The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

70 – Master Orgasm

Four days later….

Aurora POV

I was sitting in the library with Ben, wearing skimpy purple lingerie, thanks to Charlie this time, but I hid under a blanket while I was reading a Jessica Hall novel on my

iPad.

I was given a few days off from training and had spent the last two days with Ben in the library. It had been raining like a hurricane outside, the wind was brutal against the windowpanes; you could hear it whistle as it flew by.

Ben and I spent the whole morning drinking hot chocolate and talking. I even helped him come up with a few new ideas for his next projects. Now that lunch was over, he was currently on his sketchpad at the table drawing designs while I enjoyed the storm under the plush pink blanket and was immersed in my imagination.

Ben got a little DING from his phone but I didn’t pay any attention until he cleared his throat and said “Aurora, sweety. Jason would like you to meet him in the Master Playroom.”

“Noooooo” I whined. I was too comfortable and honestly I was a little scared. I hadn’t had a private session with Jason yet and even though he is becoming a bit of a teddy bear, he still makes me wish I had the superpower of invisibility.

“Now.” Ben said with authority and pointed to the door sharply. I huffed and puffed and left stomping out the door.

I took my sweet ass time getting upstairs. Jason was standing outside the door with his arms crossed and his chiseled jaw was clenched tight in annoyance.

I approached him cautiously. When he reached out to touch my cheek, I cowered slightly making him exhale loudly. He opened the door and I walked inside.

After shutting the door, Jason comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me softly on the shoulder. I was first startled but then leaned into him for a moment, trying my best to calm my breathing by using him

as an anchor.

But all too soon, he lets go and took my hand, leading me to my pillow. He says the words I had literally beaten into my subconscious: “Strip and Submit!” He walked to his throne like chair and sat down, arms crossed, the stern business look on his face.

I shake my head no. I’m not ready today. I was feeling, dare I say, defiant.

He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips in anger. He certainly had no patience today. “Slave. Submit. Yourself. NOW!” He commands, enunciating every word. It takes all my concentration to make sure my shaking knees don’t

buckle under his dominance.

Seeing my distress, Jason quickly walks up to me and cups my face with his big hands. “Hey. Deep breath. I’m sorry for scaring you. Today there will be no pain. Well at least not intentional.” He adds that last part under his breath, a smile creasing his face. I relax a little under his touch. He winked at me before straightening his features back to the

emotionless statue.

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70 Master Orgasın

the riding crop, Charlie isn’t the only one who favors that.” I begin to tremble as I still have the black and blue marks from Charlie’s favorite toy. I get a good spanking almost every single day for my “defiant attitude. What can

of the section on a small sitting bench and return to

walks around me, I noticed he had removed his shoes

peek. I know better than to look. I learned

your endurance. What is your sale word?” He asks.

“Lavender,” I whisper.

head sharply back. I look up and

out between his teeth, and I realize what I did

he lets go of

my core already leaked a little. He

cloud like bed and stare at my reflection in the mirror above the bed. I notice my legs and hips and arms have plenty of

He leaves the bed and goes to a few cabinets before returning with

his hand caress my check, then my neck. Slowly a finger traces down my

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trying to push my girls more into his hands. Both nipples are becoming instantly perky and needy for more attention. I tried to

noises.

my breasts. The ache in my nipples never went away.

a finger make its way down my stomach and headed towards the now super hot wetness I feel between my legs. The finger starts to touch my lower lips and teases me, never

to whimper in protest and try to buck my hips to get that torturous finger to

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