Warming The Mafia’s Bed

Tessa's POV; "Mmm… "I purr gently from the depths of my throat as I slide up and down on the remarkable c**k of the fuckboy who is currently under me. "f**k… "I moan as I shut my eyes. Enjoying the feeling of raw pleasure as the hard schlong slides deeper into me when I push myself down on it, and then how it slides almost completely out of me when I pull myself up. But despite how much I'm enjoying myself, I can sense the heavy fear of the young man beneath me. I really don't care though. This isn't the first time I'm seeing a man get scared of being intimate with me or nervous about the fact that I'm having s*x with them. It's just one of those things that come with being the only daughter of a renowned mafia. Not only am I my father's only daughter, but I'm his only child. His little princess, and the heir to take over and rule the gang after him. My father can do anything for me. And when I'm upset, he can turn mountains over from their very roots. After my mom died while giving birth to me, I became his world, and he became mine. And these men are scared that if they don't satisfy me, their lives would be at risk. They are right though. I could put an end to their lives for a bad performance if I want to, and nothing will happen to as little as a hair on my head. But I'm not so cruel. So, even if they don't satisfy me, I let them go. "f**k, I'm gonna c*m… "I moan as feel my body shake and my eyes roll back, and the fine young man laying frozen under me like a log of wood, does nothing, and I almost laugh at the height of his fear. I feel my p***y clench against his d**k, and a torrent of curses escapes me as I let out all of my juice, with this man's c**k still buried deep inside me. I collapse on his chest to catch my breath, and then there's a knock on my door. "¿¡Quién es!? " *Who is it!? *I call in irritation, in Spanish. My late mother's language, and one of my father's men replies. "Siento molestarle señora. Pero el jefe exige tu presencia abajo." *Sorry to bother you, ma'am. But the boss demands your presence downstairs. *The man says, and I roll my eyes. Why does my father have such horrible timing?? "Dígale que actualmente estoy en una reunión y que necesito alrededor de una hora para redondear. Me acercaría a él tan pronto como terminara. " *Tell him that I'm currently in a meeting and I need about an hour to round up. I will come down to him as soon as I'm done. *I reply, and the man answers with a yes, and leaves. Leaving me to finish up with this f**k boy who I've hired, and who is behaving more like a paralyzed man, than an actual s*x worker. I didn't tell any lies. I am in a meeting. If my dad thinks I mean an official meeting, then that is his cross to carry. I didn't say what type of meeting I was in. "Go. Get lost from my sight. Wait for me in the bathroom. And by the time I get there, you should better have gathered some balls, and give me the services I paid your boss for. Except you want me to cut off your d**k and wear it around your neck for you! "I reply, and I watch fear wash over him. "Yes ma'am."He replies, and rushes off into my bathroom, causing me to chuckle lightly. Now, why won't I love being a mafia's daughter?? ****** I walk out into the sun with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie as I walk toward our garden to meet my father. I know why he called me down here. My birthday is in two weeks, and he always gives me pre and post-birthday gifts. He gets me one, two weeks before my birthday, one on my birthday, and another, days after my birthday. It's been a tradition for as long as I remember, and I do the same for him. I walk towards the bench under the tree where he's sitting, and his face lights up as soon as he sees me. "Ah, mi cisne dorado... ¿Cómo estás? " *Ah, my golden swan... How are you? * He questions with a broad smile. Calling me by the nickname he has called me by for time immemorial now, and I smile. "I'm fine dad. You called for me. "I reply, as I sit beside him and rest my head on his chest while listening to him breathe. But for the first time ever, I notice that his breathing is not unstable... And a bit rough. "Dad? ¿Estás bien? (Are you okay?) "I question him in alarm as I pull my hands out of my pocket and look up at him, and he looks down at me with creased brows. "Why? I'm perfectly fine, Tessa. "He replies, and I give him a look as I sit up. "Your breathing says otherwise. "I note, and he laughs. "Oh, it must just be excitement from the gift I want to give to you today. And besides, I only just got back from jogging, a while back. "He then says, and I eye him suspiciously as I don't fully believe his claims. "¡Matteo! ¡Tráelo! (Matteo! Bring it in!) "He then abruptly demands. His voice and aura quickly shifting from how sweet and warm it was with me, to stern and frigid. I am not fazed by this sudden change. I've gotten used to it over the years and have even mastered the art myself. The only person's my father and I show compassion and tenderness to, are each other. Asides from us, no one else gets to see our soft sides. We keep them locked up and away. The world only gets to see frigid versions of us. My father is a head of a ruthless mafia gang. To the world, he is a stone-cold killer... He is, but he is still my father. My sweet, loving father and I am his heir. His entire world. Just like he is mine. And I want nothing more than to take over from him and take after him. I want to make him proud and be the most successful female mafia leader the world has ever seen. He tells me that my dreams are possible, and I chose to believe them. I have learned the trade and undergone all sorts of training and teaching from my father over the years. Prepping me for a role he knows I am dying to take someday. I am still staring at my father curiously, wondering what he has gotten this time around for me, on my 26th birthday, when Matteo. One of my father's closest men comes wheeling a power bike towards us, and I freeze. It's not just a power bike, it's a 2022 MV augusta rush!!! One of the fastest and most elaborate power bikes in the world!! "¡Papá!? " *Dad!? * I yell in excitement as I stand to my feet and stare at the exquisite black and red beauty. Causing my father to chuckle beside me, as he stands. "It's beautiful... "I exclaim. So close to tears, and he laughs. "I had hoped you would like it. Happy birthday, sugar cube. "He then says as he wraps an arm around my shoulders, and I turn to him and wrap him in a firm hug. Causing him to laugh again. He indeed knows me well. He was right that I would like this gift. In fact, I love it. I have been a biker since I was 9. I had this crazed love for bicycles and as I grew older, the love got diverted to power bikes. To me, it's one of the best things in the world, riding on a powerful bike at full speed with all the care in the world off your shoulders, the wind hugging your entire body, and soothing your nerves. I've been meaning to get myself this particular make of power bike, but since I just got one bike last month, I didn't think it would be logical for me to demand another one. But I guess my dad didn't see it that way. I am still beaming with smiles when my father suddenly begins to take shaky breaths, and when I look up at him, I see his eyelids fluttering. "Dad? "I call in alarm as he begins to fall. But Matteo quickly rushes behind him and catches him before he reaches the ground. "Dad! "I scream in panic, but I watch his eyes fall shut as blood begins to escape from his nose. I watch in horror as Matteo then speaks into his handheld transceiver. "More men needed at the east wing urgently. The boss is down. Get doctor Rico here, as soon as possible. " In less than five seconds after he says that, five other of my father's men dressed in black suits arrive at the scene and I watch in panic as they lift my father and rush him into the villa. What is going on? I knew his breathing sounded funny. I rush after the men up to my father's room, with my heart running several miles per second. He's bleeding through the nose. What could be wrong with him!? He seemed so fine just a few seconds ago... What's going on!?