I saw Arlo enter before Matteo even realized he was there. I shouldn’t have. He was silent as he opened the door, and if he wanted to, he could have easily disappeared down the hallway before I ever saw him. But I felt him near before he opened the door. And he couldn’t help but stare at me before he snuck down the hallway.

I thought I would have more time to make a plan before we had sex again. Not just to prepare more questions. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what I ask for at least the next week or two. I just want them to let their guards down and start answering me honestly. Then, I can hit them with the questions that I really want.

I thought I would have more time to recover from the last time. I thought I would have more time to prepare my mind. And, more importantly, my heart. I thought I would have time to figure out how not to let me fall any more than I already have for either of these men. But it seems my time is up because I can’t say no.

I don’t have the strength.

I didn’t have time to think before Matteo asked me.

And the word just fell from my lips.

I open my mouth to lay down the law. Have some sort of rules for what I want. But both men move far too quickly for me to come up with any.

Arlo grabs my mouth, covering it so that I can’t speak, until I can barely breathe. He scoops me up under my arms, and Matteo grabs my legs, lifting me up.

They quickly and efficiently move me without speaking a word to me or each other about what they are doing. It’s how they work together, I realize. They each know exactly what the other is thinking. Whatever they do when they aren’t trying to fuck me must make them an inseparable team.

I don’t squirm as they carry me. They hold me so firmly that I’m not sure it would do much good even if I did actually want to escape from them. My eyes widen a little when they don’t lead me to Matteo’s bed. Instead, they carry me out of his quarters and into the hallway where anyone could see us.

Not that it matters. I’ve already discovered that the staff doesn’t care about what the family does to me. So, wherever they are taking me, even in the precarious position I’m in, they won’t even bat an eye.

What if they want to fuck me in a public place?

My heart speeds up at the thought of any of the staff walking in on us. I’m not sure that I’d care if anyone walked in on us. Both men would keep too much of my attention for me to notice anyway.

But the Carini brothers don’t stop at any of the places I expect. Not the living room or study. They don’t turn down toward Arlo’s quarters. Or up toward my room. Instead, they carry me all the way across the house…

My heart stops when I finally realize where they are taking me. And I won’t have it. I don’t know what kind of game they are trying to pull or if I trusted them when I absolutely shouldn’t have, but there is no way they are getting me to go into Enrico’s quarters.

I start fighting.

I try to kick Matteo with my legs, and I dig my nails into Arlo’s arms, doing everything I can to get him to let me go. Arlo’s hand is still covering my mouth, but I try my best to scream for help anyway even though I know screaming won’t help me at all.

Matteo tightens his grip on my thighs, and Arlo’s hand squeezes my nose shut as well as my mouth, silencing my moaned attempt at screaming.

I can’t breathe while Arlo’s hand is covering both my nose and mouth. I fight harder, digging my nails until I draw blood, ripping at his skin. I fight until I feel myself about to pass out from lack of oxygen. That’s when Arlo finally lets me breathe again.

I only get two breaths in before he covers my mouth again, but this time, he leaves my nose uncovered. I try to focus on my breathing as they carry me through hallways and down to Enrico’s bedroom.

My eyes search the room for Enrico. He must be here somewhere. That’s why they are bringing me back. I haven’t asked the question yet because I already know the answer. That Enrico is definitely the head of the household. That Matteo and Arlo will do anything that he tells them to. It doesn’t matter if they care about me. It doesn’t matter if they don’t want to. If Enrico tells them to, it will be done.

He controls everything.

And I’m done with being controlled.

My eyes keep darting around the room, looking for him to be lurking in the shadows somewhere, but I don’t see him or any of his guards that he used to control me.

“He’s not here. He’s gone,” Arlo says, answering the question in my eyes.

I close my eyes, trying to get the nightmares that are overwhelming me to disappear. But, every time I open my eyes and see something else that Enrico used on me, I panic, and they come back. I don’t know what they are thinking, bringing me here. But I won’t let them fuck me here.

“You said yes. You can do this. Let us do this. Let us help you,” Arlo says.

Arlo’s words are calm and strong. He’s not asking me; he’s commanding me, as he always does. It’s what I need. For him to reassure me. I’m not sure why, but I trust him. I’ve always trusted him. That’s why I ran for seven years. I knew he was telling me the truth. That I needed to hide for as long as I could.

His eyes are the last things I see before a blindfold goes over my eyes, blocking everything from me.

Why he couldn’t do that before he brought me into the torture chamber, I don’t know. But I take Arlo’s eyes with me into the darkness.

His hand is gone from my mouth, and then my body is placed on the bed. My first reaction is to run, to fight. Because, even though I do trust Arlo and even Matteo to keep me safe, I don’t want to be fucked again in this room. Even if I agreed to be fucked, I don’t want to be fucked here.

