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 cock of the fuckboy who is currently under me.

"Fuck... "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 sex 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.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum... "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 pussy clench against his dick, and a torrent of curses escapes me as I let out all of my juice, with this man's cock 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 fuck boy who I've hired, and who is behaving more like a paralyzed man, than an actual sex 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 dick 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 agusta 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!?

*****************

Cameron's POV;

I'm in my office with my back turned to some of my workers. For months now, we've had a mole problem. Someone was ratting out our plans to one of our rival gangs.

Causing that gang to always be one step ahead, jeopardizing my missions, and stealing my deliveries and my clients. It had all been dancing on my last nerves but they struck and broke the very last one when they assaulted Ezar yesterday.

EZ has been a right-hand man to me for as long as I can remember, and he's drawn so close to me, that I no longer see him as a friend, but as a brother. A brother I'm a year older than and have sworn to protect.

That is the same person the golden dagger gang attacked and hurt. They shot him in the chest but luckily, he didn't die. He is a strong young man.

It would be very easy for me to just wipe out the entire Golden dagger gang. But what's the use of that when the mole still exists? The bastard would simply betray me for yet another gang. So, to sort this issue out, I need to get rid of the mole, first. And then the Golden dagger clan.

"As we all know, there's a mole amongst us... "I say. My back turned to the six young men lined up behind me, and my eyes on the peaceful sea flowing right at the shore behind my office.

"And today, I've chosen to get rid of him. Once and for all. "I say as I finally turn to the young boys, and I see fear on their faces.

I know the innocent ones and I know the guilty one. But even the innocent ones are trembling like leaves on a windy day, and I don't blame them.

They're standing before Cameroon Heart. One of the coldest men alive. It's only normal for them to tremble. They know how cold and inhuman I can be. Especially when it comes to Ez.

"You see, I had been very patient. Till yesterday... When one of my closest allies got attacked. "I continue as I walk over to the front of my table, and gently sit on its edge.

"How could one of you think he would be able to rob me from right under my nose and get away with it! ? "I then growl, and the men whimper but my guard standing in a corner of the room is unfazed. He knows that this luckily doesn't concern him, so he's simply watching through the dark shades he has on.

"I give you one last chance. Surrendered yourself, and I might be easy on the type of death I'd give you. "I continue, but none of the men step forward, and I run my tongue over my upper teeth in annoyance, before grabbing my gun.

I knew this would happen.

Without any warning whatsoever, I pull the trigger at the blonde young boy who came to work for me five months ago.

Shooting him right in his crotch, and his agonized scream as well as the fearful shouts from the other boys in the room, rent the air.

I stare at him in silence as he struggles for a few seconds on the floor. Unable to scream, move properly, or make a sound.

The bastard had been a hypocrite I could smell from miles away. He kept overdoing everything and trying so desperately to get into my good books. He sold himself out by being a painful pest hungry for acknowledgment and praise from me, and when I placed a bug on him, I turned out to be right. He was the little informant the golden daggers has carefully planted in my gang.

If I wasn't vigilant, I would never have suspected the cunning, innocent-looking bastard.

I flag my guard over and once he's beside me, I speak.

"Get him to Louise. I don't want him dead yet. Fix him up and then feed him to the dogs at the warehouse.

Send whatever is left of him to the daggers. "I order, and my guard bows.

"Yes, boss. "He simply replies before walking up to the bleeding, dying boy on the floor and dragging him out of my office by an arm. Causing a thick trail of smudged blood to follow them.

"Get that mess cleaned up. And this should serve as a lesson to all of you. The next one to betray me, wouldn't have it so easy. "I say, and instantly, the five men left begin to scramble about. Struggling to clean the mess. And I drop my gun back on my desk.

I walk back to my chair and sit in it, and a sudden bitter feeling takes over my throat. I know why it's there. Today is my mother's death anniversary. And instead of me to be mourning her, I am acting unfazed by her death, and even just made it to be another person's death day.

