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.

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 and

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answered for me saying “she put something in the coffee. I

out a small chuckle and luckily Charlie and Kai did

Laundry…Detergent” I barely

looking at me, all funny business aside. I settled down and took a few deep breaths.

you kidding me? I’m not fucking twelve Kai!” I started protesting.

again. Charlie and Ben settled into the sofa behind me and Kai told them what I was doing. When

hundred lines because they would be micro analyzing every damn line and demanding I redo pages without proper reason. I had a severe hand cramp later and now my nose was touching the wall for

quick to offer their expert eagle eyes and make critiques. They watched me and continued to converse in light

legs grew numb and knees hurt. Each time I moved; my time started over. I took me another two hours before they called time. I collapsed on the floor and someone took me

I was so sick and tired of this shit. I can’t even have a little fun with these assholes. I need to stop playing around and get the hell out of here. Time to escape once

Unknown POV

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Bonu

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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

time in running a finger down her rapidly rising chest through the valley of her nice softball size breasts, her nipples in sharp peaks because we keep it cold in

a snap of his free hand, a gag is placed in the

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in and out of her and the woman cuntDIES

softly says “This will not stop until

9m.” Her tear

whilen att this and feat graces her face. It is a

in her realization.

in her harder and I notice his

to shake and Mr. Claremont continues to praise her and finally demands

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