Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Ellie

The two of them stared back at me, disbelief written all over their faces. My chest heaved up and down and I swallowed hard, waiting for them to respond, to say anything at all really.

Dante was the first to speak. His eyes met mine, his expression unreadable. “Is that what you want, Ellie? To be shared between us?”

Rafael’s gaze burned into me, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. Maybe he didn’t hate the idea…

“This is what I want,” I said with a curt nod.

Rafael’s gaze softened, and he gave me a small smile. “You’re sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” I declared, not wavering even an inch.

For a long moment, all was silent, and I waited with bated breath for them. I wasn’t going to back down.

I’d given them an ultimatum and I meant it.

Rafael held my gaze for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Then we’ll give you what you want, Ellie.”

I turned to Dante. His expression was much more difficult to read. His eyes lingered on me, as if trying to gauge my true intentions. I raised my chin and stared at him, not backing down even an inch.

“If that’s what you really want, then yes, we’ll share you,” Dante said, his voice a low growl.

My heart hammered in my chest at the sultry insinuation in his tone and I swallowed hard, lifting my chin.

This wasn’t going to end here.

I was going to escalate things.

“After all, don’t the two of you need to teach me a lesson about what happens to naughty girls who put themselves in danger?” I said, the heat in my voice bleeding through every syllable.

Dante’s gaze darkened. He knew what I was doing, and I knew what I was instigating.

I wanted what I was instigating.

“You’re right, naughty girl. I think it’s long past due that I introduced you to my belt, right before I punish you with my cock.”

Rafael stepped forward, clearing his throat and we both turned to face him.

“You won’t be punishing her alone, Dante. She’ll take us both at the same time or not at all,” Rafael said darkly, and my heart practically leapt into my throat.

“At the same time?” I echoed, my trepidation finally bleeding through.

“Yes,” the both of them growled at the exact same time.

My pussy flooded with heat. I’d fantasized about them both before, but I had a feeling that the reality of that was going to be something else entirely.

A thrill ran through me. This was a dangerous game, but I wanted it.

No . I craved it.

I needed it.

The two of them advanced, and my heartbeat quickened, excitement and fear coursing through my veins. I took a step back and then another before I turned and ran.

I could hear the two of them pursuing me and a nervous laugh bubbled up inside me.

I ran into the bedroom, making a beeline for the bed.

I didn’t make it.

Dante’s arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me straight off the ground. I squealed, unable to break his hold.

“Oh no you don’t,” he growled.

I tried to break free, but his grip was like iron. Roughly, he threw me down onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust. Rafael approached from the other side, a smirk tugging at his lips.

My chest heaved up and down as my heart pounded, practically leaping up out of my throat.

I wasn’t going to let them get away with this. At least, not without a fight.

“Take off your clothes,” Rafael commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

I stared back at him, defiance in my eyes.

“Make me,” I declared.

I could see the challenge flash in his eyes, and I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but it was one that I intended to win.

“As you wish,” he growled, and before I could even blink, Dante and Rafael were upon me.

I fought tooth and nail, but they were so much bigger, so much stronger than me.

Together, I didn’t have any chance against them.

Their hands roamed over my body, their fingers deftly finding the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Then, they unbuttoned my jeans. With a swift yank, they pulled my pants down, the material pooling at my knees and then my ankles. I kicked and struggled, but it didn’t take long for Rafael to get my pants all the way off, and throw them down on the floor beside the bed.

“Fuck, she looks incredible,” Rafael groaned, his eyes raking over my body like I was a whole goddamn Thanksgiving meal. Dante looked just as ravenous, except his dark glare had me feeling like a lamb who had just been cornered by a lion.

Two sets of fingers flitted over my skin, sending soft, fiery tendrils of pleasure straight to my core. I shivered, my core squeezing tight with need. My breath left my mouth in ragged little pants, and I could have sworn the temperature in the room knocked up like ten degrees in the span of a couple seconds.

“Yes, she does. It’s time we teach her a lesson. And then, if she’s a good girl, it will be time to reward her,” Dante breathed, his breath hot against my ear as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them high over my head.

