Naughty Girl: A Dark Mafia Menage Romance

by Alta Hensley

  “Would you like to go to the kitchen and get something to eat?” he asked. “I think you’ve earned that comfort item.”

  I nodded.

  He grabbed my arm and led me out of the room, down the staircase, and through a door to the left. Entering the kitchen, I saw Stefano sitting at the table. The kitchen was dimly lit, so the shadows emitting from Stefano’s figure were all the more pronounced. When he looked up, he scowled seeing me walking beside his brother.

  “What is she doing out of her room?” he asked.

  “She’s hungry,” Thomas replied as he pulled out a chair and forced me to sit down across from Stefano. I hissed as the pressure of sitting seemed to lodge the plug even further inside of my ass. “I didn’t feel like going back and forth with a tray.”

  “Feed her and then send her back to her room,” Stefano commanded as he stood to leave the kitchen. “She didn’t come anywhere near earning a comfort item with her behavior tonight.” It was as if the sight of me made the man sick.

  I almost asked for my handcuffs to be removed so I could eat, but the look on Stefano’s face kept me quiet. Thomas was correct. I needed to allow the man to cool down. Eating with handcuffs would be interesting, but I would rather face that than Stefano’s wrath.

  Thomas walked over to the refrigerator and started pulling out the fixings to make a sandwich. It felt as if I hadn’t had a meal in days. My mouth watered as he put the plate with a turkey sandwich in front of me.

  “Stefano and I aren’t really cooks. We’re too busy. But we’re bringing in our cook from our Naples estate to help with that. She’ll be here by tonight. The meal quality will go up.”

  The fact that he felt he had to justify or explain the sandwich made me smile. At least it was an ounce of kindness. In fact, Thomas had been quite loving in many ways, as insane as that was. I wondered if that was how the twins worked. One bad guy, one good guy. I didn’t think Thomas was always the good guy. I could tell that much in just what I had already seen. But maybe that was why the brothers were so powerful. They knew how to offset each other. The yin and yang kept their power grounded and never out of control.

  “Thank you very much. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. This actually is perfect.”

  He nodded and returned my smile. He walked over to a bottle of booze and poured himself a drink. “Hurry and eat. It’s late, and I want to get to bed.”

  “I appreciate this.”

  He took a long sip of his alcohol before stating, “Don’t misread this. I’m not a kind person. Kindness gets you nowhere in the world we live.”

  Ignoring his words for now, I ate bite after bite of pure joy. I temporarily forgot that I was nothing but a captive cuffed, plugged, and captured. For now, I ate.

  If I was going to survive this, I had to live one day at a time. One hour, one minute. I couldn’t think about what would come next or risk going completely mad. One day, one hour, one minute... my new life. It was my only choice.

  Chapter Eight

  Stefano

  “You growing soft on me, bro?” I asked as I stood with my arms crossed against my chest as I watched the security monitors. Thomas had just escorted Hailey back to her room, and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

  “You can be a real ass, you know that?” Thomas said as he fully entered the room and took a seat in front of the screen, propping his feet up on the table. He was settling in as we both did in the evening. Our television viewing before bed had become Hailey.

  Fucking Hailey had already consumed far more of our time and our minds than planned.

  “Better than be a pussy,” I countered.

  “You took that too far. Did you see her eyes? There was real fear there.” Thomas didn’t look at me when he spoke. He just stared at Hailey. “She didn’t deserve to feel the way she did.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? She fucking deserved it. She pissed in front of me. Pissed!” I began pacing the room, hating that I was still angry over her action. No one person should control any emotion of mine for so long.

  “Yeah, well, I cleaned it up. No big deal.” He leaned back in his chair and entwined his fingers behind his head. “I got her calmed down, but you’re wrong, bro. Sorry to tell ya.”

