“What?”
I look back and forth at Marino and Dante. I’m surprised that they want to have anything to do with me, if they know the truth about me, which I’m assuming they do.
“Look, Doll,” Dante says, with the reserved air of someone who barely knows me. “I thought long and hard about what to do about you. You caused a big rift between Marino and I.”
Marino glares at me, as if to confirm it.
“But I told him that even though I’ve made mistakes in the past, I was totally above board with you. Which is more than I can say about you.”
“Dante, Marino, I…”
“Be quiet,” Dante says. “I’m talking. I told him that you and I have never met up without him knowing. We’ve never been together without him knowing.”
“Of course not,” I say, when I’m sure he’s finished talking. “I love what I have with both of you…”
“Be quiet,” Dante says. “I know you do. And that’s why I figured that the best punishment would be for us to leave you. But not until we have our way with you, one last time.”
My body stiffens with excitement and a mixture of emotions. I’m upset that I won’t get to see them again. But I’m also excited to be with them one last time, which is more than I expected.
“I’m glad that you and Dante were never alone with each other,” Marino says. “And I know that even if you started out to hurt us, you really did feel something for us.”
“I did,” I assure him. “I do.”
“But too late for that now,” Marino continues. “There is loyalty among brothers, forgiveness no matter what. But that doesn’t extend to you.”
He gulps, as if he’s maybe second guessing what he’s saying. As if perhaps there’s still some hope.
But then he swallows with resolve.
“So that’s why it has to be over,” he pronounces. “After this.”
“Dance for us one last time,” Dante says.
I obediently sway from side to side.
“I need some music,” I tell him.
He goes to the computer and turns on Aaliyah’s Baby Baby Baby.
“Take off your clothes,” he says.
I continue dancing while shedding my clothes. Dante’s eyes travel up and down my naked body, taking in every bare part of me. But Marino’s eyes don’t leave my own. They look hurt, but also turned on.
“I know you like dancing for us,” he says. “Even if you didn’t think you would.”
I want to tell him he couldn’t be more right. That’s exactly what happened. I danced for them and fell in love with them.
But I don’t talk. I just dance as I’m told, now totally naked as both sets of eyes keep staring at me.
“And I know you only like dancing for us, not all of those guys out there,” Dante says, nodding towards the main floor where right now other dancers are on stage.
He’s right too. At first I enjoyed the power of many eyes looking at me, wanting me, paying me to dance for them. But as soon as I was with Dante and Marino, all I wanted to do was dance for them. So it’s a good thing they always wanted it that way too.
“Come here,” Marino says, his hand patting the desk on which Dante had just put the report I gave them.
I walk up to it and he bends me over the desk. Dante takes off his tie and ties my arms up to a chair on one side of the desk. Marino takes off his tie and ties one of my legs to the leg of the other side of the desk. And then Dante takes off his belt and ties my other leg to the other leg of the desk.
“Now we have you right where we want you,” Dante says.
He slaps my ass, which is sticking straight up in the air and exposed to them, as is my pussy.
“We have to punish you for what you did to us,” Marino says. “And wouldn’t you know, after we’ve gotten done tying you up, we still have one belt left.”
I hear the sound of his leather belt whisking out of his pants. He cracks it in the air.
“Are you willing to accept your punishment?” he asks.
I nod, bracing myself for the impending whip. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I feel a mixture of fear and excitement.
Whap.
Marino’s belt meets my ass and stings it hard.
“Ouch!” I cry, instinctively trying to reach back and touch the spot where the belt had hit me, which is no doubt turning red. But my hands are tied, so I end up just flinching.
“That’s a good girl,” Dante says. “Take your punishment like a champ.”
He walks over to me and hits me hard with his bare hand.
Slap.
My other ass cheek is stinging now, almost as badly as from the belt whip. Both Dante and Marino grab one of my ass cheeks and squeeze it.
“We’re going to make you sorry you ever came sniffing around here to snitch on us,” Dante says, as he pinches my ass cheek in the same spot where Marino had just hit it with a belt.
“Owww,” I cry out, barely able to take any more pain. “Please. Please be gentle.”
Dante says, “I believe I’m owed a piece of this ass.”
I grip the legs of the chair and feel my ass hole clenching tight.
“You can do that,” I tell him. “I already said you can do it any time. But please don’t be too rough.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Marino says, taking out his huge cock and sticking it into my mouth. “You’ll be a bit too busy being choked by my cock to pay attention to what Dante is doing to your ass.”
I do my best to suck on Marino’s cock but he’s jamming it down my throat hard and fast. It’s all I can do to keep from choking it.
Then Dante’s inside me just as hard and fast, fucking my ass and saying, “I’m claiming this as mine too. You’ll always be mine even though we can’t be together because you’re a fucking lying snitch.”
I have to admit that this hate fuck is really hot. And it almost sounds like Dante still loves me and wants to be with me. I refuse to give up hope, even as he’s shredding my ass hole with his cock.
