The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

7 – No Escape? Aurora

I feel a walm calming sensation against my cheek that brings me back from the depths of my dreamless state. I can’t help but lean into it and let out a soft moan as I try to cuddle closer to the source.

A light chuckle forces me to suddenly open my eyes and takes me a few blinks to fully awaken and register a face close to mine. Not just any face, an angelic sculpted face hiding the true demonic nature of the one and only Charlie DuPont. He is wearing a black full sleeve dress shirt, top two buttons undone, and black business slacks.

“Good morning sweetheart. Sleep well?” he coos.

I can’t help but remain speechless. I blink a few more times before my breath hitches in my throat and tears begin to silently flow down my cheeks.

“Sshhh little one. It’s okay. It’s okay” Charlie calmly says as he cups my face with his big hands and begins to wipe away my tears with his thumbs. I can feel the cool metal of his rings against my heated cheeks. He continues to murmur sweet nothings until the tears stop and I begin to just sniffle as my breath comes back to me.

“Good girl.” He praises. With that said my lower belly tightens and heat rushes to my core. I can’t believe can have a reaction like this to my kidnapper. What is wrong with me? I have to mentally shake my head out of my own thoughts. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“W-wh-what d-do y-you w-w-want?” I stutter out. My throat is still so hoarse.

He smiles and tilts his head. He leans in so his face is so close to me. Just a few mere inches and our l*ps could touch. I can’t help but look at his pink l*ps and I bite my lower l*p trying to control the warm fuzzy feelings in my belly.

He leans in further and just as I think he is going to k*ss me; he changes directions and places his l*ps to my forehead and lingers there.

When he releases my face, he turns his b*dy briefly and grabs the water bottle that was sitting on the side table. He uncaps it and brings his strong hand under my head and helps support me, bringing the bottle to my l*ps. I greedily open up and allow the cool liquid to rush into my b*dy.

He takes the bottle away when it is nearly finished and flashes that million-dollar pantry dripping smile. I stare at him, raising an eyebrow waiting for an answer.

He takes a breath before saying so calmly, “You already know what we want sweetheart. You. You are ours. We love you! We brought you home.” He whispers that last part.

I was speechless. My m o u t h opens and closes like a gasping fish for a moment. Trying to comprehend this absurdity. Then I became angry.

“Home?” I spat. “This is NOT my home. And I am NOT yours. If you love me like you say you do, then RELEASE ME!” I practically scream while pulling once again on the restraints that bind me to this bed.

Charlie just looks at me with amusement and adoration on his face. The small smile would be hot if he wasn’t my f u c k i n g kidnapper.

“You. Are. So. Cute when angry!” He says while booping my nose with each word. It’s revolting! I try to him a glare that would chop him up finer than the onions I put in my soups, but it only makes him chuckle.

“I will release your cuffs if you promise to be a good girl for us. Breakfast is ready. You must be hungry, love.” He stated and before I could tell him I wasn’t interested in his food, my tummy grumbled loudly. I couldn’t help but feel heat in my cheeks. I am sure if I looked in the mirror above me, my face would be as red as the sheets.

Charlie smirked. “You promise to be good girl for us?”

I knew I had to play along. I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of defeat. “Y-yes” I said.

“Yes, what?” he pushed. Is he serious?

Dammit. I’m really hungry. Fine, I’ll play his s t u p i d little game.

“Yes, sir?” I replied, but more like a question.

“Good girl. I am going to release your restraints now. You will NOT attempt to run away. You will remain on this bed. I will grab your clothes and dress you. You will NOT fight me. We will walk down to the dining room together and you will hold my hand the entire time and will not fight me. Understood?” His aura is dominant, and I feel compelled to submit.

“Y-yes sir” I squeak out.

With another nod of approval, he reaches to the bedside table and retrieves a key. A key! So even if I was able to touch the damn cuffs, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything. This just keeps getting better.

