Warming The Mafia’s Bed

4. Ambush

Tessa's POV;

My mind has been racing, and my blood has been boiling all day. There are only two things in the world that help me to truly relax. One is biking, and the other... I'm staring at it right now.

I've tried biking, but it failed miserably at relaxing me. I couldn't stop thinking about my dad and even almost got into an accident. So here I am. Down to my second option.

Sex.

I stare at the blindfolded man under the shower, and I can sense his anxiety from the entrance of the bathroom where I'm standing.

I can only imagine how he felt when he discovered that his boss was sending him to pleasure Theresa Gold.

It's hilarious how these men turn into babies whenever they're behind locked doors with me. The fear for one's life really is a powerful thing. Who would have thought that a man so well-built would be quivering like a timid child because he has to please me?

He's not just shaking from the cold water the shower is bathing him with, but he's also oozing of fear. Severe fear. But I like it. I like having the upper hand over these men and dominating them. Both behind locked doors, And in the business world. My dad has taught me that no man is above me, and anything a man can do, I can always find a way to do too, and even better.

"What's your name? "I question, and he quickly snaps his head in my direction.

"An... Anthony. My name is Anthony, ma'am. "He replies, and I cringe at what he just called me.

"Ma'am!? I'm still in my twenties. Call me by my name. Tessa! "I scold, and the blindfolded blonde jumps a bit. I only like formal titles in formal settings. Not when I'm not working.

"Y.. yes, Tessa... "He replies, and I smirk as my eyes land on his flaccid d**k. The sight of the thing alone sends shivers through me. Mica does have some of the best boys in the business...

"You have quite a remarkable cock... "I note as I bite my lower lip and trail my fingers into the lingerie I'm wearing, down to my slit, and inhale sharply as my fingers brush past my c**t.

I walk towards him and get on my knees in front of him. And as I place a hand on his right thigh to get balance, he quivers a bit, and I smirk. This is gonna be fun.

"Relax... I don't bite. Unless you want me to... "I say to him, before licking his smooth, delicate cap, and he exhales softly. Causing me to smirk.

I balance properly on my calves and begin to juggle his delicate balls in the fingers of my left hand while running my right hand up and down his tusk.

"Fuck... "He whispers as his head rolls back and rests on the wall behind him, and I almost moan at how thick his voice is.

"You like that, don't you? "I question as I suck on his cap but quickly pull away from it, and he groans.

I take my mouth down to his balls, and as I pull the tender sacks into my mouth, my tongue begins to roll over them while I suck. Enjoying the delicate feel of such sensitive skin in my mouth.

I know I'd kill him if I dare to bite, and the knowledge of how much he is at my mercy satisfies me.

I pull away from his balls, and then I swallow his entire, now rising c**k, into my mouth, consuming as much of it as I can, and even letting his cap slide into my throat.

I begin to suck and lick the beautiful work of art in my mouth while massaging the base of his c**k with my fingers, and he moans again.

"Shit... "

He soon places his hands on my head and begins to f**k my throat, but I don't stop him. His tusk is so big, it expands my throat, but thanks to my good gag reflexes, I quickly recover from each stretch.

I allow him f**k my throat for a little while longer as I enjoy the feel of his c**k sliding down in and out of my throat. It's so good, it increases the dampness between my legs, in my panties.

When I've had enough of him having his fun, I decide it's time for me to take control again. I pull away from him and stand to my feet.

I pull my lace bra down, revealing my erect, pink n*****s, and I step closer to him. Letting my perky n*****s press against his bare chest.

"Now I see your boss knew what she was doing when he recommended you to me... "I whisper in his ear before locking lips with him, and I almost melt at how delicate and soft his reddish lips feel.

"Fuck... "I moan into the kiss as I abandon his d**k and place both my hands on the sides of his face. Kissing him deeply. Devouring his tender lips and enjoying the sweet feeling of his tongue in my mouth and his hands now cupping and squeezing my naked butt.

Once I'm out of breath, I pull away from him, and I smirk when I sense his hunger. I didn't give him a chance to c*m and the fact that he is blindfolded only adds to his tension and anxiety.

I take my head down to his n*****s and as I spread and run my tongue over his left n****e, he shudders violently with a curse.