  “It is a big deal! Our goal is to train her to be submissive. To teach her to never cross us. And here she was squatting right in front of me in defiance. And you’re more concerned about the fear in her eyes? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “There’s a difference between discipline and cruelty, and you know it. We have to break her in slowly. You can’t just go in full force and scare the hell out of her like that.”

  “Did I hit her? No. Did I lose my shit? No. So, I think I handled that just fine.” I sat down beside him and clenched my jaw as I watched Hailey settle down and curl up on her single blanket. “And I don’t appreciate you criticizing what I do to her. Unless you want me to question every single thing you do to her as well. You do you. I’ll do me.”

  “Fine, bro. You do you,” Thomas said with a shrug.

  I stood up, too angry to just sit and watch the woman who got my blood boiling. “Yeah... I’ll do me. Stay out of it.”

  “Just remember that this woman will soon be carrying our baby. Our father never treated our mother that way.”

  It took all my might to not knock my brother right out of his chair. “She isn’t our goddamned mother. She’s not our wife. She’s nothing to us. This is a woman who squealed to the cops about us and tried to have us put behind bars for the rest of our lives. Have you forgotten that?”

  “She still deserves some respect and some compassion,” Thomas said.

  “How much respect are you giving her as you take a belt to her ass?” I snapped back.

  “You have a good point,” Thomas said, clearly taking in my words.

  “You would have lost your shit if you had been in my shoes,” I said between clenched teeth. “So, go fuck yourself and your judgement.”

  Thomas threw up his hands in defeat. “All right, man. Chill out. I’m sorry I got you all worked up. We’re on the same page, and I got your back. Always.”

  I was fucking livid. But I felt badly too. She was afraid. She had been terrified. Truly terrified, and I was the sole cause of it. Shit.

  Yes, we punished her, but it was different. Her pussy dripped with every erotic spank or demand of a submissive act. The cuffs and plug were different. She wasn’t wet. There was no arousal. She was just a scared little girl with some deep-rooted demons attacking, and I allowed it. For some reason I wanted to protect her from that all.

  Wait. No. Stop this fucking madness.

  Fuck this confusion. Fuck Hailey and even Thomas for making my emotions run crazy. This wasn’t me. Order and structure. Black and white. Confusion was not an emotion I battled.

  Enough was enough.

  I needed to handle this.

  I had to take control.

  * * *

  Hailey

  Finding a way to sleep on the floor with nothing but a blanket comfortably with the plug and handcuffs still so tight against my flesh wasn’t easy, but I knew I had to learn how to accept it, or risk having continual panic attacks, which couldn’t be an option any longer. I needed to be strong. I had to find strength to survive. I had to. Finding my own internal peace would be the only thing to get me through this ordeal.

  It had been about an hour or so since Thomas escorted me back to the room, and I decided to take the time to really accept my surroundings and absorb them into my soul. If I could come to terms and welcome my new situation, I would be all right. I didn’t know for sure what was in store for me with the brothers, but I had to deal with the moment. My new strength would be in not worrying about tomorrow but rather focus on today. Today, my concentration would be on breathing and comfort. Finding comfort. Rather than seeing this room as a cell, I needed to change my opinion and see it as my haven. Trick my mind, and trick my
soul. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  And it would be better than prison.

  Even though I had told the brothers I would go to jail for them, I didn’t want that. True prison would be awful. There would be no chance to earn... comforts.

  If I was a good girl.

  Not a naughty girl.

  I could maybe be the mafia queen who was pampered by her kings. Was that even a possibility? If I had their heir, would they feel they owed me respect and treat me better than now? Maybe I could work this toward my advantage. Maybe a baby was the key to my happiness. Because the truth of the matter was that anything was better than death, and I could see how maybe this entire nightmare in the manor could be better than prison.

  If I could earn their forgiveness and make them forget about my betrayal, there was a chance for me to have a somewhat normal life.

  But having a baby?

