Secrets & Sin: A MFM Romance

by Callahan, Kelli

  “We’re not done with you yet.” Shane teased my tired arms with his fingertips. “The next room is the best one of all.”

  No, please—my body is destroyed. I might die if they want more.

  16

  Dante

  Shane stood and I cradled Brianna in my arms. She was conscious, but stuck in a state that barely resembled it. I lifted her off the ground gently and carried her to the next room. It was much different than the others. There were no decorations except for the bed in the middle of the room. I placed Brianna on the mattress and took a step back. She was absolutely gorgeous, the afterglow of her orgasm still glistening on her body. Shane walked in behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed. He let his fingers trace her skin, and when there was no reaction, I knew that our Funhouse was going to be at an intermission until she recovered. I motioned for Shane and he followed me back downstairs to the living room.

  “Fuck man, that went a lot further than you designed her teacher experience to go.” Shane walked into the kitchen and returned with two beers.

  “Sometimes you have to improvise. It was hot as fuck seeing her come into her own like that, but she wasn’t ready for that kind of power.” I chuckled and took my beer.

  “She’s going to be fucking dangerous.” Shane twisted the top off his beer and took a sip. “Any man that ends up in her bed after us is going to be in trouble.”

  “Yeah, so about that….” I exhaled sharply and took a seat. “What if this Funhouse didn’t have to end?”

  “Wait a minute, is the big bad Dante starting to develop feelings for his prey?” Shane raised his eyebrows and sat down across from me.

  “A woman like her—she’s not just special, man. She’s incredible. She’s everything we used to talk about in college.” I shook my head in disbelief. “The perfect girl who can embrace submission, but is strong enough to wrap us around her finger.”

  “It just makes breaking her that much sweeter.” Shane nodded and sipped his beer again. “That’s the kind of girl that you can enjoy breaking every single night.”

  “The kind that doesn’t get needy or annoying. That’s why I’ve struggled to ever find someone I could settle down with. Submissive women are great, but once they learn to rely on you, they can’t figure out how to get up off their knees.”

  “I thought that was what you wanted.” Shane laughed and shook his head. “I thought I was the one that wanted a woman strong enough to be my equal.”

  “There’s a time and place for everything.” I lifted my beer to my lips and let it fill my mouth before swallowing. “Brianna understands that. Maybe it’s because her submissive nature was buried long enough for her to figure out who she was without it before she tasted it for the first time—I don’t know. I just can’t let a woman like that walk through that door and never come back.”

  “So what do we do, tie her up and keep her in the secret room?” Shane chuckled and shrugged. “I’m sure someone would miss her.”

  “That’s enticing, but definitely not what I want. It has to be her choice.” I nodded and sighed. “If it’s just one night, and that’s all we get, then we have to respect her choices.”

  “This is going to make me sounds like a fucking pussy, but I… really just want to talk to her. Like, sit down and have a conversation. We learned a little bit about her when she visited us last time, but not much.” Shane leaned back and sipped his beer.

  “Nah, it doesn’t make you sound like a pussy. I kind of feel the same way. We sort of combined the last two rooms together, anyway. She wasn’t supposed to have both of us inside her until the final room.” I finished my beer and put the empty bottle down. “Maybe we’ll just let her rest.”

  “I’m pretty tired myself.” Shane put down his beer and yawned. “The adrenaline is starting to wear off.”

  “Fuck it, let’s just go upstairs and make sure nobody’s going to send a search party if she accidentally stays the night.” I pushed up from my chair and walked towards the stairs.

  I had alarm bells going off in my head as I ascended the stairs. I didn’t fall for women. I used them for my own desires, let them taste their own, and then sent them on their way. Anything beyond that was just too fucking complicated. I thought Shane’s decision to get married was a sign of weakness—committing to one woman. I might have been right about her not being the right one for him, but perhaps my views were twisted because of my experiences. I chased lust instead of love, so it was no surprise that I didn’t exactly end up with the kind of woman I could see myself building a future with. I certainly wasn’t going to find it if I kept on my current path, but Brianna had been one hell of a detour. A woman like that deserved to be cherished, and when you found one, you sure as fuck couldn’t give her up without a fight.

  “Are you awake?” I peered into Brianna’s room and saw her move when I spoke.

  “Barely—how long was I out?” She turned over on the bed and grimaced. “Ow, apparently just long enough for my muscles to tighten up.”

  “Yeah, they do that after the workout you received.” I chuckled and walked over to the bed with Shane behind me.

  “If you’re here for the next round, you might have waited too long. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” Brianna grimaced when she tried to sit up.

  “Two trucks, actually.” Shane flexed his bicep and laughed.

  “I wanted to make sure nobody was going to panic if you didn’t make it home at a reasonable hour.” I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her hip. “This Funhouse has ran a little later than I expected.”

  “No, I told my parents that I was spending the night with Jackie. They’re probably fast asleep, anyway. Why, are you trying to kick me out?” Brianna raised her eyebrows in concern.

  “That’s the furthest thing from our mind.” Shane climbed into the bed and dropped down beside Brianna. “Do you want something to drink?”

