crave it. I should be screaming, clawing, hating these men with every living inch of my body. But I didn’t.

  When I placed my palm against the wood of the table, Stefano put his hand atop mine, lacing his fingers and taking hold. I could feel his breath on my neck as he pressed his body against my spine. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against the bare flesh of my bottom and thighs.

  “Did my brother fuck you good last night?” he purred into my ear as his free hand ran along the edge of my hip.

  “Yes.”

  A sharp spank to my ass revealed he did not like my answer.

  “Yes, sir. Thomas fucked me good,” I corrected. The saliva in my mouth dissipated as the nerves took over. Would he be angry? Would he be jealous? Did he want to be the man who had fucked me instead?

  “And did you like it?”

  I nodded, which earned me two very hard swats to my ass again. My pussy throbbed with each swat. I hungered for more.

  “Yes, sir. I did.”

  He ran his fingertips along the surface of my upturned butt and dipped between the crease, running them from my anus, to my taint, to my weeping hole, to my clit. “Look how wet you are.” He pushed a finger past my folds and into my pussy and began pumping it in and out. “What gets you so wet, naughty girl?”

  “You,” I barely said between my gasps.

  “Elaborate,” he demanded, adding a second finger to the one already finger-fucking me.

  “Your dominance. Your control. You.”

  He took his palm off of mine and used his hand to start spanking me while he fingered me at the same time. The combination of pleasure and pain had me moaning and writhing against the coldness of the table. The spanking was not gentle, and his fingers thrust firmly inside of me. Rising up on my tiptoes with every thrust, I finally cried out.

  “Please!”

  “Please what?” he asked as he pumped and spanked, never easing up in the slightest.

  “Please, I can’t take any more.” I didn’t truly want him to stop, but I needed more. I needed so much more.

  Whether it was my cries, or the sounds of the spanking echoing through the manor, Thomas walked into bedroom to see what was going on. His eyebrow rose when I made eye contact with him, but he said nothing. He simply stood and watched Stefano spank and finger me as I lay helplessly over the table.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked as if he hadn’t noticed Thomas who only stood a few feet away.

  “Yes.”

  “Why do you want to fuck me, if you can fuck my brother?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “Do you need a belting instead of a fucking? Answer me, or I will whip this ass of yours, and it will be far worse than the one I gave you last time.”

  “I want to fuck you both,” I admitted between deep moans.

  “Both?” he said as he paused in the spanking but kept his two digits still firmly planted inside my cunt.

  “Yes, sir. I want both of you to fuck me.”

  Stefano pulled out his fingers and stood me up, turning him to face me. “Yes, naughty girl. It’s time we both teach you a lesson at the same time.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Hailey

  Stefano’s eyes blazed as he scanned my body from head to toe. “I can’t wait to see you when you’re carrying our baby.” His voice was low; a tremor of anticipation trickled along my spine.

  “Yes, sir,” I said, earning a caress of my mound from Stefano. His mouth closed on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he sucked.

  “I’m not going to leave this room without a fresh load of my cum in that sweet little pussy of yours.” Stefano’s gravelly tone and the vulgar words caused a catch in my belly. Stefano stroked hard fingers between my thighs as I watched Thomas disrobe before me. “I want everyone, including you, to smell who you belong to.”

  Once naked, with his erect cock on full display before me, Thomas walked over, pulled me over toward the edge of the bed, and sat me on his lap so I was facing outward watching Stefano shed his own clothes.

  Thomas stroked the tender flesh of my pussy as we waited for Stefano to join the party. “So wet for me, so wet for the both of us,” he purred with approval. “Are you sure you want to be fucked by us at the same time?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Yes, so much so.”

  Stefano approached the bed and lifted me from Thomas’s lap and placed me so I was straddling his lap. He pressed a hand onto the flat of my stomach as my hips grinded against him in silent need, like my sex was an offering, not just for him but also for the both of them. I needed them like I needed air to live. My nipples beaded as Thomas came up from behind me and took hold of my breasts, and I ached to be claimed.

  The large head of Stefano’s cock entered me without preamble, thrusting into my core, where my flesh was still sore and swollen from Thomas the day before. I gasped in surprised discomfort, focusing on accepting his girth. His big palms held my hips still until my enflamed muscles accepted his thick presence. Then he thrust again, as his eyes locked with mine.

  “This pussy belongs to both of us now, naughty girl. Thomas and I will never allow you to leave us. Never.”

  Even the thought of leaving the brothers gave me a pang of sadness, but I quickly shook away the emotion as Stefano thrust deeper inside, his balls slapping up against me.

  Thomas leaned toward me and pressed his lips to mine as Stefano pressed even deeper with each movement, grinding his hips against me, until I felt stretched. Full.

