Entangled With The Mafia Boss

Chapter Two

They keep climbing up until they reach the last floor. On the last floor, there’s only one door.

One of the guards inserts the key card into the gap between the doorknob and door frame and then slides it down next to the doorknob. Pushing it in as far as it will go at a ninety degree angle to the door. The door opens, the guard turns on the lights and they all walk in except Andrea who just stands there looking into the room. From where she’s standing, she can tell that the room is massive.

“Move it!”, The earlier guard snaps and she forces her legs to move, walking into the room. She gasps when she sees how big the room is, it’s like a freaking suite. The room is tastefully furnished with expensive items. Her paycheck for fifty years will still not be enough to buy one of the items in the room.

‘Is this how all the rooms here are or is it just his?’, she wonders.

The masked man walks to another door and swipes a different key card. He looks over his shoulder at her and even though she can’t see his eyes or expression, she knows he wants her to follow him in. Saying another silent prayer, she walks up to him. He opens the door and walks into the dark room. The room is so dark, she can barely see a thing if not for the light from the living room illuminating the room a bit.

The masked man shuts the door and they’re both left in darkness. No sound is heard except the sounds of their breathing and probably Andrea’s rapidly beating heart.

After a minute of eerie silence, the bedside lamp comes on.

“What do you want with me?”, Andrea asks, trying to stop her racing heart and control her breathing.

“I didn’t give you the permission to speak”.

“I don’t need your permission to do anything!”, Andrea snaps, no longer giving a damn about anything. She won’t let a criminal treat her like s**t. She’s a freaking police officer who has been trained to take down criminals. At least, she was. Now, she’s a freaking undercover agent.

The masked man walks slowly towards her until his chest is nearly touching hers. He leans down, his mouth close to her ear and whispers. “In this room, you do”.

“Then why the fück am I in this room?! You just made me follow you without giving me the slightest idea of where you were taking me. Now, you have the guts to try to make up some shitty rules for me. Why the hell am I here Mr. Masked man?!”.

The Masked man doesn’t respond at first, he just looks at her. I seriously wish he would just take off his damn glasses so I can tell what the hell he’s thinking!.

“You’re here to pleasure me”, he whispers.

“Pleasure you?”, She laughs maniacally before scowling. “Do I look like a freaking cúnt to you?! I’m a server not some whóre. Why don’t you call one of them girls downstairs. I’m sure they’ll be honored and enthralled to pleasure you in many ways!”.

The masked man smirks and walks over to the side table, picking up the wine bottle; his back to her. “That mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson”. He says as he uncorks the bottle and pours the contents into two glass cups. He picks up the two glasses and turns to face her.

“Come here”, he orders. She contemplates obeying before deciding to answer. She walks up to him and he hands her a glass. “Drink up”.

“No. Who knows what the hell you put in it!”.

“It wasn’t a request”. He’s still so calm. Making no reactions whenever she snaps at him or speaks rudely. He’s so difficult to read probably because of the glasses but she doubts that. Even without the glasses on, he’ll probably still be difficult to read.

She stares at the glass for a few seconds before downing the contents. “Happy?!”, She snaps as she wipes her mouth clean.

“What is your name?”, He asks.

“How is that any of your business?”.

“Will you answer the question or not?”.

“Not”. The masked man nods slowly before downing down his glass.

“Are you a virgin?”. He asks. She contemplates lying at first but then realizes that the faster she gets him to trust her, the faster she can get incriminating evidence of him and his organization, the earlier she can get this over with and the earlier she can get back to being a special agent and not an undercover agent.

“No, I am not”.

“Good”. He walks over to the bed and gestures her to come closer with his forefinger. She rolls her eyes but goes to meet him all the same. “What are you willing to do to get out of this room alive? How much do you value your life?”.

Wait? What now?!

“Excuse me?!”, She asks, shocked.

“Answer the question. Time is ticking”. He can’t be serious! I’m still too young to end up dead. I haven’t lived life yet. I haven’t done anything fun. I’m just twenty four, I still have my whole life ahead of me. I can’t just die! At least not yet, I still need to start a family of my own!”.

“Any…. Anything”.

“Can you repeat that? I didn’t hear you the first time”.

“I said I’ll do anything!”.

“You must really value your life to say that”.

“Like you were expecting anything else!”, She snaps.

“You’re right, I wasn’t. On your knees”.

“What?!”.

“No questions. On your knees”. I glare at him but do as he says. “Good girl”, he says and pats her head. “I like my women submissive”.

“I’m not your woman!”, She snaps and he chuckles.

He unbuckles his belt and throws it on the bed then unbuttons his trousers. As he’s about to zip down, Andrea grips his wrist.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”.

The masked man leans down to look at her. “Do. Not. Ever. Again. In your life. Touch me”. He sounds threatening. She lets go of his wrist but doesn’t look away. “You have fire in you”, he adds, straightening back up. “I really can’t wait for the day that fire dies out”.

“Too bad, because that’s never going to happen”.

“You intrigue me. Out of the ladies I’ve had encounters with, you’re the most brave, the most bold. No one has ever had the guts to speak to me the way you do, not even my men”.

“I’ll take that as a compliment”, she smirks.

“There are so many ways I can put that smart mouth of yours to good use. It would be a waste if it’s not used properly”.

“What ways are those?”. The masked man smirks.

“Aurelio!”, He calls and the door opens. “Bring me two experienced women. The Manager will pick them for you”.

The guard named Aurelio nods and walks out the door, gently shutting the door behind him.

“Women? For what reason?”.

“You’ll see”, he chuckles darkly. “I have one more rule for you and this time I expect you to follow it because your life will depend on it. No matter what, DO NOT close your eyes. Is that clear?”. She nods, not really sure what he means by that.

