Secrets & Sin (Surrender to Them 3)

smiled wider as we walked up to where Dante was standing.

“That’s nothing new.” I smiled and shook my head as they led me down the hallway.

Dante and Shane led me to one of the bedrooms that hadn’t been renovated or even touched when I spent the night in their funhouse. It didn’t look particularly interesting. The bed hadn’t fared as well as some of the others, and it looked like it needed more than a new mattress. There was a dresser with drawers open and a couple of them appeared to be broken. Any valuables that had been inside the room had been looted long before they bought it. Dante walked to the closet and stepped inside. I tilted my head to the side as he pressed against the wood on the back of the wall. A couple of seconds later, I heard it shift and then he slid it to the side. Shane let go of my hand and motioned with a nod of his head as he stepped into the closet. I couldn’t see much in the darkness, but I followed them through the mysterious door.

“Since we found the secret room in the basement, we’ve been checking each room that we work on and comparing the dimensions to the blueprints.” Dante hit a button on one of their lanterns and the room was immediately illuminated.

“I think someone found this room at some point, but just decided to close it off. The door in the closet was nailed shut.” Shane motioned with his hand. “Welcome to the Herrington home porn studio.”

“Say what!?” I blinked in surprise.

The room in the back of the closet was fairly simple, but it wasn’t as dirty as the rest of the house. It was similar to the room in the basement that was preserved because it was closed off. There was an old camera in the corner sitting on a tripod, a bed in the center of the room, and I saw boxes of pictures sitting open. I walked over and my mouth fell open when I started flipping through them. They appeared to be of Abigail Herrington and her husband, based on the faded writing on the back of a few of them, and they were quite graphic. There were pictures of them in various sexual poses, and an entire box that appeared to be dedicated to nothing but pictures of her after she had been punished. It was hard to see the real effects that were left behind on the black and white photographs, but there was obvious discoloration on her ass.

“I did some research on the camera.” Shane walked over to the tripod. “It was one of the best money could buy in the 1920s, but only for people who had a lot of it.”

“I guess that gives us a better timeline for when they lived here. She looks to be what—in her thirties or forties in these pictures?” I held one of them up that showed her face.

“Yeah, it’s hard to say.” Dante shrugged. “If you want to help us carry these pictures downstairs, we might be able to look through them with better lighting.”

“Absolutely!” I nodded quickly and grabbed a box.

The photographs were incredible. Mr. Herrington seemed to truly enjoy his wife’s body, whether she had been punished or not, because she was in almost every one. They definitely seemed to like taking pictures of themselves when they were having sex, and they didn’t care how graphic the pictures were. There were some that showed her across his knee, being spanked, paddled, and punished with a short wooden cane. The most impressive part was the smile on her face which reflected true pleasure, even when they looked to be fairly severe. We spent hours digging through the photographs, organizing them, and making comments about what we saw. By the time we had finished, I felt like I knew more about her than what she wrote about in her journal.

“These people were like sexual deviants.” Dante chuckled and stared at a few of the photographs. “I mean, to take pictures of this kind of stuff back then?”

“I think they were just free spirited.” I smiled and held up one of the pictures. “How is that position even possible?”

“Maybe we’ll practice later.” Shane gave me a quick wink and chuckled.

“Well, one thing is clear. Mr. Herrington definitely knew how much his wife liked this kind of stuff, and wanted to have the most extensive collection of personal porn ever made!” I shook my head in disbelief.

“It’s crazy that they left it all behind. Maybe she was the one who nailed the room shut after her husband passed.” Dante sighed and nodded. “She probably didn’t want any of the kids to find it.”

“Probably so.” I leaned back and smiled. “I guess I’ve got more material for my screenplay now, even if I’m going to have to make up the ending.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something good.” Shane turned his head towards the clock on the wall. “How long do you have to stay with us tonight, anyway?”

“I told my parents I was staying with Jackie.” I bit down on my lip and grinned.

“Then I think we should go make some memories that put these to shame.” Dante leaned forward. “If you can find something naughty to do, I finally finished restoring that paddle you picked out in the basement.”

“Oh really?” My eyebrows shot up with excitement. “Then I better find something really naughty.”

“You two have fun with that. I’ll wait until you’re ready for the real action to begin before I join you.” Shane chuckled and shook his head.

20

Brianna

I had been looking forward to finding out how the paddle felt since I found it. I asked Dante about it every day for the first week, but they were busy with the house, so I understood why he couldn’t devote a lot of time to refinishing it and getting it ready for use. Our trips to the bedroom had been fairly vanilla since Halloween night, outside of a few slaps on my ass in the heat of passion. Not that having two men to share the bed with would have been vanilla to most people, but I had tasted something that continued to pique my interest. Reading about it in Abigail’s diary stoked the fire and made me crave it even more.

I walked up the stairs at an eager pace, hoping that Dante gave me a few minutes to figure something out before he followed me. The trips to the bedroom would have probably been a little kinkier if we weren’t still in the honeymoon phase of our sexual exploration. I still had a lot to learn since I was a virgin when they met me, but that didn’t erase the desires Dante had awakened. I understood why Shane didn’t care much about watching. The more we talked, I realized that his dominance was sexually driven, and he got plenty of that without the need to spank or punish. Dante was a little different, and that was exactly what I had been craving. There would be plenty of time for Shane to chase his own desire once Dante got me so turned on I couldn’t function without feeling them both inside me at the same time.

Okay, it looks like I’m not going to have to try very hard to find something naughty to do.

I walked into the room and realized Dante had already put a lot of thought into the scenario he had planned. It might not have been a full Funhouse, but the game was definitely on for the two of us. The bed was made and on the nightstand next to it was a bottle of wine, my pack of cigarettes from Halloween night, a porno magazine, and a white index card. I walked closer and saw that he had written something on it.

‘I’m not supposed to be home until tomorrow and you think you have the house all to yourself’ —D.