  “Do you like my brother’s cock in you?” Thomas asked when he broke away from the kiss. His voice in my ear was a gritty caress, a velvet growl, as his hands moved over my breasts, then nipples, pinching tightly. I desperately wanted so much more. I had a hunger I wondered if possible to ever be satiated.

  “Yes.” I did. My whole body came alive under the power of his words and body. Stefano ground in deeper as Thomas palmed my breasts.

  “Do you want us to spread both holes? Tell me.” Thomas’s voice held a devil’s smile, but there was a question there, like he wanted to be sure I liked his aggression, and that I truly was giving myself to him and his twin.

  I did. I had never had a need so strong before. Their dominance beckoned, as if I could hear their masculine blood pulse beneath their flesh. A drumbeat demanding I march along. I couldn’t think, just arched my back and pressed my
hips upward, seeking more of Stefano, wanting to pull him deeper into my core.

  Thomas pinched a nipple, making me jerk under his hand. “Do you want me to fuck you too? Do you want me in your ass while Stefano fucks you until you scream?” His voice was insistent; his breath ran along the sensitive hairs on my neck as he spoke. Stefano never letting up in his assault had my mind spinning and my body humming along to the rhythm of his fucking.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Tell me.” Thomas’s teeth closed around the sensitive skin of my earlobe. “Tell me you want my cock. You’ll like it when I fuck you in the ass with it. Tell me you want my cum inside of you.”

  I was panting now, my pussy leaking wetness around Stefano’s dick.

  “Tell me. Tell Stefano. Tell us both that you want double penetration. You want it bad.”

  “Yes, I... I want it. I want you both now.” My stomach convulsed again at his low hum of satisfaction. “I like your big cock,” I gasped, reveling in the spikes of pleasure that shot straight to the sensitive nub between my thighs as the filthy words left my mouth. “Please fuck me in the ass while your brother fucks me in the pussy.”

  Stefano let out a long satisfied groan at my words and thrust even deeper, spreading me wide.

  They brought something out of me that I’d never known. A part of me I had never had the chance to experience. They’d shown me the salacious, raw woman inside who asked for what I wanted, and liked it.

  “Say it again.” Stefano’s voice was a growl.

  I answered with a ferocious growl of my own. “I want you both. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I’d never felt so powerful as when Stefano swelled within me. I looked into Thomas’s dark lust-filled eyes and added, “Take me in the ass, Thomas. Claim me there.” I thrust downward, clenching my internal muscles around Stefano’s cock, waiting for them to give me what I so desperately needed.

  He roared as I clamped down on him like a vise, and then pulled out of me roughly. He laid on his back and positioned me to straddle his body, thrusting his cock in me without even seconds passing to miss the fullness of his possession. Thomas mounted the bed and pulled back my hips to get in position for him to take me at the same time. I closed my eyes and rode up and down Stefano’s shaft as I felt Thomas place the tip of his cock at my tight back entrance.

  “This will hurt,” Thomas warned.

  “Yes,” I panted. God, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to feel the pain.

  He grunted, surging forward, holding me immobile so I could adjust to the size of his dick stretching my ass while Stefano stretched my pussy. I wanted to scream, to moan, to beg for them to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to beg for them to begin. Wave after wave of conflicting emotion and feelings washed over me. Pain versus pleasure. Submission versus resistance.

  Thomas eased past my puckered entrance, while Stefano began thrusting slowly, setting a tempo for the both of them. In and out, back and forth, the two of them fluidly controlled my body. The pressure, the fullness, the bite—so much that I had no choice but to succumb fully to their control. I released everything to them and truly became a slave to their mastery.

  “Harder,” I said, pressing back against Thomas, while Stefano pulled slowly out of me, only to have him thrust in once again. “Fuck me harder.”

  “Say it again,” Stefano demanded.

  “Harder.”

  “You’re ours,” Thomas announced, followed by a deep and guttural moan.

  “Ours,” Stefano agreed as he placed his lips firmly on mine. His tongue twirled with mine as my heart soared.

  They moved rough and fast, pumping furiously until I felt the hot jets of both their climaxes deep within, and a screaming release tore through me, leaving me shaking and gasping for air. My quivering walls milked them dry while they both regained their composure. A warm heat flowed through my veins. Both brothers held me, preventing me from collapsing fully while they kept their cocks still firmly implanted inside of me.

  I couldn’t speak, not that I would know what to say if I could. The smell of sex mixed with the thick silence of the room. Even though the three of us were all physically joined as one, we were distant and deep within our own selves. Pleasured, replete, satiated, and yet... there seemed to be a sense of longing cast over our intertwined bodies. Their seed flowed through me, but at the same time, I felt more confused than ever before.

