The Auditor and the Mafia King

Chapter 4

Antonio’s POV

Getting a call for an emergency meeting threw a wrench in my plans for this week. Having to fly to Italy to take care of some business was the last thing I needed to do. Luca had to go with me, which means we didn’t have the opportunity to look over our books this week. Flying out on Tuesday afternoon and coming back Saturday morning screwed us over. I can’t stop thinking about this little minx I saw at the airport either. Nobody has gotten under my skin like that before. I wanted to haul her over my shoulder and spank her until she knew who was boss. She had the audacity to call me an *sshole in front of my men. I’ll show her how an *sshole treats someone like her. If I ever see her again, she will wish she never opened her mouth.

Saturday nights big event is coming up in a few hours, so I have just enough time to finish up some paperwork I missed from being in Italy and then get downstairs to greet my guests. This is one of the most exclusive and noteworthy events of the year. Blackout will be under strict guard tonight; I can’t have anything happen to interrupt this party. There will be politicians, celebrities and ultra-wealthy clients here, along with a few other mafia Don’s.

Picking up my phone I called Matteo. “Matteo, make sure Dante and Dario are on top of security. Nothing can interfere with this party. We need this to go down perfectly.”

“I’ve got it dad. Dante and Dario already ensured that they have Nico and Valentino along with their top 20 soldiers already in position. We have lookouts on the roof and positioned in a few strategic buildings near the club. There is also the usual club security as well. Everything is well guarded. Don’t worry!” Matteo said.

I got dressed in one of my backup office suits. I have a bedroom, bathroom and closet attached to the back of my office for the days I work too late and just want to sleep here. Heading downstairs I shake the thought of the brown-haired girl out of my head for the millionth time today. Thoughts of her perfectly pink lips and her mouthy attitude keep creeping into my mind. I need a distraction and the party will be a good one.

“Good evening boss,” my head of security for the club Nathaniel said. “We’re ready to go and have all of the precautions in place. Do you need anything or want to double check any of our protocols for the night?”

“I trust you Nathaniel to not screw this up,” I told him. He has worked for us for the last three years and has worked events just like this before. He also knows if he screws anything up his head will be on a stake in no time. “Just make sure every recording device, smart watch, cellphone and anything else someone can record on or take photos from is collected. I don’t need clients who are being blackmailed.”

“You got it boss,” he said as he walked away. Turning to the door I see some of my favorite clients coming in, some of my fellow Don’s and allies. Petro Ruzzo and Danilo Trulla, dons of their respective families, are being searched and given tickets to pick up their belongings later. “Welcome gentleman, I hope tonight is up to your usual standards,” I said as I waved them further into the room. “I have your regular requests if that is still your plan for the night.” These two are both married but still operate like single men when out. What happens in the club stays in the club, although I’m sure their wives know all about their activities, they don’t exactly keep their mistresses a secret.

“The dungeon is available for use tonight?” Danilo asks. “I have some stress I need relieved and can’t wait to see my usual girl. Is she already ready for me?”

“The dungeon is ready for use, but we aren’t opening the doors to the VIP suites or private suites for another hour. We have some announcements to make and want to be sure everyone is listening,” I responded. We have five private suites that include two rooms called the dungeons, fully equipped with everything from a St. Andrew’s cross and four poster bed to cabinets of rope and whips. Those rooms run $10,000 a night and are usually booked out months in advance. My announcement has to do with those rooms. The clients are sure to be excited about the new advancements coming.