Dressed in nothing more than my bra and panties now, I shuddered, not from the cold, but from the blazing hot desire coursing through my veins.

“Get her ready for us,” Dante said, his eyes locked on mine.

“Gladly,” Rafael replied, his hands sliding over my hips, the heat from his touch searing into my skin. I drew my lower lip in between my teeth and his hand reached out and cupped my chin, only for him to roughly scrape his thumb over my lower lip. I opened my mouth, and he pressed that single thick digit inside it.

“Suck,” he demanded.

I obeyed.

My tongue swirled around his finger, and I sucked him deep, my cheeks hollowing around him.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his eyes locked on me, and his hand slipped down, moving past the hem of my panties. I wiggled my hips, expecting him to dip his fingers lower. I fully anticipated him finding my rampant wetness, but he didn’t venture that far.

Instead, he tore my panties right off.

I yelped, the sound muffled by Rafael’s finger in my mouth.

“Oh, Ellie, naughty girls who put themselves in danger don’t get a soft touch,” Dante said darkly, and I moaned around the thick digit in my mouth. Rafael pulled his finger out and it made an audible popping sound. A warm blush spread over my cheeks, and I glanced from one to the other.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“We’re going to ruin you,” Rafael declared, and my core pulsed at the words. Dante’s finger slipped underneath the divider of my bra, and I didn’t even have time to tense before he yanked his hand upward and tore right through it. The cups popped open, and I gasped, my breasts fully exposed.

“You’re ours, Ellie, and after we’re done marking your sweet little ass with our belts, we’re going to make you come until you beg us to stop and then you’re going to come some more,” Dante whispered, his hands running over the swells of my breasts. My nipples hardened at the slightest touch, and he grinned, dipping his head, and taking one between his teeth.

I yelped as a flash of pain radiated around my sensitive bud, but he didn’t stop there. He took my other nipple in his mouth and bit it softly, just enough to cause a lance of pain to hurtle through my body.

“She likes it,” Rafael whispered, his voice a mixture of lust and surprise. “Look how much her pretty pink cunt is dripping.”

“I see,” Dante murmured, and he reached his hand down, pressing his fingers against my soaking folds. I arched into his touch, but he didn’t press nearly hard enough to make me come. Instead, he just teased me, drawing his fingertips back and forth across my clit until I was practically vibrating with need.

“Please,” I finally whimpered, unable to hold it in any longer.

“What was that, you dirty girl? We couldn’t quite hear you,” Dante whispered, his hand pressing down on my pussy, his palm grinding against my throbbing clit.

The more he teased me, the closer I approached the edge of orgasm, but he didn’t let me sail over the brink.

Instead, he kept me there, a hairsbreadth away, until I was so desperate with need that I was shaking from it.

“Please,” I cried again, my legs trembling so hard I was probably making the bed shake.

“Please what, naughty girl?”

“Please let me come,” I begged, and his salaciously dark grin made my blood boil.

“Not yet. What do you need to ask for first?” he mused, and I closed my eyes, trying to grind my needy pussy against his fingers only for him to pull them away entirely.

“Your belt,” I whispered.

The truth was, ever since he’d first threatened to use it, I’d wanted it, and right now, just on the edge of orgasm, I wanted to welcome that pain.

More so, I wanted to revel in it.

I wanted the bite of the leather. I wanted the welts it left behind.

That thought had me moaning with desire and my head reeling with it.

“Mhmmmm. That’s right, sweet girl. I think you need to feel the belt against your ass before your pretty little holes are stuffed full of our cocks,” Dante said, his voice dark and sinful, his hand slipping up to wrap around my throat. His grip tightened and the sensation of the lack of airflow sent a wave of pleasure rushing over my body.

Then, all of a sudden, both men wrapped their hands around my hips and flipped me over onto my belly.

My breath caught in the back of my throat. I looked back over my shoulder to see their hands drop down to their belts. Slowly, they slid the leather through the buckle, the gentle swishing sound dominating the room.

