Chapter Five
Gabriella
When Gaetano’s semi-hard dick slid out and was no longer pinning me to the wall of the shower, my body collapsed forward against his muscular chest. He gently rocked me side to side for a moment before having me slide to my feet.
It was a moment of tenderness I never expected from him, and I would be a liar if I said it didn’t affect me.
Being rocked in the arms of a gorgeous man was the stuff of romance novels. It ended quickly and was replaced with brusque movements that may have come across as dismissive to another woman, but I recognized his actions as being that of a doctor.
The way he scrubbed me down until my skin glowed was efficient and practiced. How many women had he wiped down after shower sex? When he gripped my elbow this time to guide me back to the bedroom, his touch was gentle but firm—very different from when he brought me in here.
“Get dressed and have a seat,” he told me. It wasn’t exactly an order, but there was an element of command in his voice all the same, a natural dominance that came out with every word. “I’ll get you some water.”
“I’m not thirsty, but thank you,” I said, counting myself lucky that he wasn’t planning on marching me out of the club naked.
“Against my better judgment, I’m going to repeat myself,” Gaetano declared. “Get dressed, have a seat, and I’ll get you some water.”
Heaving a sigh, I pulled the translucent blouse on, grimacing as my over-stimulated nipples pushed out at the thin fabric.
I could feel Gaetano’s eyes on me, and as much as I disliked the revealing costume, I couldn’t help putting on a little show for him, putting an extra wiggle in there as I tucked my shirt in and then pouting at the G-string on the floor as if I’d forgotten it.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked frostily.
Well, I hadn’t expected a round of appreciative applause, but he didn’t need to be a dick. I put on the G-string and sat down, irritably saying, “I said no thanks,” when he headed for the mini-fridge behind the dungeon’s bar, because what dungeon would be complete without one?
His eyes darkened. “Did I ask you if you wanted water?”
I gazed up at his stony visage. “Uh, not exactly.”
“The answer is, ‘No, Sir, you did not ask me if I wanted water’.” Tano’s gaze held mine, and I melted into those deep chocolate eyes until he prompted, “Well?”
“Well, what?” I wasn’t even trying to be sassy. I was just a little brain-dead from all the sex.
A string of Italian poured forth at such a rapid rate I had a hard time keeping up.
Despite our traditional upbringing, my father spoke Italian at home only rarely, and my mother, never.
As a girl, I had once asked if he would teach me to speak as he did, because it sounded so musical and otherworldly to my young ears, but he refused, first saying he was far too busy, and then that it was the speech of the old country, and belonged in the old country.
I took him at his word then, but now, listening to Tano’s litany of Italian spoken so rapidly, I wondered if he kept his birth language secret so my sisters and I would always remain a little ignorant as to what was being discussed in our household.
What could be more valuable to offer in a marriage proposal but an ignorant Italian virgin?
Except I wasn’t a virgin, but my father didn’t know that.
In my defense, if he’d cared so much about my status, he wouldn’t have given me so much freedom.
“If you weren’t at your limit right now, piccina, you’d be getting another round with the cane.” Tano paused to savor my obvious apprehension, then added, “You may just get another round anyway, if you continue with this insolence.”
“I would love some water. Thank you, Sir,” I quickly amended.
“Better.” Still naked, he stalked off to the mini bar, giving me my first view of his muscular ass, and what an ass.
I never considered myself to be a person who loved specific body parts on men, like my girlfriend, Sonja.
She loved inked arms on men—the bigger the arms and the more tattoos, the better.
Shay, my newer friend and fellow nurse liked her men slender and smiling, and her women tall and strong.
And although Janet might claim her favorite qualities were stability and maturity, all her crushes had the same rugged features, blue eyes and stubbled chins.
Me? I analyzed the full picture, looking for balance.
I liked a broad set of shoulders and powerful pecs, but not if they came with a side of skinny legs.
And I admit I could be picky. A robust body with a thin voice was an instant turn-off.
A pretty face could be ruined by a honking laugh.
Physical balance was always what drew me and never had I seen a more perfectly balanced physique than Tano’s.
Not huge, but too big to be a model, and big enough to hold me up and fuck me hard.
He turned just as I was licking my lips. A smirk appeared when he caught me staring.
“You like what you see.”