  “My throat is pretty freaking parched.” Brianna nodded.

  I went downstairs and poured a glass of iced tea for Brianna and grabbed a couple of beers. I was getting pretty tired, just like Shane, but if we were going to spend a while talking, I needed something to keep me going a little longer. I grabbed a bag of Halloween candy too, and picked up Brianna’s pumpkin. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep all of her naughty cheerleader props, so I just dumped the candy in on top of them. When I got back to the top of the stairs, Shane had his arm around Brianna and she was cuddled next to him. It was a beautiful sight. I never thought I would meet a woman that the two of us got so attached to—especially that quick, but I wasn’t stupid enough to look past the perfection in front of me.

  “I brought some candy too, if either of you want some.” I dropped the plastic pumpkin on the bed and handed Brianna her iced tea.

  “Damn, that’s so good.” Brianna sipped the iced tea and smiled. “You have to tell me how you make this.”

  “Where I’m from they call it sweet tea.” Shane grinned and nodded.

  “Ah, I thought I recognized an accent.” Brianna nodded and let the glass rest against her lips again.

  “Yep, born and raised in a little town called Dahlonega, Georgia. It’s barely on the map.” He chuckled and twisted the top off his beer as he sat up.

  “What about you?” Brianna turned her attention to me.

  “California, but it’s hard to call one city my home. My parents were hippies one week and gypsies the next.” I shrugged and sipped my beer. “They sold arts and crafts, or at least that’s what the front was. My dad was mostly just peddling weed out of the back of his van.”

  “I guess that explains why you’re an artist.” Brianna giggled and dug into the candy and finally found a piece she liked.

  We spent hours talking about our lives and genuinely getting to know each other. Brianna talked about her scholarship, the internship she had lined up once she got to my home state, and her aspirations to become a writer. Shane and Brianna had a few interesting stories about sma
ll town life that were rather similar, despite growing up in completely different cultures. My stories didn’t really compare. The only reason I ended up getting away from the life my parents led was because my grandmother paid for me to go to college. If it hadn’t been for that, I would have probably ended up living my life in the back of a van as well, trying to sell my artwork on the streets.

  I was surprised that it was so easy to talk to Brianna. She truly was remarkable.

  “What is the final room in this Funhouse supposed to be, anyway?” Brianna leaned over and tilted her pumpkin. “Do I need to find something else to be naughty with?”

  “You kind of ruined the last room.” I shook my head and chuckled. “It was supposed to be the first time you were with both of us at the same time, but you pushed that one ahead of schedule.”

  “The locker room didn’t count?” Brianna raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

  “Did it feel like the locker room when both of us were inside you at the same time?” I leaned forward and put my hand on her leg. “Maybe you need a reminder.”

  “Definitely different!” She nodded quickly.

  “Since the Funhouse has kind of reached a conclusion, how was everything for you? Was there anything that you didn’t like?” Shane leaned over and kissed Brianna’s shoulder, working his way up to her neck. “I can kick Dante’s ass if he hurt you too bad.”

  “You can try.” I narrowed my eyes and growled under my breath.

  “No, everything was great. I didn’t think I would enjoy that kind of stuff, but I learned a lot about myself tonight.” She let out a light moan when his lips teased her neck. “I mean, the paddling could have been harder.”

  “Told you.” I lifted my beer and chuckled.

  “Maybe you need another trip to the principal’s office then.” Shane ran his hand down her ribs and squeezed her ass.

  “No, you had your chance.” She shuddered from his touch and giggled. “Besides, you weren’t the only one that went easy on me.”

  “Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “I thought I gave you a pretty hard spanking—even if I did hold back.”

  “It was okay.” She shrugged and giggled again. “I thought all of my naughty behavior would have gotten me in a lot more trouble.”

  “You were certainly squirming around and swearing that you were going to be a good girl before I got done with you.” I narrowed my eyes and growled under my breath.

  “I didn’t say that the spanking didn’t hurt, I just thought I would be over your knee a lot longer than I was.” She leaned back on the bed and pulled Shane down with her. “Is the Funhouse really over, or am I going to go to bed all hot and bothered? All of this talk has gotten me wet again.”

  I didn’t need another invitation. If the time we spent talking had given her time to recover, I was definitely up for another round. Shane was already rolling on top of her before I got into bed, so I worked on her neck and tits while he enjoyed the prize between her legs. I was pretty sure she couldn’t take another session with both of us inside her, even if she was hot, so we just took turns satisfying her craving and chasing our own. I was exhausted by the time it was over, and Brianna was already dozing. I turned out the light and slept on one side of her with Shane on the other. It felt perfect having her there between us. My mind spun with thoughts of it lasting longer than one night, but I had no idea what the morning would bring. I just hoped it didn’t come with any regret on her part.