As the party is in full swing, I stand up to prepare my announcement. Looking around the room I can see the s****l tension. My bartender and servers are clad in different outfits to suit the party goer’s different tastes. I see sexy schoolteachers, nurses, outfits with tiny leather straps barely covering large breasts and neatly shaved p***y, outfits that make the girls look like a much younger version of themselves, easy access and scantily clad yet sophisticated and sexy looks. They may earn enough in tips from tonight to pay their entire bills for the year. The rules are simple, they are allowed to be touched according to certain chokers. White means they only allow tips to be given to them in their waistband or breasts, no other touching than that and they are not willing to be taken to a private room or give a dance. Yellow means they allow themselves to be touched over their clothing anywhere on their body and are willing to give dances. Green means they allow themselves to be brought to a VIP room and allow themselves to be fully touched, even f*cked, on the main floor of the club. Red means they don’t want any touching and will only serve as a plain waitress or bartender, tips must be handed to them properly.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” I begin my announcement, “I am so glad you are all here tonight. Blackout wouldn’t be a success without your patronage. Tonight, I want to make some announcements that I think you will all love. We are expanding this club and will be offering more to you. We currently have six VIP rooms on the second floor, four private rooms and two dungeon rooms. We will be removing the dungeon rooms,” before I can continue there are gasps and looks of worry on the floor. “Don’t worry! We aren’t getting rid of them,” I reassure my guests. “We are going to switch the current dungeon rooms to regular private rooms since we have a need for more regular private rooms. And we will be renovating the third floor to be a dungeon. There will be four dungeons, two can be rented privately and the other two will be of use for clients on a regular basis through membership. These two rooms won’t be private, they will be large and will be able to accommodate numerous people at a time. If you want the privacy of a dungeon room, we still have the two rooms you can book but the main and larger two rooms will be able to be used while others are also using them.”

I look out and see many of my patrons excited. I knew this plan would be a good step forward. The dungeons are one of our fastest and most requested rooms. “This will take about a month to accomplish. We have staff around the floor you can discuss this with and talk about what is required for membership and what benefits you will receive from it. Now, to begin the party let’s raise the stage. We have a small show for you tonight!”

As I say that a small stage lifts in the middle of the room. I had this put in for our usual DJ but tonight our DJ is in another part of the room on another raised stage. Lights shine on the stage highlighting a beautiful woman strapped into a St Andrews cross. She is only wearing a black mask. Behind her stands a large man, muscular, dark hair, neatly trimmed facial hair. He wears a pair of black leather pants and black boots. In his hand he holds a whip. “Now slut, you are going to count and thank me for every lash you receive tonight. You were a naughty slut and are receiving twenty lashes. You do not have permission to c*m. Understand?” The burly man asks.

“Yes master,” she responds.

As the whip comes down on her breasts, she lets out a slight gasp, “one, thank you master.” Again, the whip comes down, this time on her ass. “Two, thank you master.” Again and again, she is whipped, the front and back of her body sparing no part. She has lovely pink lines forming. “Fifteen, thank you master,” she breathily says as the whip came down on her p***y. “Master, please may I c*m?” she desperately asks. “No slut, you may not,” he sternly responds. Another four whips are given quickly in secession. One final whip given to the middle of her core; the sound of her wet slick p***y can be heard throughout the room. “Twenty master, thank you. Please can I come?” she begs. “Not yet slut. This was just the first half of your punishment. Bad girls don’t get to c*m,” he tells her.

“The rest of your punishment will include orgasm denial. You are not allowed to c*m. You must hold it until I give you permission when I decide you have been punished enough. Do you understand slut?” he tells her. “Yes master,” she quietly states.

He then proceeds to clamp her n*****s with beautiful gold and diamond clamps. She hisses as he tightens the clamps on her hard pink n*****s. Her p***y juice is running down her legs, her arousal is apparent to everyone in the room. Next, he lubes up a butt plug with a red diamond end and inserts it into her beautifully marked ass. Her juice drips even more.

“Master please let me c*m,” she begs. “Tell everyone why you are being punished slut,” he demands. “I took matters into my own hands and gave myself orgasms while master told me I could not,” she tells the audience, “I was supposed to wait for my master while he was at work and not touch myself, but I couldn’t wait. I am such a slut; I didn’t wait for my master, and I couldn’t stop touching myself. I took my orgasms for myself and didn’t allow my master the satisfaction of watching me or giving me permission.”

“And how many orgasms did you give yourself without my permission?” he asked. “Seven,” she responded. “I will bring you to the brink of orgasm seven times slut, on the eighth time you may orgasm,” he told her. He proceeded to bring her to the brink of orgasm over and over, she was crying silent tears, and you could tell just the tiniest touch would set her off. “When I touch your c**t, you may c*m slut,” he told her and proceeded to flick her c**t with his fingers. She screamed in ecstasy while her body convulsed, and she squirted so hard the men standing close to the platform received some of her juice. The audience erupted into cheers and the platform lowered down into the floor while the party continued.

“Boss, we have a situation,” Dante, one of my capos, told me over my earpiece. What the f*ck could possibly be going on now, I thought to myself.