The second their hands leave my body, I make a run for it. I jump off the bed and reach for the blindfold. I feel their hands back on me in an instant. I can’t help from fighting. Hard. I elbow one of them hard in the nose, making him let me go. But the other one grabs me and drags me back to the bed. I feel the cuffs going on my wrists and ankles, just like before.

I scream because I don’t know what else to do. I can’t handle this. I can’t be raped on this bed again.

I feel his lips on mine, and I stop screaming. His tongue presses into my mouth, leaving me no room to scream.

“I want you, Nina. I want to fuck you everywhere. I want to control you. Fuck you until all the memories you have are of me and my brother. Until you have nothing left,” Arlo says while Matteo kisses me.

Both men are trying to control me. One with a kiss and another with a command.

It works.

I feel my breathing change to one of excitement instead of fear. Arlo’s sexy, growly voice combined with Matteo’s deep kisses make me forget that I’m tied to Enrico’s bed.

“Such a pretty dress,” Matteo says before he rips the dress off my body.

I gasp as the cool air hits my almost naked body.

I feel leather against my skin, and I tense. It travels from my toes to up my leg, over my panties, then stomach, and bra. I suck in a breath, waiting for the painful sting that I know will come from the whip-like tool in one of their hands. But it doesn’t come. At least, not as quickly as I expect.

“No,” I whisper, “I’m not ready. I can’t do this.”

I feel a light whip against my stomach. Not enough to cause any real pain, just enough to grab all my attention.

“You crave this, Nina. You can lie to me and yourself all you want, but your body wants this. You want to feel the sting of the flogger as it hits all the right places on your body. You want us to control you. It turns you on to be controlled and owned.”

“No,” I whisper again as the flogger harshly hits my inner thigh. I feel the sting radiate through my body. My body curls as my arms and legs pull against their restraints.

He strikes me again on my inner thigh, and my panties are soaked.

He strikes me over my stomach, and my toes curl, as I need more.

He strikes me over my pussy, and I come undone.

I bite my lip to keep from coming right then. I don’t understand why my body betrays me. Why it responds to the pain. It never responded to the pain like this when Enrico hurt me, only when Arlo does. I crave it. I seek it. I never want him to stop.

Suddenly, he stops, and I hear nothing but silence. I don’t know what Matteo and Arlo are doing. I don’t know if they are preparing to hurt me more. Or fuck me. Or leave me stranded again, like Matteo did.

“Please,” I cry when I can’t take the waiting any longer. I pray to God they haven’t tricked me into getting fucked by their father or some other perverted member of their family.

“What do you want, beautiful?” Matteo asks. “I thought you didn’t like it when we hurt you.”

“No…I mean…I need…”

“What do you need?” Matteo asks. His breath hot and heavy on my ear.

“I need you to hurt me, control me, fuck me.”

I can feel his mouth turn into a grin, but I don’t feel anything. No pain. No pleasure. Nothing.

I try to focus on calming my breathing. I try to relax while I wait helplessly for them to fuck me.

I can’t calm my breathing though.

“Please,” I cry again, this time more persistent than the last.

Still, nothing.

“Matteo, please,” I cry loudly.

Nothing.

“Arlo, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

Only then do I finally get a response. No words. Just the crack of some sort of whip as he strikes my thigh again.

My bra is ripped off, and something warm begins to drip onto my breasts. Every drip brings a pleasant bite of pain I wasn’t expecting. My nipples harden, and my back arches, begging for more of the warm wax to cover my body.

“Yes,” I moan as I get what I want.

I feel the whip again, this time against my panties. Again and again and again. Making me more sensitive with each crack of the whip. They have barely even touched me, and already, I’m about to come.

They keep going. The whip getting harder, the wax becoming more intense. My panties are ripped from me, and I’m completely naked, lying on the bed.

The leather hits my bare pussy again.

“Yes,” I cry.

They stop. Again. Leaving me panting and full of need, aching for more.

I feel Arlo’s hands on my thighs as he spreads me apart. I suck in a breath, expecting another strike of the whip. Instead, his tongue gently moves over my folds.

“Come, beautiful,” Matteo says.

I come. Hard and long. I scream. I writhe. I forget where I am. My arms pull hard against my restraints.

One soft touch was all it took after they tormented me.

I try to slow my breathing, I try to control the sensations still pulsating throughout my body, but I can’t. I have no control, and I can’t stop my body from coming again when Matteo sucks on my nipple.

I feel his grin against my nipple when I come and don’t care about how cocky he feels at making me come so easily.

“I think we need to give her more time before we fuck her. I don’t want her to come on my dick before I’ve even had my fill of her,” Matteo says.

“No,” I whisper as I come down off my high.

“No, she will listen to us if we command her to.”

I feel Arlo walk closer to me and climb onto the bed. His cock pushes at my entrance. I don’t know how I know when it’s Arlo or Matteo. They don’t always make it clear or tell me with their voices. But I know them well enough to just know. Or my brain guesses, and I never know if I’m right or wrong.