  17

  Brianna

  I woke up with two incredibly hot men on either side of me. It took me a moment to remember where I was as I pulled myself from the depths of sleep. They didn’t even move when I sat up in bed. I crawled to the edge of the bed and headed to the bathroom so I could clean myself up. The work they had done on Overlook Mansion was impressive, but the bathroom didn’t appear to be one area that had gotten very much attention. After I put my costume back on, I wandered around the upstairs, taking in the parts of the past that had been covered in dust. The only rooms that appeared to be touched were the ones that Dante used for his Funhouse activities. They definitely had a ways to go, which meant they would be in Bakersfield for a while.

  Am I foolish to wonder if we could have a few more nights like last night before they finish up here or I end up leaving for California?

  I didn’t come to Overlook Mansion to fall for Dante and Shane. It was supposed to be a night I would never forget and an end to my innocence. I got that, but there were so many desires flourishing inside me that it was hard to imagine going home and being the same girl I was before I met them. I grabbed my cell phone and walked downstairs as I stared at the screen. I had a number of frantic messages from Jackie, but she seemed to have given up in the middle of the night. I typed a quick reply to let her know that I was okay and I would fill her in later. There was a lot I would never be able to share with anyone, even my best friend, but I wasn’t going to completely hide from what I had done.

  Hmm, what’s this?

  I poured a glass of iced tea and picked up an old book that was laying on the counter. Based on the age and the binding, I assumed it must have been something they found in the house. I walked into the living room and sat down before opening it up. I was surprised to find that it was handwritten, and as I turned the pages, I realized it was someone’s diary. I was immediately captivated by the story of Abigail Herrington, who had apparently lived in the house at some point. As the pages turned, I read about her forced marriage, the punishments she got from her husband, and to my surprise—how much they turned her on. I was still flipping the pages when I heard footsteps on the stairs, and when I looked up to see Dante and Shane, I realized I had been reading for a while.

  “Uh oh, somebody found your secret journal, Dante.” Shane chuckled and pointed at me.

  “I hope it’s okay that I read it. I was curious and next thing you know, I got lost in her story.” I closed the diary as Dante walked over and sat down.

  “Yeah, it came with the house.” Dante shrugged and tilted his head. “How far did you get?”

  “A couple of years.” I looked down at the diary and nodded. “Does it get better?”

  “It gets… interesting. I guess you got far enough to read about the things she did when he was at work.” Dante chuckled and smirked.

  “She was quite graphic.” I raised my eyebrows and nodded. “Hard to believe this thing survived in the house as long as it did. I’m pretty sure this place gets its fair share of looters.”

  “It was in a metal box behind a cabinet, so maybe it got knocked off at some point.” Dante shrugged again. “It must not have been very important if she left it behind.”

  “Would you mind if I kept this for a couple of days? I’d like to do some research on Abigail Herrington.” I tapped the book.

  “You just want to read it in the privacy of your own bedroom.” Shane walked in with a cup of coffee.

  “Maybe.” I giggled and nodded.

  “I’ll let you hang onto it under one condition—it has to return to this house every twenty-four hours.” A smile slowly spread across Dante’s lips. “You too, of course.”

  “So I have to bring it back tomorrow?” I narrowed my eyes and nodded in understanding. “I think that is an acceptable agreement.”

  “Don’t make us have to hunt you down.” Shane chuckled and sipped his coffee.

  I spent some more time with Dante and Shane before I decided that I should head home. The journal was my ticket for another trip to their Funhouse, even if it wasn’t Halloween. I thought about them as I drove down the road that led me away from Overlook Mansion. All of the dirty, filthy things they did to me the night before played in my head. Thinking about it made me want more—so much so that I almost turned the car around before I reached Main Street. I quickly put my old costume on over the cheerleader outfit when I got close to my house, and pulled into the driveway to find that my father had already left for work. My mother didn’t say much as I rushed i
nside and headed upstairs to shower and get ready for school. My cover story was safe, at least with them.

  Now I have to face Jackie, and that’s not going to be an easy conversation.

  * * *

  “You what? Please tell me that you’re just fucking around.” Jackie’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head once I told her where I spent Halloween night.

  “I’m not messing with you at all.” I shook my head back and forth. “It really happened. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

  “Your parents are going to ground you for the rest of your life!” Jackie stared at me in disbelief.

  “They’re not going to ground me, Jackie. I’m not a kid.” I blinked and dismissed what she said with a wave of her hand.

  “Really? Why did you have to lie about it, then? I don’t mind covering for you, but what you did was dangerous.” She scooted to the edge of the bed.

  “Like you’ve never lied to your parents when you were going out to do something they wouldn’t approve of.” I folded my arms across my chest and glared at her.

  “That’s different and you know it.” She exhaled sharply. “Okay fine, I’m dying to know the details. How was it?”

  I left out a lot of the details, but I couldn’t hold back everything. We giggled like schoolgirls as I described my awful costume, going to Overlook Mansion, and getting to visit my own personal Funhouse. Even though she scolded me for my actions originally, she was quite intrigued by the concept. I could even see a hint of jealousy in her eyes. By the end of the conversation, she was no longer as angry as she was originally. It felt good to talk about it, even if I couldn’t delve into the darker parts of what I had done. Saying it out loud made it feel a little more real than it did when it tumbled around in my head.

  “I guess that means you’re going back.” Jackie looked over at the old journal.