“Eyes forward,” Dante growled, and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. I did as I was told, and I felt the bed dip, and their presence loom over me.

“That’s our girl,” Dante purred.

The noise the belt made as leather slid against leather made my abs clench tight. Without meaning to—or maybe it was on purpose, I couldn’t tell anymore—my back arched, and I lifted my ass a little higher, almost as though I was seeking out the belt.

Dante’s fingers brushed against my bare ass, flittering this way and that and my breathing stuttered in my throat. Then, he lifted his hand and lightly smacked my right cheek, eliciting the slightest gasp from me. He spanked me again, this time harder, and it felt as though my flesh was aflame. The pain was exquisite, and it only intensified when he did it again, and again.

Rafael grasped one wrist and then the other before he yanked them straight out in front of me. Then, he wound his belt around them, effectively binding them together.

“Wouldn’t want to hurt these pretty little fingers as we whip your bare ass,” he stated, and my blood ran even hotter, so hot I felt like I had caught fever.

Dante and Rafael exchanged a look, the two of them seemingly communicating without words. Their gazes returned to me, their faces dark and full of hunger, their eyes flashing with a predatory gleam.

Then, Dante picked up the other belt.

I stiffened, a sudden sense of self-preservation washing over me, but just when I was about to roll away, Rafael’s hands descended down onto my shoulders. One of Dante’s hands settled down on my lower back too. Between the two of them, I was effectively pinned in place.

I drew in a shaky breath.

Here we go.

“Breathe, babygirl. This is going to hurt,” Rafael promised, and a second later, the belt came crashing down onto my bare ass. The impact stung, a thousand needles of fire pricking against my skin, and I gasped.

Fuck. He was right.

A line of fire burst over my bare flesh. I could feel the welt rising, intensifying, and I bit back a cry. Before I could brace myself, he landed another blow, and then another, each one right below the first. I tried to keep quiet, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to for very long.

At most, I would be able to take a few more strokes gracefully. After that, all bets were off.

A soft gasp escaped me as the belt kissed my bare cheeks again, the subsequent flare of pain rising and falling more sharply than all the others. Then, it lashed the lower part of my ass, right where my cheeks met my thighs, and the blazing sting was so hot that I thought I might have been burned.

I was so overwhelmed that I almost cried out, but I couldn’t bite back the whimper that followed.

“I want to hear you, babygirl,” Rafael purred.

I wanted to defy him.

The belt whipped me again, and again, and again, and even though I tried to stay silent, I couldn’t.

Finally, my cry echoed throughout the room.

“Such a good girl,” Dante said, his voice low and soothing, “taking your punishment so well.”

I whimpered at the praise, my heart hammering in my chest, but instead of the belt coming down again, his hands moved lower, brushing against my swollen folds. His fingers slid against my soaking wet flesh and my hips arched upwards.

“I think it’s time I took a turn with the belt,” Rafael murmured. Dante slid his fingers over my clit, just teasing me lightly enough to make me gasp. Fiery bolts of pleasure surged straight to my core and I practically started to writhe on his fingers.

I was already on the edge of orgasm again and he’d hardly even begun to touch me.

“Oh please,” I pleaded.

“Please, what, naughty girl? You need to be specific,” Dante coaxed, and his fingers moved a little faster, a little harder, and I could feel the pressure mounting inside me. I squirmed and ground myself against his fingers, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Please let me come,” I begged.

“Not yet, babygirl,” Rafael murmured. “You’ve got more of the belt to take first.”

I moaned out loud.

I could have sworn the two of them were going to draw my pleasure out for hours on end. My body was already shaking with it and there was nothing for me to do other than take what they were giving me.

I just hoped they’d eventually let me come.

Rafael and Dante switched places as my hips rocked back and forth. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything except the needy little bundle of nerves between my thighs and the next lash of the belt.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Rafael lifted the belt, and he didn’t even bother warning me.

