Pleasing His Boss

PROLOGUE

***

LYOSHA

***

I couldn't see anything, I was blindfolded. I couldn't move my limbs, I was cuffed to the bed. I couldn't speak, I was gagged. She had me bound in more ways than one, and nothing else existed here but my desire to please her. My body was so attuned to hers that I felt her presence and then, I felt her touch. If it wasn't for the gag that prevented me from speaking, I would have begged for her to end my torture and give me the pleasure I badly craved. I was so hard, and my whole body quivered.

Logically, I knew I should be afraid because I had seen the same hands that touched me so intimately right now, take so many lives effortlessly. I knew the pain that her hands could give. Yet, I leaned into her touch because I also knew the indescribable pleasure that would be my reward. She had warned me that I would get addicted, but she had been wrong. Now, it was more than an addiction, I needed her touch like I needed to breathe.

"You've been good, pet, and good boys get rewards." She whispered against my skin and I felt my erection leak precum.

I was in a vulnerable position, but I didn't care. My Mistress would take care of me, that was a fact I was one hundred percent sure of, I only needed to trust her. So I went against logic and surrendered to her, because... Her Wish Is My Command.

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

Amandla walked through the dimly lit corridor, seething with a rage that could match the hottest furnace. She had been betrayed and blood would flow for it.

"We got your assistant at the airport. We also got her handler, the middle man between her and the real mastermind of all this. It seems that whoever hired her decided that she was a loose end that needed to be tied up and the man was sent to do the job and kill her. He had backup, two guys, one escaped but the other got a bullet to the head." Marquis spoke as she got to him.

"Gloves." She said and black leather gloves that matched her all black outfit was handed to her.

"Were you able to find the identity of the dead one?" She asked as she put on the gloves and flexed her fingers.

"He was a mercenary and we suspect the one that escaped is one too. They aren't allied with any of the other Mafia families, they were just goons for hire. Her handler is the only one that could lead us to the person or people behind it. Your assistant doesn't seem to know much, she just received money for the job so she did it."

"I will find out what we need from whichever one has the knowledge. The name of the handler?" She asked.

"He is known as Bosco, but his real name is Dante. He was a Petronelli soldier, very low in the food chain. He tried to get a better position by selling them out to their rivals, the Torres. They handed him back to the Petronellis to execute since he's one of theirs." He replied.

"At least they put their feud aside to handle rats the way they should be handled." she said.

"He escaped while he was being transported and disappeared after that."

"He doesn't have the connections to pull that kind of stunt. Whoever helped him must have wanted him to survive to pull off this Sheila Shenanigan." She said.

"He's bold, gotta give him that."

"Stupid is more like it. No one is to inform the Petronellis that their snitch is in my custody. Unlike the Torres, I won't be handing him over. I will deal with him as I see fit."

"As you wish." He almost felt sorry for their prisoners, especially Sheila, she should have known better. She had worked with them for a few years, had seen what was done to traitors, yet she had somehow thought she could get away with it.

***

"Hello Sheila." Amandla said as she walked into the room where the woman was tied to a chair, Bosco was in the same position beside her.

Sheila began to tremble and she tried to speak but her voice was muffled by the gag in her mouth. Bosco was still unconscious beside Sheila, slightly bent over with his hair over his face.

"Remove the gag, and wake that one, this isn't a Hotel." She ordered and someone in the room moved immediately.

Bosco jolted with a gasp as ice-cold water was poured on him.

"You finally decided to join us your majesty."