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.

ope

cool

Thury for to the twthroom and i was placed in a worm thi that smelled of vanilla. I rested against Charlie’s

some cost with

sang, konting

we did hope

armi

Painting a Canvas

snuggled up with my four matta kings and letting sleep begin to

another adventure.

I heard a chorus of chuckles and felt soft lips on

Meanwhile…

Third Person POV

number 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 gentlemen

into the microphone. On stage was a small girl with some curves. kneeling on

heavy chains on her wrists and ankles and a

couldn’t talk and disturb the bidding. It

bidders.

sat there in his lounge chair, a bourbon in a crystal glass sat in his hand. Two of his purchases sat

chains to their

Dimitry would have bid as she would be a nice addition to

to sit next to him. He looked over and grinned as a “Sold!” was heard over the speaker.

He reached his

devil. “I thought you were dead for the

going to take a lot more to get rid of me.” Dimitry joked and the

shared a laugh.

quietly as a server brought

Dimitry responded. Nicholas hummed while watching the next

I have a proposal for

“I’m listening.”

O’Donnell bastard is the one who tried to destroy my empire. But he also took something much more precious. He took

said and then raised his hand and shouted “45! There was a small petite blonde on

the auctioneer roared

stage.

a Canvas

and shook Dimitry’s hand once again.

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