He just swung it, the leather striking me with a sharp crack. The impact made me gasp out loud from the very first swat. I soon learned that Dante had been the gentle one and that Rafael wielded the belt with a much more vicious intensity.

Every single blow made the tension inside me ratchet higher, the pain and pleasure twisting together until I didn’t know which way was what.

Every ruthless lash scalded my ass, painting it with a brutal blaze that burned hotter and stung more fiercely than I thought possible.

There was no keeping quiet. I didn’t even think of trying. I couldn’t.

With every strike of the belt, a gasp and a cry were wrenched from my body and my hands fisted into the bed. Soon enough, my cries reached a desperate crescendo and it was only when I blinked back tears and swallowed back a strangled sob did the belt stop falling.

“Such a good fucking girl. You took your punishment so well,” Dante growled, and a shiver of pleasure practically eviscerated my heart.

“Fuck, babygirl. Your ass is so fucking beautiful. Bright red. Marked. And all ours,” Rafael purred.

Their hands descended, sliding down my back and over my burning cheeks. They soothed my welts, their fingers flittering this way and that until the sting turned into a pleasant tingle.

Then, Dante used his hands to spread my ass wide open.

Immediately, I cried out in alarm. “What are you doing?” I exclaimed, trying to close my legs and squeeze my cheeks back together. I failed on both accounts.

“Looking at the tight little hole that’s going to swallow every last inch of my cock,” he mused, and my face turned as red hot as my freshly belted ass.

“Oh no! No, no, no. That’s not going to fit!” I cried.

“We’ll make it fit, naughty girl,” Dante purred and the two of them chuckled darkly.

I heard Rafael move around the room and then there was a wet squelch as something dribbled onto my asshole. I flinched and Dante hushed me.

“It’s only lube, Ellie. Since you were a good girl for your belting, I’ll use it, but if you’re a bad girl, next time I’ll just use your own arousal to fuck this naughty hole,” he threatened, and my pussy clenched down hard.

Would that hurt? Would this hurt?

I was so conflicted, but I was also incredibly curious.

The tip of his finger circled around the ring of muscles, and I shuddered. I’d never been touched there before, and it felt strange and dirty and wrong, but also kind of good. I didn’t want to like it. I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

Instead, I just wanted more.

“Please,” I whispered, and his finger pressed against my puckered opening.

I could feel myself stretching around his digit, the ring of muscles tightening, and a strange pressure building inside me. My legs began to shake as the stretching burn took me by surprise and I hummed with nervousness.

“That’s it. Take it,” he crooned, and his finger plunged deeper. One knuckle sunk into me and then another until his finger was fully inside my bottom.

And then he added another finger and the stretching burn intensified to pleasurable pain.

My breath stuttered in my throat. It felt so wrong, and yet, so right. A soft moan escaped me, and it was a desperate mix of pain and pleasure.

I could do this. I could take it…

When he added a third finger, I cried out, the pain intensifying tenfold and I tried to pull away, but Dante’s hand wound around my hips and tugged me back into place. Rafael leaned over me and ran his fingers down my spine.

“I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when you’re taking his cock,” he purred.

I stiffened with anxious arousal.

How was that going to feel? Was it going to hurt?

“You’re so fucking tight,” Dante growled, and he spread his fingers, stretching me open. I gasped, the sensation unfamiliar and uncomfortable, but also kind of really fucking hot.

“Please!” I cried.

“I know you’re ready, Ellie. Tell me. Tell me you want this,” Dante purred.

“I want you. Both of you,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He pulled his fingers free and leaned back. I could hear him unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. Licking my lips, I tried to ready myself for what was coming while also knowing I really couldn’t.

I was about to take a cock in my ass for the very first time. I bit my lip when the warm heat of the head of his dick brushed between my ass cheeks, trying to hold back a cry that might have been a moan.

Then, his hands spread my cheeks wide for a second time and he positioned himself against my anus. I stiffened, the muscles in my neck going tense.

“Take a deep breath and try to relax, my dirty girl,” he breathed, and he slowly pushed forward, just enough to stretch my asshole around the thick crown of his cock.