He begins with my wrists and releases them. I gently rub my wrists to help regain circulation while he lifted the sheet from my feet and then released those bonds as well. I slowly sit up, holding the sheet to my nearly bare chest in hopes of covering the last strand of dignity I have.

Charlie looks at me intently. Within a beat, he is right next to me, sitting down on the edge next to me. His weight dipping the mattress and his tall muscular figure still towering over my small frame. The amber lighting framing his figure like an angelic glow. He grabs my wrists in a tight hold and forcefully brings them down to my side. A smirk on his face as the sheet falls into my lap exposing my lacy bra, the globes of my D breasts are sitting nicely inside the cups, making them look full. My cleavage is defined and accented by the little lace applique.

My nipples instantly harden with his proximity. Thank God my bra is black, and the room is dark, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing. My breath quickens and my chest rises and falls rapidly. “Never hide yourself from us dear. You are breathtaking my love. You belong to us, all of you. Remember that.” He stands and once again places a k*ss on my forehead and then my cheek and then turns his back to me to walk to the closet.

I released the breath that I didn’t know I was holding. My hands at my sides as I begin to tremble. I am beyond scared thinking about what these men are going to do to me.

Charlie came out with black fabric folded over his right arm and simple white close toe flats in his left hand.

“Stand” he commands as he makes his way over to the side of the bed closest to me.

I do as he instructs, allowing the rest of my b*dy to be exposed to him. I hesitantly began to move my arms to cover myself but one stern look and a low baritone growl from Charlie stopped me. I tried to look anywhere else, feeling the heat of my cheeks through my entire b*dy.

“Simply exquisite. You are so beautiful Aurora.” he said, admiring the view. I glanced at him and noticed him adjusting the front of his pants. An obvious bulge straining against the fabric.

“Take a picture, it will last longer” I blurt out with disdain. S h i t. I quickly bite my l*p and lower and shake my head.

“I would love to sweetheart. Thanks! Later though” he retorts and winks at me. “And watch the attitude dear. Next time I won’t hesitate to take you over my knee and make your a s s red for being a brat” he adds, his dominating aura radiating against my soul.

I kept quiet as he began to help me dress. He bent down slightly and opened the dress for me to step into. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders for support. My god, he must spend every spare moment in the gym.

He helps me shimmy the tight fabric against my skin. I stick my arms in my sleeves. He turns me around, so my back is facing his chest and slowly zips me up, allowing his index finger to lightly skim my back. I involuntarily shiver at the gentle sensation. It is arousing and I can’t help but exhale loudly. It takes every ounce of control not to rub my legs together to assist the warm pooling between my legs.

Charlie plants a few soft k*sses on my slightly exposed shoulder while rubbing my arms up and down in comfort. The dress I am wearing is clearly designer.

It is skintight, hugging all my curves and ending just above the knee. Small caped white sleeves, a box style cut at the top with a white fabric bow in the middle. A simple white embroidery is also on the edge of the skirt. My large breasts are tight against the fabric, almost corset like keeping the girls nice and snug. My cleavage pushed slightly more to the top. My braided hair is then placed over my left shoulder by Charlie, and he gives one gentler k*ss to the right side of my neck.

I sl*p into the white lace covered flats placed in front of me and Charlie takes my right hand with his left and guides me to the door. He knocks 3 times and then there is a sound of a lock clicking. Click. Click. Click. Three locks and then the door is opened. I only see one lock on this side of the door.

Well ain’t that just a whole lot of gravy for granny’s meatloaf.

Two large guards the size of linebackers, dressed in all black button-down shirts, black slacks, dress shoes and red ties. They adorn those clear plastic earpieces in their ears and have visible guns in a shoulder holsters. They stand at either side of the door. Do all these men snort raw protein powder? They are huge!

The guards begin to follow us as we make our way down the hall.

Damn it. If I thought I could easily escape before, I was wrong. There is no easy way to escape.