It may have been 24 years since she died, but I still remember the images like it was yesterday. How she shivered to death in my arms with me crying furiously and none of the passers-by willing to help. I was just an eight-year-old child who was crying beside his dying mother, and people simply walked past.

Some spared me nothing but second, pitiful looks, and after that, they faced their fronts and went their ways. Never turning back. Not even for once.

It was at that age, I got to understand that humans are deeply wicked creatures and it would do one no good to be kind or merciful in a world as cold as this.

"All of you, get out! "I suddenly command, and within the twinkle of an eye, the men scramble out of my office, and luckily for them, they had cleaned the mess that had been on my spotless white tiles.

I open my drawer and pull out the box containing some of my most-priced possessions. I open it with my fingerprint and pull out the only picture I have of my mother. Old, and barely visible. From when she was very young.

I stare bitterly at the gorgeous woman dressed in a wedding gown, and my heart aches. I was so little when she left me, but I remember her and the moments we shared, strongly. So strongly that sometimes, I go back to her and them, in my dreams. How she'd tell me stories from her youth, and how she tried her best to ensure that I could still read, write, and do some maths.

This is only half of the picture though, she had long ripped off my father's side of the picture. The man was a bastard and indeed does not deserve to be in the picture. He is the root cause of how horribly my mother ended.

I come back to earth when my phone rings and my brows crease when I pick it up and find that it's a call from Ezar.

"Ez? "I call in wonder as I pick up the call, and I hear him grunt.

"Cameroon, you have a meeting with our Italian associates in two hours. Don't miss it. I just sent you the address. I'm not too sure about them. So, take Jim and Ted with you. "He says without stopping for me to speak, and I roll my eyes and massage my forehead with my fingers.

"Are you seriously working from a hospital bed, Ez? "I question in bewilderment, and his reply causes me to chuckle lightly.

"No, I'm taking a joy ride on a unicorns back to never land. Wanna join? "He replies, and I shake my head. He seems to be the only one who knows just how to lighten my mood.

"Keep fooling around till I come over to that hospital and rip your tongue out. "I reply, and he tries to laugh, but groans.

"Sorry, brother... "I console, and he speaks again amidst grunts.

"It's okay. I gotta go now. The doctor's here. Don't forget the meeting. And don't forget to take Jim and Ted with you. "He says, and I sigh.

"I won't, now end the call and get your test done. Goodbye. "I say to him, and with that, he ends the call.

I need to see our Italian partners to discuss the new weapons they want and when, where, and how they should be delivered. That and I have to attend to the issues with our branch on the Eastern side of the country. The cops keep getting on their trail, and a certain lieutenant is becoming a pain in the neck. I need to sort him out... And purge the branch of whatever fools they have.

My gaze falls back on my mother's picture, and mild guilt squeezes my heart. Causing me to quickly shut the box and shove it back into the drawer.

I shouldn't feel guilty for what I have become. It was the only way for me to survive. I had no other option. It was either this... Or still this.

Tessa's POV;

I am panicking outside my father's room, with the doctor still inside, and soon one of my father's men comes to get me.

"You may come in, now, ma'am. "He says, and without waiting, I push past him, into the room.

"Dad? "I call in worry as I rush over to my father's massive bed and sit beside him, and he smiles weakly at me.

"Hey, little swan. I'm the one who's sick, and yet you're the one who's gone pale. "He laughs and I know that he's trying to make light of the situation, but I won't let him. He was bleeding from the nose. I want to know what caused that.

"What happened to him? "I question the doctor, and he shoots a glance at my father. Causing my brows to crease.

"I asked you a question, Rico. Why are you looking at him!? "I then speak in frustration, and the doctor turns back to me.

"He... Uh... He... Has... "The doctor begins, but my father cuts him off.

"I was just terribly dehydrated. I shouldn't have gone out for a jog without a bottle of water. Flimsy mistake. "He says, and I stare down at my dad looking into blue eyes with concern. I can see that he's lying. He's lying to me.