He pushes the tip of his cock in just a little, and I feel my body come alive again from the sensation.

“Don’t come, Nina. Not until I tell you to,” Arlo commands.

I suck in a breath as he pushes inside me, and I try to will my body not to come. I’m not sure I can do it. I feel the familiar feelings, and I can’t hold them back. My body is so sensitive that I can come again and again. I want to come again. It feels too good not to.

“Don’t come. If you come, I will punish you,” Arlo says.

Something about his voice makes me believe that the punishment won’t be something I like. But then again, I like everything the Carini brothers have given me.

“Nina,” Arlo warns as he slips his cock fully inside me, stretching me wide.

I squeeze my hands into fists to keep the sensations locked inside instead of coming out like I want.

“Good girl,” Arlo says as he fucks me, making my eyes tear up as I feel everything rolling through my body.

It hurts to keep everything inside yet makes everything so intense that I never want to release the feeling.

I feel clamps latch on to my nipples.

“Careful, beautiful,” Matteo says as I arch my back.

I purse my lips, trying to get out just a tiny bit of what is pulsing through my veins. It doesn’t help.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming because, if I scream, I know it will be calling out one of the Carinis’ names as I come.

“Let me help you with that,” Matteo says.

I feel his large, thick cock pushing against my lips. My lips part, welcoming his cock into my mouth. I hope that pleasuring him will be a pleasant distraction from what Arlo is doing to my pussy.

For just a second, I get lost, licking his cock and feeling his pre-cum drip onto my tongue. But that’s all the distraction I get as Arlo thrusts deep into my pussy, his grip on my thighs tightening to an almost unbearable grip.

I move my lips, sucking more of Matteo’s cock as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.

I can’t hold on much longer.

I try to distract myself.

I try to focus on counting their thrusts in and out of my mouth and pussy.

I try to count my breathing.

I try squeezing my hands into fists and curling my toes.

But I feel myself losing the fight. They are both turning me on more and more with every thrust. I feel every thrust hit me everywhere in my body. I can’t focus. I can’t think. I can’t hold back any longer.

I come.

My pussy clenches around Arlo’s cock, and my mouth cries around Matteo’s dick.

They both stop as I come.

There was no way for me to hide it.

No way for them not to notice I didn’t follow their command.

Neither of them has come. Neither of them has gotten what they want.

Both of them rip their cocks from my body.

“I’m sorry.”

I can feel Arlo’s deep stare. I can see Matteo’s sexy grin.

Even with the blindfold on, I know that is what both of them are doing.

“You’re going to be sorry,” Arlo says.

“I already am.”

“No, you aren’t. But you will be.”

Arlo and Matteo grab on to my arms and legs, ripping me from the bed. They don’t carry me far, only a few feet away. My feet are placed on the ground, my legs spread apart, as the restraints are tied to something. My arms are pulled high over my head.

If it wasn’t for the restraints holding me up, I’m not sure I could stand. I’m so exhausted from coming and being in fear.

I hear the vibrator before I feel it, but it doesn’t take me long before I feel it throughout my whole body as it is pressed against my pussy.

I cry out in pleasure as I come quickly.

And then again.

I bite my bottom lip to keep it from pulling another orgasm out of me so easily.

“Now, for your punishment since you can’t control your own body. You are going to come. Over and over. All night long. Until you can’t stand the thought of coming again,” Arlo says.

That sounds like the best punishment ever.

“I would wipe that smile off your lips, beautiful. You will quickly learn how this is the worst kind of punishment,” Matteo says.

I let go and come as the vibrator continues its punishing pace against my clit.

As soon as I do, Matteo replaces the vibrator with his cock. He thrusts inside me while he kisses me, punishing me with his teeth on my lip. His pace is fast as he thrusts, his mouth equally as brutal on my lips. My hands grab on to the ropes as I feel the familiar feeling growing closer.

“Come, sweetheart,” Matteo says.

I do as his cum fills my pussy.

He slips out of me while I try to recover from the pounding my body just took, but I don’t get a break. Arlo’s cock replaces Matteo’s in seconds.

His cock hits deep inside me, hitting a spot that makes me crazy. I feel his lips on my ear, and I prepare for him to torture me in the same way that Matteo just did. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he whispers into my ear, “You may control me usually. But you don’t have any control when my cock is buried in your pussy. Now, I’m in control. You do whatever I say.”

I breathe in.

“Now, come,” Arlo says.

I come.

My body hangs down, my arms stretching long as my body pulls on the restraints, unable to hold myself up. But Matteo quickly replaces Arlo, holding me up as he fucks me in the ass this time.

I can’t handle this. Not if they keep this pace up. I’ll die by being over fucked.

But, at least, if I do, I’ll die a sweet death.