Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01

... I realized I was probably listening to the woman getting railed, but then I heard the scream. It was a sharp sound that didn’t sound like pleasure. It sounded like fear.

“Ahhhmmm! Help!” she cried. I could just barely make it out through the door.

Trying the doorknob, I felt it was locked and immediately stepped back. Tucking my leg and kicking my heel into the meat of the door, just like I was back in Afghanistan, I watched the hundreds of pieces of wood splinter into a thousand directions as the door burst open. Charging inside, the stereo was turned all the way up with a new heavy rock tune playing. I turned and saw two black leather couches facing each other, and on one of them was Marlene. Her dress was hiked up to her belly, and her legs kicked in the air. Her hands were tied behind her back, with Andrew standing over her with no shirt on. To muffle her screams for help, Andrew had a pillow shoved down hard on Marlene’s face.

I moved quickly, already noticing my ward’s legs slowing their kicks. It was from exhaustion, or she was close to suffocation. The roar of the guitar solo on the maxed-out sound system was loud enough that Andrew didn’t see me coming until I shoved him hard, bouncing his back off the wall and into the other couch. Swatting the pillow off of Marlene’s face, I cupped her cheek as I watched her wide eyes almost roll backward, then forward and rest on me as she gasped for air.

“Hey, you motherfucker!” Andrew yelled as he stood up from ...

... the couch and swung a looping hook at my face. Cupping my ear, I raised an elbow and, blocked the punch with my shoulder, and quickly countered with a straight cross that struck his chin and stumbled him back a step. Andrew made a half-hearted counter-strike that I chopped down with a parry as I sidestepped and landed a tight hook to his jaw. The bald man crumpled to the couch, and I shoved my knee into his belly as I landed five more complex shots to his nose that bloodied his face and made him go limp.

Satisfied with his level of injury, I switched couches and went to Marlene. I pretended not to see her red panties as I grabbed her skirt and slid it down her thigh before carefully turning her to her side. Removing a tactical, spring-assisted pocket knife and flicking it open, I cut the tie that was used to tie her hands behind her back. She immediately sprung to her feet and started kicking the unconscious man and stomping on his crotch while shouting in Italian. I grabbed the back of her arm, pulling her away.

“No, no, let me do thi—” I said and was startled when Marlene turned and embraced me in a tight and desperate hug as she sobbed. Not knowing what to do or say, I hugged her back and said, “It’s okay… he’s never going to hurt anyone again. It’s okay…”

After a few moments passed, I got us separated and sat her on the couch as I removed several zip-ties I had in a pouch. Marlene watched intently as I zip-tied the man’s hands behind his back and his ankles ...