I then take his hand and hug it to my chest with both my hands.

"Daddy, what's really going on? Don't lie to me, please... "I beg, but he simply smiles at me.

"There's nothing wrong, sunshine. I've told you. It was just a bad case of dehydration. "He replies, and I stare in silence. My father is a stubborn man. He's not going to tell me the truth so easily. If I want it, I'd have to get it through other means.

I look up at the doctor, and the dark-haired man gulps.

"Uh... You may want to leave him to rest now, ma'am. He needs his rest. "He says to me, and I stare back down at my father who is smiling weakly at me, and I struggle to hold back my tears. I've been taught to never cry in front of anyone. No one deserves to see that side of me. My vulnerability is my business and no one else's.

I exhale in surrender and lean over to kiss my father's forehead.

"Get well soon, dad. "I say to him, and with that, I turn around and head out of his room and up to mine which is on the house's top floor.

He's hiding something from me. And I know it's something bad. Everything I know that is linked to bleeding from the nose, is something terrible. I'm worried sick.

What is going on with my father? He's not dying, is he!??

**********

Tessa's POV;

It's been two days, since my father fell sick, and he and the doctor have been hiding the doctor away from me. He's been sneaking out and sneaking in, but I intend to corner him soon.

However, right now, I have business to attend to. I'd deal with the doctor, later.

I walk into my house's meeting room and find three men dressed in black suits and dark shades, sitting on either side of the meeting table. Jerome, Charles, and my father's closest aid. Matteo.

The men stand as they sight me, and I walk in with my head held high, and authority in every step. Not only am I confident in my appearance, but also in the authority that I hold.

I stand on the northern side of the table and stare straight at Jerome. The head of our operations in Saudi Arabia.

"What's the update? "I question after signaling that the men should have their sits, and Jerome nervously clears his throat.

My father ought to attend and head this meeting. But since he's currently not feeling well, I automatically have to step in for him. And these men are just as frightened of me, as they are of my father.

"The mission has been compromised. Our delivery man has been caught. "Jerome replies, and my eyes widen in alarm.

"Again!? "I question in annoyance, and he shifts in his sit nervously.

"Yes, ma'am. He was on his way to deliver to Mr. Hammerman but got cornered by the cops. They somehow managed to trail him. "He replies, and I shut my eyes for a second. Trying my very best not to lash out at him. I had warned him about the fool of a delivery man he was using, who kept getting into tight situations and we had to rescue every single time.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this was his first time working a job like this.

"How bad is it? "I then question, and Jerome gulps.

"Very bad. The police have caught him this time and he is on his way to the station with them as we speak. "He replies, and I clench my fists.

I don't know why my father keeps being so merciful and allowing incompetent fools like Jerome and the foolish delivery man to still work for us.

"And the packages? "I question.

"He managed to hide them before he was caught. "Jerome replies, and I take a breath before turning to Charles. The man I had set to secretly supervise Jerome's work. For some reason, I just knew that Jerome would be an incompetent fool and mess things up again. I'm always beside my father when he's dealing with business, and more frequently than never, I have watched and seen Jerome flop miserably on different missions.

"Place a call through to Hassan, now. "I order, and Charles instantly pulls out his phone and dials Hassan's number.

"Put it on speaker. "I command further, and Charles obeys and places his phone on the table.

"Good day, Mr. Charles. "Hassan greets, but before Charles gets a chance to speak, I do.

"Salam Aleikum, Hassan. "I greet, and he instantly knows who's speaking.

"Waleikum Asalam, ma'am. "He replies, and I place both my hands on the table. Leaning toward the phone.

"Do you have eyes on Ali? "I question, and I hear ruffles from his side.

"Yes, boss. He's in a police car on his way to the station. "He replies, and I nod.

"End him. "I command, and the three men in the room turn to me in alarm just as Hassan falls silent.