It wasn’t a question; he knew I was enjoying the view.
He took his time, walking back to me with the water in his hands, giving me ample opportunity to study the front of his body.
His chest, the way it merged with his rippling, well-defined abs.
The tautness of his thighs, contracting with each step reminded me of an athlete, a runner specifically.
And his cock, hard and jutting straight out towards me, at eye level when he stopped and handed me the plastic bottle.
Suddenly parched, I downed half the bottle in record time and placed it on the bed next to me. I had to lean way back on my elbows to gaze up at him. His proximity spoke volumes; he wasn’t done with me yet.
“Tell me, Allegra—”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped testily. “I hate that name. It sounds like someone gargling.”
That was a mistake. I could almost see him filing that away in a mental cabinet of information.
“Tell me…Gabriella.” He lifted a brow, and when I rolled my eyes with grudging acceptance, he went on, “How did you manage to get Gigi Carter’s identification, not to mention your certifications in the name of Gaby Cala?”
Crap! I was hoping to have more time before being confronted with that, and Gaetano struck me as a man who didn’t ask questions unless he already had a good idea as to the answers. But he couldn’t possibly know I ended my practicum early. Only Sonja and I knew those details.
“I had a friend who helped me with that,” I finally answered.
Tano put his foot on the bed, his shin brushing my arm.
“Is this friend male or female?”
What a weird question. I was about to tell him none of his damn business when he gripped my hair tightly in his fist. The shift in his position moved his cock within an inch of my lips.
“Open your mouth, Gabriella.”
I’d always preferred Gabriella to Allegra and hearing it come out of his mouth in that low sexy growl, was a powerful aphrodisiac. Desire spiked through me to my clit, setting off a deep throbbing heat low in my belly.
The stinging of my scalp forced me to be a good girl and obey his demand. I licked my lips before parting them but was woefully unprepared for his cock to shove to the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering.
“Swallow,” he ordered.
I couldn’t breathe, my hands hammered on his thighs.
He pulled back enough to ease the pressure in my throat and then slammed back in.
Tears trickled down my face from my watering eyes.
He was taking my mouth the same way he’d penetrated my tight rosebud, without tenderness, without consideration… and I loved it.
Slobber dribbled from the corners of my mouth and down my chin to drip onto my shirt. He pulled out.
“Woman or man?”
“Woman,” I panted.
He shoved his dick back in my mouth. But I was prepared this time, tentatively swallowing his swollen head when he pressed the back of my throat.
Tano growled. “That’s it, Gabriella. Suck my cock deep in your throat for Daddy.”
Daddy?
I sucked his cock with new enthusiasm. He muttered and groaned as he fed his cock down my throat.
I was powerless, a dirty whore getting my face fucked and I loved it!
The burning in my throat and the sting in my eyes just seemed to add to the power exchange.
The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen was having his way with me.
And that he couldn’t seem to get enough of me tapped into feelings of worth, beauty and power whirling around inside for the first time since taking Timo behind the gardener shed and teaching him a thing or two.
Tano stopped pumping and held himself deep inside, filling me with his cum. When he pulled out, he wiped my mouth, swiping his thumb across my lips and pressing it inside. I suckled his thumb clean of all his juices.
“That’s my good girl, don’t waste a single drop.”
When he released me, I fell back on the bed exhausted, gazing up at him with lidded eyes. “I didn’t know I could do that.”
Tano lay down on the bed and tucked me into his side. “What didn’t you know you could do?”
I closed my eyes, basking in the sensation of his hand as he gently rubbed my scalp. Pure bliss. “I’ve never given a blow job before and it was fun, I liked it.”
His other hand reached down, squeezing my ass possessively, causing me to yelp. “You will only give them to me Gabriella, do you understand? No other dicks in this throat.” He wrapped his hand around my nape and gripped it tightly. “This belongs to me.”
“Got it, the throat is off limits and for your cock only,” I promised carelessly. I’d play this out and see where he was taking it, only because there was no point in denying my attraction for him, but I wouldn’t let another mafia man tell me how to live.
His hand released my ass cheek and slid up my mini skirt. “Not just your smart mouth, but this too.” He parted my slick folds with his finger and sunk inside my heat, murmuring, “So wet for me, piccina. This sweet little kitty is mine and purrs only for her master.”