“With your words!”.

“Yes, it’s clear”.

“Good. Now get up”. The door opens and in walks two women; one blonde haired and another dark haired. Both dressed in nothing but a thong.

Ah Crap!

The masked man beckons them over and they both catwalk to him, their butts jiggling with every step.

“Remember”, he calls to Andrea. “Do not close your eyes”. Fück!

WARNING! EXPLICIT SCENES AHEAD!

The blonde woman kisses the masked man, her hands roaming around his clothed chest while the dark haired one undoes his zipper, pulling his trousers down to his leg.

She grabs his dîck through his briefs and starts to rub it roughly. “Just so you know server”, he says, breaking the kiss. “I like it rough”.

The blonde woman pulls off his suit jacket and flings it then moves on to unbuttoning his shirt. He lets out a moan when the dark haired lady starts palming him.

This is too much for me. HOW DARE HE!! I’m just an undercover agent! Why the hell is he turning me to someone watching pórn!

He sits down and the dark lady pulls off his trousers completely while the Blondie tosses his shirt across the room. She lock eyes with him and he smirks. “Got a problem, server?”. She rolls her eyes at him but deep down, she’s seething with anger.

The dark haired lady pulls off his briefs making his erect dîck spring free. Andrea gasps when she sees his size before turning away in embarrassment, her cheeks turning pink.

The dark haired lady spreads his legs apart and settles between them then wraps her fingers around his dîck and takes it in her mouth. The masked man arches his back and starts to thrust roughly in her mouth while she lets out loud moans.

The Blondie takes off her thong and climbs the bed, sitting with her thighs spread wide on the masked man’s face. Yuck!

The Blondie arches her back and let’s out a moan, her eyes roll backwards. The masked man uses his fingers to spread her vàgina lips apart, thrusting his tongue deep in her, teasing her. He thrusts one finger in her and she lets out a cry.

The fact that he’s able to thrust into the mouth of the dark haired lady and still eat out the Blondie amazes Andrea. Watching them makes her start to feel things she hasn’t felt in years. A yearning for what is being done to the blonde lady. She wants it so bad but she won’t give in to her desires. She has no idea what the masked man intentions are for making her watch him fûck the girls but whatever his reasons are, she won’t let him win. The earlier she shows him she’s not to be messed with, the better. That will teach him to show her a little bit of respect.

He removes his fingers from inside her and starts to roughly fondle her bööbs while still eating her out.

The dark haired lady pulls her mouth away and settles down on the bed beside him. The masked man adjusts himself so that he’s in the middle of the bed and no longer at the edge, the Blondie’s a$$ still in his mouth.

The dark haired lady grabs his dîck again and starts to play with it. Rubbing her fingers from the base to the shaft and from the shaft back down to the base, flicking his balls in the process.

The masked man is huge in size. Probably 13 inches long and really big. “I can’t imagine that in me”, Andrea murmurs lowly.

He slides the Blondie down and settles her down really hard on his dîck, making her take him in at once. She lets out a loud cry but he doesn’t let her adjust. Instead, he starts thrusting roughly into her immediately, bouncing her up and down. His balls making slapping sounds against her a$$, her bööbs bouncing up and down.

The dark haired girl grabs one of her bööbs and places it in his mouth. He sucks on it hard, biting and teasing her n****e while still fûcking the blonde.

With a few more hard thrusts, the Blondie comes hard, her release dripping down her thighs. The masked man pulls out from inside her and pushes her aside, the dark haired lady taking over after taking off her thong. He flips them over so that he’s on top and she’s below. He places one of her legs on his shoulder, increasing his pace; the bed making squeaking sounds.

After a few more thrusts, he flips her over so that she’s standing on her fours. He presses her back down, her butt shooting up in the air and spreads her thighs wide with his knees. He slips two of his fingers into her vàgina and thrusts hard into her anüs causing her to scream.

“Fûck!”, She yells, her slick juices dripping down her thighs and onto the bed. “Oh my! You feel so good. Oh yes!”.

“Can I at least cover my ears?!!”, Andrea snaps, already getting annoyed and cranky. The masked man chuckles amusingly.

“No, you can not. Though, you’re welcome to join us”.

“Yuck!, I’ll pass, thanks”.

“Your loss”. A few more thrusts and she comes for the third time. The Masked man thrusts a few more times before pulling out. The dark haired lady collapses onto the bed.

“Get out!”, He orders and they both stumble out, their thongs held close to their chests.

“That was mean”, Andrea murmurs. The masked man gets down from the bed and walks over to her. She quickly averts her gaze, looking anywhere but his naked body.

“I’m not nice, so don’t expect me to be and don’t be surprised”. He grips her jaw and turns her to face him. “I want you to come with me”.

“To do what?”.

“Things. Many things”.

“If you’re expecting me to be your own personal whöre, count me out!”.

He chuckles. “You need experience server and this mouth of yours”, tapping her lightly on the mouth. “Needs to be taught a lesson”. This is your chance of getting into his organization, don’t blow it Andrea also don’t go to easily so he won’t be suspicious. “And I’m pretty sure you were turned on by what you just witnessed”.

“Paleazee, only an insane person will be turned on by that crap”.

“Hm”, he sighs and slips his hand under her dress, gently palming her through her underwear.

“Hey!”, She snaps, taking a few steps back.

“You’re wet. Which only means you’re an insane person”, he smiles.

“Fùcker”, she murmurs, making an attempt to pull her dress down.

“What is your name, server?”.

“Eliza”, she scowls.

“Come with me”, he says but it doesn’t sound like a request but an order.

“And what exactly will I be doing with you? You’ll be taking me away from this job and I need it”.

“You’ll be my personal assistant. Help me to reduce the workload a little. What do you say, Eliza?”.