"Ma'am... I can just kill the officers instead. "Hassan says, and I force myself to not raise my voice.

"That's too many lives to take for Ali's stupidity. We can't continue to excuse his foolishness. He's made enough mistakes already. Besides he knew what he was getting into when he took the job. End him.

And this should be the last time you'd ever question my orders, Hassan. Am I clear? "I reply, and he falls silent for a second.

"Yes, ma'am. "He replies, and I fall silent. Waiting for his report. He's one of our many trained snipers who have different parts to play in different missions. And I just gave Hassan his part to play in this mission. To end a loose link in our chain.

After a little while, he speaks again.

"Ali has successfully been eliminated, ma'am. "He says, and I cross my arms across my chest in satisfaction.

"Good. I believe you know your next mission. "I reply.

"Yes, boss. "He replies and I nod with a deep breath and while Charles picks up his phone, ends the call, and puts it back into the inner pocket of his suit.

"From now on, Charles heads the Saudi Arabian missions. Jerome will step down, effective from now. "I then speak, and Jerome rises to his feet instantly.

"What!? "He questions in alarm, and I glare at him.

"You heard me. The fact that you have two ears doesn't mean that I have to repeat myself to you. And I will excuse you for raising your voice at me just this once. "I reply before turning around and making my way to the door. But I stop in my tracks when I hear him speak again.

"You can't do that! You can't just pull me down without the boss's approval! "He yells further. Referring to my father, and I lose my cool.

I turn to him and at the same time pull out my pistol from the band of my pants. I shoot the glass of water in front of him. Startling him and causing him to fall back on his sit, and I walk up to him. Forcefully turning his chair to face me. Then I place my foot on his crotch. Making sure the heel of my boot is pressed against his balls, and he whimpers.

"What did you say? "I question as I lean closer to him and hold the gun right under his chin, but he only groans in response.

"What did you just say, Jerome? "I question again. Pressing harder against his balls, and his eyes begin to water.

"Nothing... Nothing, ma'am. "He chokes, and I smirk.

"Are you sure? "I reply in a deadly cold voice, and he gulps.

"Yes, ma'am... "He croaks, and I stare him dead in the eyes with an ominous expression.

"The next time you raise your voice at me, Jerome, or make such stupid statements, I'd rip your tongue out, and feed it to your dog while making you watch. And you know I don't make empty threats... "I add, and he gulps hard while nodding furiously and battling to hold back tears.

"Use your words, Jerome... "I coo, as I press harder, and he chokes harder.

"Yes ma'am... "He whimpers, and I smile. Only then do I take my leg off his baby maker, and he breaths out in relief, causing me to scoff lightly in satisfaction with his pain.

I turn around and begin to walk out of the room with Matteo following closely behind, and I know I need to destress. There's too much on my mind, and I don't like it.

I pull out my phone and place a call through to my faithful business associates, and on the first dail, she picks up.

"Hello, Mica. Get me one of your finest boys. I'd send you the address to send him to. He must be there by seven. "

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 dick. 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 clit.

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 cock, 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 cock with my fingers, and he moans again.

"Shit... "

He soon places his hands on my head and begins to fuck 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 fuck my throat for a little while longer as I enjoy the feel of his cock 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 nipples, and I step closer to him. Letting my perky nipples 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 dick 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 cum and the fact that he is blindfolded only adds to his tension and anxiety.

I take my head down to his nipples and as I spread and run my tongue over his left nipple, he shudders violently with a curse.

"Fuck... "He moans, causing me to smile in satisfaction, and I capture his tiny nipple 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 cock. 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 cock, and I am impressed by how big his dick 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 clit, 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 fuck my pussy 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 cock, and my head rolls back in glee at the amazing feeling of his thick rod sliding into my now extremely wet and slippery pussy.

"Damn it... "He moans, as my pussy hungrily hugs his cock, 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 cock. Slamming myself down on his dick like a hammer on a nail, and our moans and grunts fill the air as I feel his cock 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.