I know he has every right to be mad at me. I’ve definitely done him wrong. I just hope he can realize how sorry I am and how much I wish I could take everything back.
Of course I still want to have met him and Marino. But under different circumstances. More honest ones.
Dante teases me by playing with my clit as he fucks my ass and I suck on Marino’s cock. But every time I get close to coming, he takes his hand away.
“You’re not allowed to come,” he tells me. “I’m never going to let you come again.”
He’s right, and probably even more so than he knows. If I can’t be with Dante and Marino I don’t want to be with anyone. And even if I try to be, it will probably be so dull compared to what I have with them.
He spanks me with the belt again while he thrusts his cock in and out of me. Meanwhile I’m deep throating Marino’s cock when he’s not taking it out and spanking my face with it.
I deserve this punishment. I even like this punishment, except for the part about not being allowed to come. It’s hot in a way that’s different from the lovey dovey stuff I’ve experienced with them. But I just hope they’ll let me have that with them again.
Dante brings me right to the edge of an orgasm but then stops.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please let me come.”
Suddenly it’s not hot any more. It’s not fun. It’s torture to want to come and not be able to. And to think that this is the last time they’ll fuck me.
I imagine my nights spent thinking about them and masturbating as my only form of release. My days spent trying to find a new job and forget about the fact that I was once in love with two men at the same time.
“I’m going to come in your ass now,” Dante says, grabbing my hips and pulling me back even further into him.
At the same time, Marino pulls my head closer, his cock engulfing my throat.
I’m being held tightly by both of them for the last time ever, and I cry out in a mixture
of pain, pleasure and sadness.
Dante comes in my ass while Marino comes in my mouth. They hold onto me— Dante onto my hips and Marino onto my ass— for a little longer than they need to, as if saying their final goodbye. And I can’t help myself. I start crying.
“You guys,” I say, looking up at Marino and then trying to turn back to look at Dante but not being able to get very far towards that goal, due to the restraints. “I’m so sorry. If you’ll just read what I—”
“No,” says Marino, shaking his head with a look of betrayal, disgust but also pleasure on his face. “You need to go now.”
They untie me and Dante picks me up off the desk and stands me upright. My ass cheek stings as I put my clothes on, from where they’d hit me with the belt. And my ass hole hurts from Dante fucking it so hard.
But nothing hurts as much as my heart. I had always known that if they found out, they would be done with me. I guess I should feel lucky to get one last hate fuck. Even though it turned out not to be very satisfying for me, I always enjoy bringing them pleasure.
I nod at them as I turn to go, but they’re barely looking at me. I suppose they can’t. They don’t want to let me know what I meant to them, even though I already do.
I leave the office and look around at The Fun House, which has changed me in ways I didn’t even know were imaginable. And then I walk out of it and into whatever lies ahead, now that I’m no longer part of the wonderful threesome that was Jessica, Marino and Dante.
Chapter 26 – Dante
“Fuck.”
I’m only just now reading what Jessica brought for us to read.
It’s her final committee report, in the form of a letter that has been stamped as hand delivered earlier today.
Dear Senator Santara,
Please accept this letter as my final report to the Senate Ethics Committee. After spending over a month in an undercover investigation of The Fun House and specifically its owners, Dante and Marino Rossi, I have found no evidence of any illegal or unethical activity. In fact I have found the Rossi brothers to be upstanding members of the community who are wrongly judged based on their chosen business, which, I may note, hires many employees.
I realize that this was not the intended result of this operation and that the Committee will not be pleased. Therefore I officially offer my resignation. I cannot be part of a witch hunt into fellow community members no matter what it might do for my career.
Sincerely,
Jessica Mason
“Holy shit,” Marino says, shaking his head as he stares at the report. “She didn’t go through with it after all.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell him, quickly heading off his train of thought because it’s clearly only going to places that are no good. “The fact is that she came here in the first place to rat on us, and she never informed us of that. We can’t continue on with someone that disloyal.”
“But she was clearly coming here to inform us of why she had originally come, and to tell us that she hadn’t gone through with it.”
“Marino, just stop giving her the benefit of the doubt.”
He slams his hands on the same desk on which we’d just had Jessica tied up. I can’t help but feel a little bad about that. Sure, she’d seemed into it. And I was glad we could have one last time together no matter how mad I’d been at her.
But now that I found out what she had really come here to tell us, I figure that such a harsh punishment wasn’t exactly necessary. I could have at least let her come.
“Do you ever forgive anyone?” Marino asks me, causing me to look up at him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“Well, I just forgave you of some pretty heinous things,” I tell him. “With Samantha? When you called multiple times and begged me to forgive you?”
“That’s not the same,” I quickly say. “You’re not in love with Samantha anymore. It had happened in the past. Jessica ripped my fucking heart out.”
He looks at me differently now, as if calling me on a bet.
