91 - A Night to Remember, Part I

**Aurora POV**

I am currently sitting on my favorite chaise lounge in the library, reading a really good, cheesy romance novel. A large shadow engulfs the light around me and I look up. The four faces that always plague my dreams are looking at me, concern etched on their perfectly sculpted faces. Jason bends down to my level and reaches his hands towards my face. He pauses for a second before stroking my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn't even know I shed.

I closed my eyes at his touch and tried to keep my breathing steady.

"You okay Princess?" Kai asked warmly. He plopped down next to me and put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

I nodded my head slightly, trying to get out of his grip subtly but he just tightened his hold making me wince. I took a few moments and looked at each of the men, memorizing their faces. “I’m okay. It’s a really good book.” I smiled shyly and the guys all nodded.

"Come on let's go, sweet cheeks! We are hungry. We are taking you out." Jason said calmly.

Kai gives me a quick kiss on the lips and so does Charlie, to which I return and give a half smile. But before walking away with Jason and Ben, Charlie grabs my hand, leans down and whispers in my ear so only I can hear: "Don't try anything stupid Aurora. You know the rules and we always catch you. Wouldn’t want to have to punish the sweet ass in public. Be smart love." He kissed my temple and looked at me with a raised eyebrow looking for a response.

"Yes sir," I quietly replied. He nodded and walked out of the library. Jason and Ben each took one of my hands and led me to the front door. I was in a simple black and gold sundress that Ben picked out this morning. We walked into the foyer and I saw the house cleaners frantically cleaning the tile floor, the pungent smell of bleach was seeping into my pores it was that strong. Before I could ask what happened, they hurried me out the front door and ushered me outside. Waiting for us was the usual small army caravan. Twelve black Range rovers filled the front driveway and in the middle was a large black limo that looked like it could only be demolished by a tank.

My heartbeat increased thinking about how many guards there were. Jason didn't waste any time pushing me gently in the car. He followed right after, and Ben walked around and got in on the other side. Charlie and Ben were already in the car and they were both on their phones, typing away. They boxed me in the luxury mini tank, and both maybe sensing my nerves, placed their hands on my thighs. Ben started gently rubbing my left thigh up and down while Jason had a firmer grip on my right thigh but was making a circle pattern with his thumb. The two guards got in the front seats and soon the caravan was off.

The windows were tented quite dark, it was hard to see the surroundings despite the sun was still slightly in the sky. Both Ben and Jason were now on their phones too.

I found myself squirming a bit in my seat since my butt was still a bit sore from the paddle and butt vibrator they gave me earlier today. Having two muscular hands so close to my special flower was driving me crazy. I was slightly surprised as we were zooming through the empty service roads that I would have such an intense feeling between my legs. The heat pooling in my panties was enough to make me clench my insides.

I couldn't help but smile and shake my head at the memory. Clearly it wasn't as subtle as I thought because Ben caught it and asked, "What are you thinking about sweet pea?"

"Nothing," I said, shrugging my shoulders and turning my attention to my hands that were in my lap.

"Aurora." That one word out of his mouth held both authority that made me want to swoon as well as cower in fear. I noticed Jason's thumb had stopped moving and his grip tightened so I knew I was going to be in trouble soon. I slowly lifted my head and met his eyes.

"We are going to try this again. Don't lie to me. I have no problem in adding to your colorful collection on your ass right here, right now." he said sternly. I visibly gulped that invisible ball in my throat.

"I-I was thinking a-about that night in the playroom. The first time we went all the way" I said, hanging my head low. I was both embarrassed and turned on. I felt heat in my face as I continued to think about it.

Jason clicked his tongue while Ben lifted my chin to face him again. "That was an incredible night sweetheart. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I can't stop thinking about it too." His face was surprisingly sweet, and his beautiful eyes I always wanted to get lost in sparkled like the stars. My breath hitched. I couldn't help but smile in return.

Both of their hands resumed their silent torture on my thighs, and I found myself closing my eyes and reliving that insanely hot moment.

*2ish months ago*

I was discharged from the hospital three days after I woke up. I no longer had to wear bandages and I was even allowed to go back to training, although it was lighter than what it was, both at the warehouse and in the playrooms. Things had been going pretty well.

It was a Saturday night. I was getting ready for dinner. Jason liked it when I dressed up so he often requested I wear formal attire for dinner. Tonight I was rewarded with the chance to pick out my outfit.

I was in my closet, with a towel around my body, sifting through all the formal gowns hanging in a row; even the price tags still attached were designer. Some gowns cost more than a whole month's rent for me.

I had decided that today was the day. I was finally ready for the next step. These men, even though I knew they were dangerous, were quite sweet and endearing towards me. They pushed my boundaries and taught me how to love myself. They opened a new side of me, and I was becoming addicted.

At first, I thought that I was going to hate them and make them miserable, but they promised to care for me, and they have. I promised to give them a chance and I did, and boy did they not disappoint. I embraced my new role. I was their submissive and I was enjoying it.

I had gotten close to all of them. I was rarely alone, always with at least one of them. I naturally found myself gravitating towards the library or one of their many offices. They always checked in with me and dotted on me like a Princess sometimes. It was nice. No one had ever wanted to be with me for me before.

So tonight I was going to give them something we all secretly have wanted since the beginning. I was going to give them myself completely. I was ready. I was still a virgin sure, and they certainly were beasts in size and character, but this Belle was ready for the ball and she was going to claim her beasts. Or should we say balls? Oh my, can't believe I just went down that gutter.

So here I am going through this closet of obscene wealth looking for something that says, "fuck me" without saying "Look I'm a whore!" Fine line I know.

I eventually came across a black floor-length gown, with long sleeves full of lace. It was elegant. I took it off the hanger and at once knew this was the dress. It screamed sexy.

There was a low-cut slit in the front that would go down to my belly button. The lace appliqué softened the edges so it was subtle but no bra tonight. It would show all my curves and define my cleavage. There was a high-waisted slit on the left side but still hid the new scar I had. Glad they gave me weekly spa appointments. That full-body wax job will come in handy tonight. I don't want a 5 p.m. stubble on my legs wearing such a dress. No, this mama needs to be as smooth as silk.

I grab a pair of lace panties that barely cover my ass cheeks. It was practically a thong. I slipped on black open-toe stilettos before stepping into the dress.

I adjusted the ladies to fit inside the built-in bra. This dress was snug on the top but favored smoothly at the hips. I wore my hair in a French braid that I know all of them love and wore light makeup. I'm not a fan of putting plaster on my face. I can manage a little eyeliner or shadow, maybe some blush and mascara on occasion and my favorite peach color lip-gloss. Simple. If you don't like what you see, then fuck off, that's my opinion.

I look at the clock on the wall and I am right on time. I walk out of my room and nod my head to the two guards still outside my room. They follow me silently to the dining room where I know all four mafia men are waiting for me, their prize.