60 - The Masked Ball - Part 1

**Aurora POV**

Charlie and Jason brought me out of the Playroom and they took me back to my room but not before Jason ran to me and scooped me off the floor and twirled me around like a five-year-old girl and her favorite doll. Both Jason and Charlie had begun to kiss me ferociously all over until I yelled for them to stop. My face was full of saliva. They were elated and the smiles on their faces never faded.

We had been walking down the stairs at my request when Kai rang Jason’s phone. He answered on speaker.

“Hey Kai!” He teased lovingly making me bite my lip and try to hide my chuckle.

“What the fuck did you snort now?” came Kai’s response and I busted out laughing. Charlie barely held his laugh too.

“Is that Aurora? Am I on speaker?” Kai demanded. He sounded annoyed.

“Yeah she’s here and so is Charlie” Jason replied calmly, still grinning from ear to ear. His other hand was laced with mine.

“Everything okay?” Kai asked a little more cautiously.

“Yeah. We took her to the playroom.” Jason made sure to emphasize the.

“No shit!” Kai said excitedly. “AND?” he practically squeaked out. Jason looked at me, his eyes silently asking me for permission or maybe to make sure I was still okay with everything. I nodded either way, giving them a small smile.

“She’s on-board Kai” Jason said excitedly and Kai screamed “FUCK YES!” I chuckled again.

Charlie then piped up adding “don’t let your pants tighten just yet. She asked to take things very slow and we agreed.”

“Of course! Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how happy you are making me.” Kai was really happy. He cleared his throat. “I almost forgot. I’m calling to remind you of the McCallister’s Children’s Charity Ball is tonight. I completely forgot about it.” He was sounding more like his hard-ass self now.

Jason and Charlie’s eyes bulged and I heard them curse under their breath. “Completely forgot.” Jason finally said. He ran his hand through his hair and then looked at his watch. “It’s now about five. Event starts in two hours.”

“Ben and I are wrapping up here and will be home in an hour.” Kai responded. “I already called Mags and she is on her way with a dress for Aurora. Good thing we pay her so well. Comes in handy when we need emergency clothes.”

Now it was my turn to bulge my eyes out. I was so stunned I didn’t register that Jason had closed the phone call .

“Aurora, sweetheart, we would like you to be our date for this ball tonight.” Jason was caressing my cheek softly with his knuckles. “Kai has arranged for a dress to be delivered. We need to leave about quarter to seven.” I just nodded and walked into my room.

My head was spinning with everything going on. I sat on my bed and let the headache subside. Just a few days ago I considered myself a captive and now I am going to enter into a sexually charged relationship with these powerful men. What the hell was I thinking? I continue to scold myself as I went to the bathroom and freshened up. By the time I exited the bathroom in my fluffy robe, a beautiful one shoulder, royal blue formal gown was laid on bed. It was tight in the bodice but flowed like a gracious river starting at my hips. A long slit up the left leg almost to my hip bone. Matching blue stiletto heels and a silver clutch purse was with it.

It took me thirty minutes to curl my hair and I pinned it behind my ears. I applied simple makeup with a smokey eye and found a black lace strapless teddy set that I wore underneath. The fabric of the dress was so soft and smooth. I felt beautiful.

A knock at the door at six forty brought me out of my self-ogling. One of my guards opened up my door and told me it was time. They walked with me down the hall and I turned to the staircase. At the base of the staircase were all four men and boy did they look handsome in their black tuxedos. Their mouths dropped open when they saw me descend, holding onto the banister tightly so I wouldn’t trip. I am pretty sure I saw each one of them try to subtly adjust the front of their pants which made me smile.

“Wow!” Was the response Ben had. The others couldn’t form words. I walked over to Kai and took my finger and helped him close his mouth. I winked at him playfully and he gave me a devilish smirk in return.

He then leaned down and whispered in my ear, “It is going to be really hard keeping my hands to myself tonight.” He kissed the side of my head and smiled when he saw the redness in my cheeks. Is it just me or is it starting to get a little toasty in here, I thought to myself.

Jason comes behind me and I see some fabric coming towards my face. Before my anxiety rises, I hear him say “It’s a mascaraed ball, darling,” and he secured the soft lacy fabric to my face. They led me out to the waiting limo but before we exited, I saw my reflection in the foyer mirror. My mask was dark blue but in a lace pattern that brushed above my eyebrows and flared out like little wings on the side. It was the same color as my dress and the ribbon was silver in color. I felt magical.

The limo ride, escorted by ten very armed and dangerous bullet proof Range Rovers, was about thirty minutes. I sat at the very far side, near the driver. Ben was the closest to me but he still gave me space. All the guys were chatting in their favorite foreign tongue. I had asked Ben what language it was and he simply replied Gaelic. No wonder it sounded extra sexy. I looked out the window and watched the vast dark forests become concrete buildings. I forgot how lively the big cities are, especially at night.

We arrived at the museum where the event was being held. There was a large red carpet in the center of the staircase. Paparazzi were swarming on two sides closest to the street in roped off sections. We pulled up to the center and before the door was opened, the guys put on their simple black masks.

“Aurora” Jason said my name sternly. “Stay with one of us at all times. Tonight is mainly full of our legitimate business partners but there are a few families that we deal with on the other side. It is very important that you do what we say. If you misbehave, you be punished severely. Understood?” He was no-nonsense now and looked at me like the devil himself so I nodded. He raised his eyebrow and said “I need words Aurora.”

“Yes, Master” I said automatically. It oddly felt easy and right. Jason closed his eyes and I saw him struggle a bit in his pants. He was trying to hide a smirk when he tapped on the glass of the door and it opened. I look at the others briefly and they too were adjusting the front of their pants. Horny Bastards.

They all scooted out of the limo and then it was my turn. Jason and Ben stayed by the door and held out their hands for me and helped me out of the car. They did not let my hands go as we walked up the steps. Jason walked us over to a section of reporters. Blinding flashes of the photographers were disorienting and the loud screams from the journalists were deafening. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable and kept my head down and tried to bury myself in Jason’s shoulder. I didn’t pay attention to what he was saying but luckily we weren’t there very long and we were off to the top of the building, through the doors and greeted immediately by staff with very expensive looking champagne flutes full of the bubbly liquid courage.

Charlie grabbed a glass and handed it me and I gently took it, saying thank you. He winked at me and I smiled in return.

For the next hour, the five of us walked around the simple white and silver decorated ballroom. I was introduced to many business associates of DuPont Enterprises and met two mafia families, the Santiago’s and the Biachi’s. Fernando Santiago flirted openly with me and tried to convince me to come with him, saying that he would gladly take me to his bed and give me the world. It was really uncomfortable. Kai almost killed him right then and there, but I pulled him to the dance floor and he settled down greatly.

As we danced, I looked over at one of the tables to see Jason and Charlie talking to a few other men in fancy suits, but what made my heart sink into my stomach was that there were two supermodel looking women dressed in the most scandalously clad dresses sitting on their laps. The blonde one on Jason’s lap looked to be kissing his neck and her slutty red nails were all over his chest.

I excused myself quickly to the bathroom, trying to hide the tears wanting to escape my eyes. What everyone in the ballroom failed to notice is that a very dangerous man, masked up and dressed handsomely in his tuxedo, was sitting in the corner, sipping his bourbon, was watching every move I made while several women whored themselves on the laps of his men.