Oh god.

Oh fuck.

This hurt.

I struggled, but his fingers wound around my hips and held me firmly in place. With the belt still wrapped around my wrists, I couldn’t fight back and then an overwhelming sense of panic raced through me as Dante sunk in a little deeper.

He was fucking huge .

His cock was much thicker than three of his fingers and the stretching burn consumed me. I cried out and clawed at the bed, but nothing stopped the slow descent of his cock into my virgin hole.

“Shhhh. Almost there, sweet girl. Fuck, your ass feels so good, so fucking tight,” he groaned, and a second later, he thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt.

The pain made my world tilt on its edge. Blazing hot agony ripped through my core, swirling and folding in on itself in spades. I screamed as my muscles tightened around him, which only seemed to make the pain intensify that much hotter. For several seconds, my vision went stark white, and I squeezed my eyes shut, just trying to survive until I finally managed to draw in a breath.

“Please,” I gasped, and he slowly withdrew, easing the thick girth of his cock out of me. When it was almost free, he shoved it back in, making me cry out again.

I’d hoped for gentle.

I didn’t get it.

Instead, he just started fucking my ass.

“Please, it’s too much!” I cried, the pain intensifying until I thought I was going to pass out. My muscles clenched tight, and a keening cry escaped my throat at a particularly brutal thrust.

“Take it, Ellie. Take my fucking cock,” he growled.

He pumped in and out, each stroke making my body shake with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“You can do it, baby. Take all of him,” Rafael crooned. He slowly unbuckled the belt from around my wrists.

I gasped and fisted my hands in the sheets as my body started to relax, and the pain receded. In its place, an intense fullness took root, a sensation that was so foreign and strange, and way too fucking good.

Then Dante’s arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me clean off the bed, my body suspended on top of his cock. The change in position only made him sink even deeper into me, and I whimpered softly.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

The pain was still there, but it was fading fast, and the sensation was morphing into something else entirely.

“I think it’s time for you to take both our cocks now,” Dante purred, and I swallowed hard, nervous desire brewing in the pit of my belly.

“But you’ll tear me in two,” I breathed. I was so full of Dante’s cock that the idea of taking Rafael in my pussy was too much, but I knew that the two of them weren’t going to take no for an answer.

“You’ll take us both or you won’t get to come,” Rafael demanded, and my eyes met his, the heat in his gaze taking me by surprise.

I watched as Rafael pulled his shirt over his head. Then his hands dropped to his pants as he slowly freed his cock.

Oh, my fuck.

It was glorious.

Thick and veined and a perfect, angry red. The head was shiny with precum, and my pussy tightened.

“I felt that, my dirty girl,” Dante purred, his hands roaming up and down my body. My nipples were pebbled, my flesh was hot and sticky with sweat, and all I could focus on was the feel of his cock in my ass and his voice in my ear.

Then, his hand slipped around my neck, his grip firm and unrelenting, and my entire body relaxed. He squeezed, cutting off my air supply just enough to make my head rush and a moan tumbled past my lips.

A bit lightheaded, I watched as Rafael moved in front of me. Positioned as I was, my pussy was spread open and exposed, and right now, unbearably empty.

“Are you ready for me, babygirl?” he asked, and I nodded, too lost in the moment to deny him.

His cock pressed up against my entrance and I stiffened, suddenly nervous.

“You’ll take me like a good girl, won’t you?” Rafael murmured.

I groaned, a slice of pleasure piercing me right to the core. His hips thrust forward, and his thick cock stretched me wide, forcing its way into my pussy inch by brutal inch. I was already so full of Dante’s cock, there was barely enough room for Rafael to fit.

I arched my back, struggling to take him, my keening cries echoing around us.

Dante held me still, and he pulled his cock out a little and pushed it back in. At the same time, Rafael eased forward, pushing into my pussy, and slowly filling me.

“I’m going to destroy this sweet cunt,” Rafael murmured, and my heart flipped up into my throat.

“So fucking tight,” Dante said hoarsely, his voice thick with his desire.