"Fuck... "He moans, causing me to smile in satisfaction, and I capture his tiny n****e in my mouth and begin to suck. Causing him to twist a twirl like a helpless worm in my hands.

"Come with me... "I coo as I turn off the shower, and lead him back into the room by his c**k. I make him sit on one of the leather chairs in the room, and cuff one of his hands behind him. Restraining some of his movement.

He knew what he was in for before we began. His boss must have briefed him on the type of woman I am. One who likes being in charge in every area of my life, including the bedroom.

I kneel in front of him, and once again put my mouth to work as I begin to suck and pleasure his c**k, and I am impressed by how big his d**k is as it grows even harder and thicker.

"Shit... "I moan under my breath when I notice how wet I've become and I pull off my drenched, underwear and stand in front of him.

I take his free hands between my legs which I have now spread widely apart, and as his fingers make their way into my wet slit, a moan escapes me...

"Ah... "I moan as his thumb finds my c**t, and as he presses it down, I feel my body shiver violently. I take hold of his shoulders for support as he begins to masterfully f**k my p***y with his fingers, but once I'm close to cumming, I stop him.

I place my hands on his shoulders and straddle him. Gently lowering myself on his erect c**k, and my head rolls back in glee at the amazing feeling of his thick rod sliding into my now extremely wet and slippery p***y.

"Damn it... "He moans, as my p***y hungrily hugs his c**k, and as I finally sit on him, with his entire length inside me, my eyes roll back. Rolling almost completely in at how pleasurable this feels.

He wraps his free hand around my tiny waist, and I begin to bounce furiously on his c**k. Slamming myself down on his d**k like a hammer on a nail, and our moans and grunts fill the air as I feel his c**k hit the entrance of my womb with every bounce. The slapping sound of our skin and the screeching of the chair mixes with the darkness of the room. As I carry on with my unfiltered, undiluted, lustful ways.

I soon lose myself to lust, and I go into my usual crazed blur of ecstasy and blinding pleasure. Cuming for a total of three times in one night...

This ought to clear my head and help me think right about the next step to take.

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Cameroon's POV;

I have once again come for my private walk. My men often stop my car at a distance, and I walk down here alone. Just to look. To look at the spot at the roadside where my mother and I spent many nights and days in the rain and in the sun. Begging for money and mercy. Mercy from people and fate, and hoping to see the next day and hopefully survive the brutal week.

The place is empty now. There is nothing's there because I bought the place. But as empty as the place looks, it Is filled to the brim. Filled to the brim with memories. Tons of memories of my childhood, and a heavy dose of nostalgia.

It is just a small space between two shops, but this small space was once my whole world. It means a lot to me. It was in this space I watched my mother struggle to keep me alive, and it was also in this space I watched my mother die... In my arms.

I exhale as I come back to earth. Nostalgia had me on a speedy race down memory lane, but luckily I was able to get myself back, in time.

It's 11:00 pm, and I have to get back to my men. It's going to be a long drive back to my villa.

I'm about to turn around and head to my car when I feel the hairs on my neck rise. Someone is behind me. In the shadows, and I can feel it...

I silently move my hand into my suit and take hold of my pocket knife. My gun is too far back. If I try to reach for it, the person would know I've sensed their presence.

I can feel their watchful eyes on me, and I know whoever is watching me has no good intentions at heart. I can sense the venom in the air... The danger...

I quickly turn around and throw my knife into the darkness behind me, and just as expected, I hear someone groan.

I quickly turn on my phone's flashlight and rush toward the sound. I see a young, masked man with the tattoo of a dagger on the side of his neck, and disgust instantly fills my mind.

He is holding his left thigh which my knife has perfectly stabbed and stayed stuck in, and I inwardly commend my aim.

He's a hinge man for the golden daggers gang. I can tell from the stupid tattoo on his neck. Don't these fools ever get enough? They keep coming for me, and they keep losing.

It's not too much of a big deal though. Just one more death on their hands. I pull out my gun and aim at the bastard's forehead to shoot, but suddenly, someone attacks me from behind, stabbing me with something in the neck.

I groan in pain before turning, and just as I spot another masked man with a tattoo of a dagger under his right eye, and a syringe in his hand, my vision begins to blur.

Fuck...

I curse inwardly before I pass out.