  I had always wanted to have children someday. This was far from how I wanted to conceive one, of course, but I wasn’t against having a baby. Yes, I wanted love, a husband, and the normal path of creating a family, but I also gave up normal when I decided to work for a mafia family and break the law daily as I helped cook the books.

  When the door to my room opened, I was surprised that one of the brothers had returned so quickly. Sitting up to face one of them, my heart stopped when I saw that it was Stefano who marched into the room.

  “Do not ever try to appeal to my brother’s kindness again!” he bellowed out, stomping straight toward me. “Neither one of us allow the other to be played. What one of us says goes. You never will be able to play us against each other. You will never be able to divide us.”

  “That wasn’t my intent,” I stammered, feeling my gut clench as I scurried back toward the farthest corner of the room, terrified at the fury I saw in Stefano’s eyes. Thomas must have spoken to him about my complete meltdown. Either that, or Stefano replayed the video from the cameras in the room.

  Nothing was private.

  Nothing.

  He bolted in my direction and reached out, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling me mere inches from his face. “Do you really think that there would be no consequences for acting like a damn animal and pissing in front of me? You’re lucky that I didn’t discipline you right then and there. You’re lucky I controlled my anger and waited so I could deal with you once I was fully calm.”

  “I’m sorry,” I offered weakly. The sting from my hair being yanked by the man caused tears to well in my eyes. “I won’t try to get in between your brother and you again.”

  He tugged my hair harder, forcing my head to go back so I had to stare into his black eyes. My body nude and awkwardly posed—so exposed. “And you are right. I’m embarrassed by my behavior. I shouldn’t have... peed... I’m embarrassed.”

  And I meant it. I hated that I had done that. Regardless of how angry I was, I was still a lady and would never had done such a thing in real life.

  Regardless of me feeling like a trapped animal in a cage, I didn’t need to behave as such.

  “And what do you feel should be the consequence for such a dirty act?”

  “A spanking.” The words shot past my lips like a bullet before I had time to think them through. Before I had time to really think what would come from my answer. But I desperately wanted to repent in Stefano’s eyes. I didn’t like seeing him this angry with me. I wanted it to go away. Oddly enough, I didn’t want to disappoint him any longer.

  Stefano’s eyes darkened, and his lips set in a thin, firm line.

  “At least a naughty girl understands,” he growled.

  I wanted to apologize. I wanted to plead for compassion. I wanted to reach into the depths of his evil and pull out even an ounce of humanity. But he was right. I had been naughty. And no, I hadn’t expected to get away with it. In fact, I had found it surprising he hadn’t removed his belt right then and there and whipped me as the pee dribbled down my leg. I had expected his fury and hadn’t received it.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to the handcuffs. “Don’t make me use these again,” he said as he removed them.

  It was like a vise had been released from my neck as he did so. I could suddenly breathe so much easier.

  Without wasting another second, Stefano ordered, “Go stand in the corner, hands hooked behind your head, and spread your legs wide.”

  I could try to run out of the room. But he would catch me.

  I could try to fight him off now that my hands were free, even though I knew it was pointless. He was bigger. Stronger. Stefano would get his way regardless of how hard I struggled.

  Good girl versus naughty girl.

  The choice was mine.

  Placing my hands behind my head, I walked toward the corner. At least I wouldn’t have to see him as I took the punishment. I wouldn’t have to see his dark eyes of disapproval. Maybe he would just fuck me, and we could start the babymaking process. At least then, we would be moving forward instead of me in the limbo of hell.

  “Legs spread,” he reminded as I waited with my face inches from the wall.

  I took a deep breath, and did as he ordered, feeling the plug move inside of me as I did so. I wondered if Thomas was watching through a monitor. Did he feel bad for me, or did he feel this was deserved? If I had squatted in front of him and pissed, I was pretty sure Thomas would be acting the same as Stefano.