When the two of them were finally buried deep inside me, they didn’t give me a chance to get used to the feeling. They just started fucking me.

Rafael would push in at the same time that Dante pulled out, over and over again until the dual sensation drove my head up into the clouds as my eyes rolled back in my head.

The pleasure was blinding, a dizzying mixture of pain and bliss that made me feel like I was floating. The pressure inside me grew stronger and stronger, building and building until I didn’t think I could take any more.

“That’s it, babygirl. Come for us,” Rafael growled.

“Scream for us, dirty girl. Tell us how much you love taking both our cocks at the same time.” Dante’s voice was a rumbling snarl that made my core squeeze tight.

I came apart with a scream, a powerful orgasm ripping through me with wild abandon. My entire body clenched down around them, the sensations rippling over my skin in hot, blazing waves.

I writhed and moaned and bucked, and still, they fucked me just as ruthlessly as I hoped they would.

My orgasm didn’t relent. If anything, I just came harder.

Honestly, I fucking detonated .

Every inch of my body simmered with pleasure. Hot swirling waves ripped through me, over and over again, like the tide coming in and crashing against a rocky beach.

Rafael and Dante groaned as I convulsed around them, and they pumped their hips faster, fucking me so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.

Still, my orgasm went on and on. I screamed and rolled my hips, taking each one of them deeper than before. When my climax finally began to wane, I expected them to slow, but they didn’t.

If anything, they just started fucking me faster.

Roughly.

Desperately.

“Such a good girl,” Dante growled, his breath hot against the back of my neck. His fingers wound around my neck again, and he squeezed just enough to make my head swim.

Rafael palmed my left breast, taking my nipple between two of his fingers and pinching hard.

I didn’t even know I was on the edge of another orgasm until I was sailing right over it.

My eyes practically rolled back into my head as a second climax tore through me, leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake.

They didn’t stop fucking me.

Dante and Rafael picked up the pace, their hands and mouths everywhere all at once.

My pleasure steamrolled through me as stars flicked behind my eyelids. My breath came out in sharp gasps, and my pussy clenched down around them.

Dante groaned, and Rafael cursed under his breath.

It was only when my third orgasm rocked through me that I started to worry. How many times was I going to come? I didn’t know if I could take it…

But they didn’t give me a choice.

Their cocks thrust in and out of me, each pump making my entire world tilt on its edge.

“That’s it, baby. Come again,” Rafael ordered, his hands reaching out and grabbing my tits, his fingers roughly rolling my nipples until they were as hard as diamonds.

I came again.

And again.

And again, until my world was nothing but white-hot ecstasy.

“I can’t. It’s too much,” I panted, and still, their hips snapped forward, their cocks thrusting in and out of me like their only goal was to break me.

“I want to hear you beg. It makes my cock fucking hard,” Dante growled, and I gasped.

“Please. Please. Please,” I babbled, my entire body shaking.

“You’ll come as many times as we want, babygirl. Don’t think for a second that you get a choice about it,” Rafael growled.

Another orgasm ripped through me, and my desperate pleas turned to even more plaintive cries.

I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

But it wasn’t up to me.

It was up to them.

I came until every inch of my body was quivering.

I came until my screams made my voice go hoarse.

I came until my eyes watered and my broken sobs filled the room and still, I came some more.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Rafael and Dante stiffened, their hips jerking as their own climaxes barreled over them. I felt every surge of their come inside me, in my ass, in my pussy, filling me even more completely than I ever thought possible.

My final orgasm ripped through me with the power of a hurricane, taking me by storm and tearing me apart into a billion little pieces of shattered glass.

When it was all over, the three of us collapsed on the bed. Their arms wrapped around me, pulling me in close and holding me tight.

It was as if they never wanted to let me go.

“I love you,” Dante breathed.

“I love you so much I’d do anything to have you,” Rafael whispered.

My heart exploded.

“I love you both too,” I replied, my voice raspy with emotion.

I would have thanked them both for not making me choose between them, but the moment my eyes fluttered closed, I passed out.