Secrets & Sin (Surrender to Them 3)

I lay in my own filth with saturated sheets underneath me, but I no longer cared. The afterglow of my orgasm made me calm and relaxed. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to go after the fantasy and bring those thoughts into the real world, but there was no harm in imagining it. Shane and Dante were definitely going to be in my dreams when my eyes finally closed. First, my heart had to stop racing. It felt strange to have it still beating against my chest when all of my muscles were relaxed, but it hadn’t slowed down yet. I decided that I wasn’t going to move from that spot, no matter how filthy I was. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and tossed it over my naked body, taking away the chill that had manifested once my feverish lust was satisfied.

I wonder what kind of things they would really do to a naughty cheerleader?

7

Shane

“She’s not coming back. You’re wasting your time.” I walked over and watched as Dante moved furniture around.

“I’m going to follow the Field of Dreams philosophy.” He wiped sweat from his brow and looked at me. “If you build it, they will cum.”

“You saw how fast she ran out of here. She’s not like those girls we banged in college. They got off on the idea and loved it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Brianna is still a virgin.” I lifted my glass

of tea and took a sip.

“Even virgins have desires.” Dante turned and looked around the room.

“Yeah, but those desires don’t usually involve losing it to two guys in their twisted Halloween Funhouse.” I chuckled and sipped my tea again.

“You didn’t call them twisted when we were doing them in college.” Dante looked back at me and smirked. “You also helped—which made the process go a lot faster.”

“One of us has to work on the house. If anything, this is just impeding progress because you’re taking up space where we could be working.” I shrugged and sighed. “But this is your house too, so if you want to waste your time, go ahead.”

“Does that mean I get her all to myself if she does show up? That only seems fair if I’m the one doing all the work on the Funhouse.” Dante leaned to the side. “I still have several rooms to set up.”

“Not a chance, buddy.” I chuckled and walked towards the living room where I had been working most of the morning.

I would never admit it to Dante, but I had been thinking about Brianna since she left. It wasn’t just about sex, although she was definitely desirable. I actually liked her. I didn’t know enough about her to figure out if it could develop into more than fascination. I liked the way her face lit up when she talked, the way her eyes sparkled, and her smile—it was amazing. She was smart too, and she knew how to wield that intelligence through sarcasm. It was a rare trait, and I was pretty sure she would be a lot of fun to hang out with on a regular basis. She definitely wasn’t like the girls we went through in college, and she was the polar opposite of my ex-wife. I wished I had met a girl like her when I was feeling that need to get married and settle down.

“I found something interesting in the… I don’t know, third living room?” Dante walked in with a metal box in his hand.

“Where did you find that?” I stopped working and got to my feet.

“I think the old owners left it behind.” He sat down and opened it. “It fell behind one of the bookshelves, so I guess the looters never stumbled across it.”

Inside the box was an old journal with a stack of black and white photographs. All of the photographs were of the town, the house when it was still new, and a few that appeared to be the original family. The journal was hard to read, and the writing was faded, but from what we could tell, it belonged to a young woman named Abigail Herrington. She was a teenager who was forced to marry the original owner due to some sort of family debt. Her family owed Mr. Herrington money, and even though she was half his age, he took her as payment. From the best we could determine, the marriage took place shortly after her eighteenth birthday.

“Wow, this is wild. She spent five pages describing what happened on their wedding night.” Dante chuckled and flipped the page. “Have you ever heard an asshole called the husband hole?”

“No way, tell me you’re joking.” My face twisted into a grin and I laughed.

“Apparently this Mr. Herrington dude decided that every hole belonged to him on the night she shared his marriage bed.” Dante flipped to the next page.

“Shared his marriage bed? Now you’re even talking like her.” I leaned back and shook my head.

“Oh—okay, now it’s getting interesting.” Dante held the book closer, tracing the lines with his finger.

“More interesting than a husband hole?” I tilted my head to the side and reached for my iced tea.

“Yeah, apparently she decided that she wasn’t going to give him sex one night because he was mean to her.” Dante flipped to the next page. “And he took her to the basement so that he could—as she puts it, thrash her hide.”

“Sounds like Mr. Herrington was a bit kinky.” I sipped my iced tea and held it in my hand. “Although I’m sure his wife didn’t like having her ass whipped.”

“Not at first, but it doesn’t sound like she entirely hated it.” Dante flipped a few more pages, and then stopped. “Ah, here she writes about having her bare buttocks reddened for being late from the market—and mentions taking a detour next time to be even later.”

“I guess she was into it.” I chuckled and nodded. “Sounds like Brianna might not be the first naturally submissive girl in Bakersfield.”

“I guess not.” Dante flipped through several pages that appeared to be smudged and hard to read. “Hmm, this one mentions something about her parents visiting and almost finding the secret room in the basement.”