The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Fau

Mafia Men and Their Prize

39- No More Funny Business

Aurorn POV

As soon as I saw Jason put that piece of potato in his mouth, I could barely contain my laughter. I had observed them for the last few weeks and every time they had potatoes, they would also over salt them. It was a no brainer to me to baking soda in all of the saltshakers. That shit burns when it hits your tongue.

I volunteered to help refill all the shakers and condiments today. The servants always have so much on their plate and this gave me free reign to enact my playful revenge.

Seeing four of the guys react similarly, I let out my giggle. Their faces are contorted like a fun house mirror. I wish I had a camera. It was golden moment. And then they reached for their “waters.” And in 3, 2, 1… SPRAY! Oh this is just too sweet. A little vinegar goes a long way.

Unfortunately, some of Jason’s spit landed on me, so that is gross, but honestly my sides were hurting with cramps I was laughing quietly so hard, I don’t care. I can barely breathe!

“AURORA!” I hear Kai roar on the other end of the table. He was red as a tomato and a mischievous evil glint was sparkling in his eye. Well, shit! His eyes met mine and he gave me an unspoken command that made me shut up really quick. Run!

And so I did. I quickly got out of my chair and fled out the grand doors, my flats pounding hard against the marble flooring, my giggles still escaping my mouth as I run down the corridor and make a mad dash to the stairs.

Just as I reach the first stair, strong masculine arms wrap around my waist, earning another squeal. A husky voice whispers in my ear “Got you baby girl. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” A quick nibble grazed my ear before my world suddenly spins as I am hauled over his shoulder like a sack of flour and he proceeds to saunter up the stairs. As I protest against his strong back, it was futile as it was like I was a feather hitting a cement bunker. A harsh slap on my ass earns me another squeal and I give up my attempts to get down.

I am taken to a lounge room not too far from the bedrooms and plopped down on the sofa. I was expecting to be pulled over his knee but he walked away to a cabinet and returned with a pad of paper and a pen which was tossed on top of the glass coffee table in front of my shaking legs.

+10% “You will write one thousand times “I am a naughty little brat. I will show respect to my masters.‘ And the

Bonus stand in that corner, your nose touching the wall for thirty minutes without so much as a sound.” Kai ther on the sofa and before I can obviously protest at the childish and obscene punishment, he gives me a very 08:19 test me’ look so I keep my mouth shut and sink down on the plush maroon carpet to begin writing. I guess it’s better

than a spanking!

I just finished my 100th line and my hand was cramping. Charlie and Ben come barreling in the room, slamming the door open with a loud bang! Their faces are a mix of emotions, but they don’t look too angry.

“What the fuck happened now?” Kaj asked them, looking concerned.

to me and I realized what happened and began to howl in laughter like a hyena! It worked! It actually worked. Damn it, I wish I could have been there to see it. I couldn’t stop the boisterous laugh leaving my mouth

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fuck happened?” I heard Kai ask again and luckily Ben answered for me saying “she put something in the coffee.

of the cups!” He was clearly amused, finally letting out a small chuckle and

Was Laundry…Detergent” I barely got out

took a few deep breaths. “Another 200 more lines to your punishment and you

twelve Kai!”

spankings Ettle one? I’m happy to go get the riding crop” Kai retorted and I quickly shut my mouth and began writing again. Charlie and Ben settled into the sofa behind me and Kai told them what I was doing. When I finished with one page, front and back one of them would take

lines because they would be micro analyzing every damn line and demanding I redo pages without

and were quick to offer their expert eagle eyes and make critiques. They watched me and continued to converse in light conversations, enjoying one of the many uber expensive alcoholic beverages

but I was not allowed to sit on my feet and my hands had to be behind my back the whole time. I faltered three times as my legs grew numb and knees hurt. Each time I moved; my time started over. I took me another two hours

definitely sucked. I was so sick and tired of this shit. I can’t even have a little fun with these

Unknown POV

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Bonu

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the blood curdling scream of the whore on my stage. Her naked body was tossed onto the white sheet covered table. My guards expertly pinning down her arms with the metal restraints and her legs spread wide in the stirrups and chained in place. Her lower lips on full display and glistening nicely from the lube generously placed

rapidly rising chest through the valley of her nice softball size breasts, her nipples in sharp peaks because we keep

his free hand, a gag is placed in the whores mouth, belping to muffle her

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in and out of her and the woman

very softly says “This will not stop

9m.” Her tear

her face. It is a beautiful sight and all the horny bustamis around me begin

misting in her

his fingers in her harder and I notice his other

Claremont continues to

inside her. You can see the moment her body convulsus,, ber both becraving