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

must repeat myself again, I will strip you down and will not hesitate to give you 50 lashes with the riding crop, Charlie isn’t the only one who favors that.” I begin to tremble as I

place my lingerie in the corner of the section on a small sitting

girl” I hear Jason praise as he walks around me, I noticed he

than to look. I learned that lesson the hand way.

endurance. What is your sale

“Lavender,” I whisper.

sharply back. I look up and see Jason with venom is his eyes and the grip on

and I realize what

1 squeak out and he lets go

gil,” he praises me, and my core already leaked a

bed, face up.” He onders and I comply. I lay down in the middle on the soft 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 red marks from the countless lowe bites

on bed, making my body into an X shape. He leaves the bed and goes to a few cabinets before returning with multiple things in his

over my eyes. I feel his hand caress my check, then my

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Larch my back trying to push my girls more into his hands. Both nipples

noises.

a cool metal chain across my breasts. The ache in my nipples never went away. A small tug on the chain only heightened

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,

try to buck my hips to get that torturous finger to go where I want it.

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