“I knew it,” he says. “You really do love her.”
“I did love her,” I correct him. “But yes.”
“You’ve never loved anyone before,” he says. “Except for me, of course. And you can’t find it in your heart to forgive her? Even after she quit her job for you?”
“That’s the least she should have done.”
Now I’m punching the desk in anger. Why is he being so irrational? He’s supposed to be the brains of the operation and he’s trying to convince me to stay hung up on someone who is clearly disloyal.
Or is this just my fucking brain’s way of trying to disentangle my heart from hers? From theirs?
“She never should have come here to try to fuck with us,” I tell him. “That can’t be undone. Never.”
“You’d do anything to avoid risk when it comes to love, wouldn’t you?” Marino says.
He gets his coat.
“Where are you going?” I ask him.
“You might not want to forgive her, but I’m obviously better at that than you are,” he says.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Why are you being such an ass?”
“I’m just not letting her get away,” he says. “You can do what you want. For once I’m making my own decision.”
Part of me is mad at him but part of me is proud of him. My “little brother,” the closest thing to family that I’ve ever had, has finally grown up. And he’s forcing me to do something that I know is good for me but that I just didn’t want to admit.
“Fine,” I tell him. “But I still have a club to run.”
“You do that,” he says, on his way out the door. “I have a relationship to save. Or at least two-thirds of it.”
Chapter 27 – Marino
Fucking Dante. He’s always been so stubborn. He always has to be right.
But I’m not going to let him be right this time. Because that wouldn’t be good for him. I have to remember what’s important, and the good things we’ve found with Jessica. For my sake as well as Dante’s.
There are certain things in life that one never forgets. I will never forget when child protective services came to take Dante and me from the house we shared with our roommate mothers. I was so fucking scared, and Dante was all I had.
He held onto my hand and told me, “Don’t worry, I’m here with you.” And he kept his word, from then until now.
I will never forget the first time my mom went to jail, because she wrote me letters every day, apologizing for not being there for me in the past and promising to make it up to me in the future.
I believed her, but when she got out all she cared about was scoring and getting high. So I forget all the other times she went to jail and started the cycle all over again.
But I can’t forget the day my foster parents told me my mom had died of a drug overdose. I was thirteen and Dante had just gotten out of juvie. He was supposed to run some stolen goods to a connection he had made while he was in there, but he told me he wasn’t going to do it so that he could make sure to be able to come to my mom’s funeral with me.
And he kept his word. Because he was more of a parent than any I’d ever had. I don’t remember what color dress my mom was buried in. Or what kind of bullshit the minister spewed. I’m sure it had something to do with her being a loving but struggling young single mother, and about her finding peace and forgiveness in the afterlife.
All of that is a blur. But I do remember Dante’s presence by my side, just like always.
“Don’t worry, I’m here with you.”
He had his arm around me the whole time. He came up to her casket with me and then to her gravesite.
I hated her at the time. But since then I made my own peace with it. I forgave her. I went back to the gravesite without him and told her so.
Dante didn’t approve. But he had given me the strength to do it and he still doesn’t know to this day how good of a decision it was
, how much it freed me.
I don’t think he’s ever forgiven his own mother or made peace with her, and as far as I know she’s still alive. But that is his decision to make, whereas I had to make what little decision I could when it came to what to do about my mom, who wasn’t even alive anymore. So I forgave her.
That was the first thing I’d done in my life that he didn’t approve of, but I’m glad I did it. And this is going to be the second.
Another thing I won’t forget is the first time I saw Jessica. How I was blown away by her unique mix of innocence and sexiness. Even now, knowing what she had come for, I still feel amazed when I look back at that night.
I guess part of me had known it was too good to be true. And yet I had wanted it to be true so badly that I ignored any warning signs. The funny thing is, it really has come true. And I don’t want it to end.
I can’t forget the look on Jessica’s face as she comes for me. For us. Her beautiful brown eyes and her sexy curves. Her happy laugh and her lovely seductive dance.
There’s no way I can let her out of my life. That would just be letting Samantha win. I thought I loved Samantha but now I fucking know what true love is, and it’s Jessica.
Jessica didn’t have to write that letter. She didn’t have to come tell us what was going on and what she had decided to do to make it right. She could have escaped back into her regular life and probably taken us down as well.
She would have really advanced her political career. But she’d sacrificed it for me. And for Dante. For the three of us all together. It couldn’t have been an easy choice to make, knowing how different Jessica’s background is from ours. And yet she still chose us.
I know what I’m going to do to make things right. To be back with Jessica. I just hope that Dante will get on board with it.
It’s about time he started listening to what his “little brother” decides to do. Just like he told me he would when I was mad at him and he wanted me to forgive him. And I did, because true love forgives.
True love starts fresh and builds new, even after mistakes have left near destruction in its path. True love can fucking conquer any obstacle. And I have some fucking conquering to do.
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