  Walking up to me, he ran his fingertips along the base of the plug. “Has this stretched you? Does it hurt?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer his question. If I admitted that it still did, regardless that Thomas was able to calm me down and relaxing made me accept the implement much more, would he only tighten it more to torture me further?

  “Yes,” I admitted. “It’s big and heavy.”

  Without pause, Stefano spread my cheeks and pulled the plug out of me, which nearly hurt as much coming out as it did going in. “I’m a fair man. I may be cruel and heartless at times, but I am fair.” I heard the heavy metal as it was tossed to the floor.

  I took a deep breath as if I could finally breathe freely. I hadn’t expected mercy from Stefano, but I was all the more grateful.

  “Thank you,” I said. I was tempted to rub my ass just to feel the sensation of normal again but thought better of it. I remained in position in fear that Stefano would change his mind.

  “Don’t think this means you can get away with anything when it comes to me or my brother. Don’t take advantage of my momentary softness. It’s very momentary.”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “But we must replace that punishment with a new one.”

  I swallowed hard, staring ahead at the corner, feeling Stefano’s breath against my neck.

  “And when I’m done, you may wish for the plug instead.”

  Without warning, Stefano placed his finger at the entrance of my pussy and pressed firmly inside. The invasion had me tensing and gasping but I refused to break position.

  “I have to be honest with you, naughty girl. I’ve never had another woman respond to me in the way you do. I love how wet you get for me and with little effort on my part.” He pumped his finger in and out as he spoke, and all I could do was close my eyes and bite back the moan that wanted to break free.

  He should be wrong. I shouldn’t be aroused. I shouldn’t be wet. Stefano should be wrong, but he wasn’t.

  The building orgasm told me just how right he was.

  “I can tell just how easily I could make you come right now simply by finger-fucking you,” he said, his breath hot against my face.

  As his fingers slid out of me, I struggled not to whimper in need. He moved his two slick fingers from my pussy to my anus.

  “My brother and I both plan to fuck this tight little ass of yours. But like I just said, I’m a fair man. I have no desire to cause permanent damage or to make you scream in agony. The only screams we want to hear will be screams of pleasure as we fuck both holes at the same time.” He pressed a fin
ger past my tight opening. “So, I’m going to stretch this hole of yours. I will train your asshole to willingly take our cocks.”

  I shook my head though I knew deep down it would do no good. He pumped his finger a few times, moving it side to side to stretch me further.

  “Some anal discipline for my naughty girl.” I started to close my legs only to hear, “Stay in position or it won’t just be fingers stretching you.”

  I opened my legs even wider in hopes that he would reward me by feeling he had stretched me enough.

  I was wrong.

  “That’s one finger inside of you.” I felt his hand move and more pressure added. “This is two fingers.”

  I gasped as I opened my eyes wide in shock. The biting sting was too much. My hole wouldn’t be able to take both fingers without...

  “Deep breath,” he said as he lowered his lips to my neck and kissed. When I didn’t do as he asked, he kissed my neck again. “This will be easier if you relax. I’m not going to stop until this ass of yours is properly punished and trained to accept something much bigger than just two fingers.” He kissed behind my ear, only heightening the confusing emotions and feelings ravaging my body.

  He worked his two fingers in and out, in and out, in and out. I whimpered as he went deeper, and I cried out when he spread them apart, opening me for further invasion.

  My knees threatened to buckle, and my hands could barely remain behind my head. With every thrust of his fingers, my body seemed to be melting in place.

  “Have you ever had a cock in this ass of yours?”

  I shook my head. I knew he wanted a respectful no, sir but I could barely breathe let alone speak.

  “I can tell. This little hole is virginal, but not for long.”

  He pulled his fingers out all the way, but only to push them back in, triggering all the sensitive nerves of my opening once again.

  “Can you imagine my cock buried inside your ass?” he asked as he thrust hard enough that I raised up on my tiptoes.

  “Yes, sir,” I barely whispered. I could picture his penetration vividly. It not only terrified me but excited me.