The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

Chapter 108

108: Painting a Canvas

Aurora POV

Another blinding orgasm ripped through my soul, shattering my insides. My juices flooded the floor and down my open legs that were still strapped tightly against the St. Andrew’s Cross. Long rough fingers left my spasming core, no doubt fully covered in my essence. I heard a slurp and a resounding pop behind me before I felt a nibble on my car.

I felt another pair of rough hands, gently caressing my backside once again like his hands were smoothing out a canvas ready for paint. My body shuttered at the light touch and a new flash of heat entered my body.

SMACK

“82… Master.” I breathed out weakly.

SMACK

“…83… Master.”

SMACK

80…54, Master

SMACK!

“AHH: 65, Ma–master.” I barely whispered out. That one was the hardest of all.

There was a harsh clatter on the floor. And I felt hands roaming my body, hearing four sets of manly voices whispering sweet nothings and praises as they removed the vibrating nipple clamps and the tortuous clit vibrator. They then removed my blindfold and gently released the Shabari knotted rope around my body before unlocking the restraints on my wrists and ankles. My legs were pure Jello and I collapsed into strong arms.

I looked up through my hooded exhausted eyes to see Charlie smiling at me. He scooped me up so I wouldn’t step in the large wet puddle that was at my feet.

For the last two hours or so they spent alternating spankings with sensual whips, paddles, and crops. They fucked me mercilessly in between and enjoyed using multiple vibrators. They edged me nine times and then followed that with overstimulation making me orgasm a total of fourteen times and I squirted twice. My backside was no doubt now a colorful painting of marks on the canvas of my flesh. I knew without looking that the rest of my body was covered in deep hackry marks and love bites as they enjoyed devouring every inch of my body.

no proud of you sweetheart, You are so incredible taking everything we give you. Fuck, I love you so much.” Chache whispered in sy eat and then bittered my face with kisses.

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them pamper me Ben brought me some cost with a rating at ware brated throat. They applied cooling cream over every inch

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we did hope

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a Canvas

my four matta kings and letting sleep begin to

another adventure.

worth it.” I mumbled and I heard a chorus of chuckles and felt soft lips on my

Meanwhile…

Third Person POV

6.3.4.2.7.6. Given name Ashley. Age 19. Virgin. 5 foot 3 inches. Brown hair, brown eyes. Size 34C cup, has some meat on her bones

The shady auctioneer stated into the microphone. On stage was a small girl with some curves. kneeling on the

on her wrists and ankles and a

and disturb the bidding. It didn’t obstruct her face which was a

bidders.

his lounge chair, a bourbon in a crystal glass sat in his hand.

in submission and the chains to their

I hear 40? The auctioneer asked. Dimitry just took a sip of the expensive amber liquid and watched the show. Two younger slave traders were bidding for the liste beauty. Dimitry would have bid as she would be a nice addition to one of his European houses but he was here to

came to sit next to him. He looked over and grinned as a

my friend.” He reached his right

said, shaking hands with the devil. “I thought you were dead

a lot more to get

shared a laugh.

quietly as a server brought another

Dimitry responded. Nicholas hummed while watching the next girl come on

a proposal

“I’m listening.”

also took something much more precious. He took my

hand and shouted “45! There was a small petite blonde on the stage that was a mouthwatering beauty.

Lord Romanov!” the auctioneer roared

stage.

a

paid for his purchase. He stood up and shook Dimitry’s hand once again. “Call me when you are

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