Naughty Girl - A Dark Mafia Menage Romance

Before I could process his words, the stinging crash of leather against skin had me howling out. The pain radiated all the way to my needy pussy, only intensifying my out-of-control hunger.

“Please,” I pleaded as he whipped me once again.

“Yes, naughty girl. Keep begging.”

“Please…”

“Are you begging for me to stop belting you, or to fuck you?”

He brought the belt down against my sensitive ass again but rather than crying, I moaned.

The belt fell upon me again, and I moaned some more.

“Little pain slut. You like when I spank your ass as you pray I’ll eventually fuck you.”

Tears of shame and humiliation fell as my orgasm built inside of me. My body became more alive with every searing swat. Yes. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. But not before he finished the discipline. The most twisted and sexual punishment one could imagine. My mind screamed no. My ass screamed for mercy. But my core, my inner being, my soul begged for more.

Just as the most intense explosion was about to release, Thomas ceased the spanking.

I cried out even louder than I ever did during the spanking.

“Yes, my naughty girl. I’m going to enjoy this very much.”

I heard the sound of his footsteps approach the door, and I turned my head to see him holding the door handle. My heart fell to my stomach as I still remained in position for more.

“No,” I whispered so low that I was sure Thomas couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want him to leave. No.

“Tomorrow I’ll be back. Stefano will be here soon with the comforts you have earned today.”

Chapter Six

Hailey

Sweat coated my body as I woke up in a panic. I had no idea what time it was, how many hours had passed, what day, and for a few terrifying moments, I had no idea where I was. Hell? I might as well be in eternal damnation. Same difference.

I sat up and noticed that I was still naked and curled up on the single wool blanket that scratched against my punished skin. Not that any of it mattered. I’d slept and I considered that a good thing. The door to my room remained closed, and I wondered if one of the brothers had come in to check on me. Would they soon? The ceiling light was on, so at least I wasn’t in complete darkness, and I scanned the room for the extra comfort items that Thomas had told me Stefano would bring.

To my right, there was a single glass and a pitcher of water. There was also a mirror hung up on the otherwise empty wall. Comfort items…

So they had been here. Now what? Would they come back soon, or would I have to call out for them? The idea of calling one of them to assist me to the bathroom made me cringe, but my protesting bladder didn’t give me much of a choice. Taking a quick glance around the room, I quickly realized there wasn’t even a bucket to use if I wanted to. I could certainly urinate in the corner somewhere if I absolutely had to, but I did have to remain in the close confines of the room for however long it took to get pregnant and then the nine months of carrying the child, and I would much prefer not to have to smell my own waste if I didn’t have to. I needed the twins whether I liked it or not.

Getting out of bed, I stretched the kinks out of my body and walked over to the door. Knocking firmly, I called out, “Excuse me? I would like to use the bathroom, please.” I turned and looked up at one of the cameras in hope that I was being monitored. “May I please use the restroom, sir?”

As much as I didn’t want to, I decided that there really was no reason to be rude, and I was at their mercy. Giving an attitude or demanding they come immediately would not work in my favor, and right now, my bladder screamed for me to behave.

There was silence and not a single sound or approaching footstep in the hallway.

Knocking again, I said, “Hello? I could use some assistance.”

Silence.

Feeling the tightness in my bladder increase, I crossed my legs attempting not to wet myself while waiting.

Just as I was about to knock again and throw some curse words their way, the door to my room opened. Taking a few steps back to allow Thomas enough room to enter, I quickly realized it wasn’t Thomas who came to my call for help.

It was his twin, and it surprised me that I could easily tell the difference so quickly. It wasn’t just Stefano’s scar on his face, but something more that made the twin brothers stand apart. They were so very different in so many undescribed ways.