  Had we made a baby yet?

  The three of us.

  Three.

  I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, I was in between them in the bed as normal couples would do after lovemaking. Legs were entwined, arms were heavy as they possessively held me close. My back was to Thomas’s warm chest and my breasts were up against Stefano. I was sandwiched between the two men, and I had never felt more comforted and safe in my life.

  Their heavy breathing as they slept seemed to blend with mine. Our heartbeats seemed to beat as one. Little space separated us as flesh morphed into a single body.

  I could picture this as my future.

  Always between them. Always shared.

  “You’re beautiful,” Thomas murmured against my ear.

  “Perfect,” Stefano agreed with a sleepy voice.

  I didn’t tense or wonder what would come next. I didn’t fear these men but felt a level of satisfaction and contentment that I would never be able to put into words. My body hummed, and I had never felt more alive or free in my entire life as I lay trapped in their arms.

  There was so much I wanted to say. But I didn’t want to break this bubble of euphoria. I wanted this single moment to last forever.

  “Go to sleep, naughty girl,” Stefano said as he cleared the little bit of space that separated us to kiss me on the lips. So gentle. So loving. So... everything I could ever want. “Sleep.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Hailey

  The days continued on, as did the regular and routine punishments. Thomas had only fucked me one more time, and it was not the same as before. He had simply pushed me against a wall and quickly took me from behind in an animalistic way before he tanned my ass with a strap. Stefano had fucked me three more times, and none had been as intense as the first. I had longed for even a quick glimpse of that connection we had when we all three had been together. I hungered for it as I had once hungered for their cocks to be inside of me.

  I wanted all of Thomas.

  I wanted all of Stefano.

  I wanted to know what was behind the tough exterior they both had and why they both gave me little of who they were inside. I knew there was more. So much more.

  But they were cold. Both so, so cold.

  I had seen small glimpses. They were still strict as ever, but I also received tender touches here and there. They would carry me to bed after a session, and both had even held me as I fell asleep several evenings. Each had bathed me, brushed my hair, and both the brothers had started taking every meal with me in the dining room.

  Yes, they were still severe disciplinarians, but when I was their perfect naughty girl and then had submitted like the good girl they wanted me to be, they usually rewarded me with kindness, even if it was just in small doses. Because I hungered to see and to feel more of that connection, I constantly searched for it in their eyes and in their actions, and I knew without a doubt that I could see it. I most certainly could feel it. Not all the time... but the times did exist.

  Yes, I was still earning my comfort items.

  I was still a prisoner.

  But there was something different in the way they both watched me. In the way they touched me. And even in the way they punished me.

  There were still constant reminders of my reality, however. The brothers had requested other enema sessions, which Gio always recorded for later viewing. Both Stefano and Thomas often demanded to have a close-up recording of many spankings where I had to hold my butt cheeks spread wide so they could see my anus as it too would be spanked and prodded for their viewing. They were always far harsher with me whe
n the camera was rolling, and I knew that it was expected for the tears to flow. Even if I didn’t particularly feel like crying, I knew it would please them. I think I knew deep down it was what they wanted to see—my pain, my suffering, my miserable penance. And whenever I performed as I knew the brothers wanted, they would reward me with a caress, or a touch that made my heart soar. But the brothers also wanted to see me as a captive hating every single minute of her stay in the manor, and I played the part perfectly.

  If the brothers only knew.

  If they only knew just how much my body craved the penance. They weren’t the monsters. I was the fucking monster. I wanted and actually liked every single lick of pain. I ached for the next fix. I absolutely writhed in agony when I was without one of their touches. I was an addict, and the brothers were the only one who could deliver the drug I craved.

  “You should be carrying our baby by now,” Thomas said after my evening belting. “It’s been months, and something tells me that you’re with child. Stefano and I are starting to make plans to move you to one of our properties to have you carry the baby with the best medical staff at your disposal.”

  It was as if ice cold water had been thrown on my quivering body. My heart froze as my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor. I looked up into Thomas’s stunned face with wide eyes and shook my head in denial.

  Baby.

  I didn’t want to think about having a baby.

  Their baby.

  Every time I did, it would make me panic. It was too real. Too...

  A baby would bring all three of us back into reality.

  With furrowed brow, he kneeled down and took my hand in his. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” The look of concern on his face was foreign, and I took a moment to absorb a new element of the man I longed to know more about.

  “I’m not sick.” Although I couldn’t breathe normally, and my body grew clammy.

  Thomas wiped a loose strand of hair from my face and placed his palm on my forehead. “What’s going on, Hailey? Do you need a doctor?” He pulled my shivering body against his and cradled me.