Chapter Five #2
Damn, his dirty words were driving me all kinds of crazy. “Yes, Sir.” And where the hell were those coming from? I’d never called anyone Sir, willingly.
I slid my hand down and covered his, so he was palming my pussy. He slid another finger to the opening of my anus and sunk to the last knuckle.
“Ooh. Yesss!” I hissed, but if this kitty could purr, she would be rumbling away at the delicious sensations being delivered by his strong fingers as they double penetrated, hitting all the right places.
His other hand slid around my ribs and gripped a nipple in his fingertips.
A long moan issued from me as I soaked in the pain and pleasure from my tortured nub, reveling in how he laid claim to every part of my body.
“You don’t touch what’s mine, cattiva ragazza, or let anyone else, are we clear?”
I was so close to an orgasm that I would have agreed to anything as long as he followed through on his actions.
“Yes, Gaetano, I understand.” Had I jumped from the frying pan and directly into the fiery pits making a deal with the devil?
Maybe, but did I care at the moment? Not a flying fig as long as I could be set free, take flight and slowly float in the aftermath of another powerful orgasm.
“Good girl, now cum for Daddy.”
I spasmed around his finger, milking his digit while my body toppled off the edge of reality one more time, and slowly floated, pleasure surging through every nerve. I must have drifted off for a bit because when I opened my eyes, he asked if I’d slept well.
“Yes, thank you,” I said groggily, stealing a glance at his gold wristwatch and seeing that nearly two hours had passed since he’d brought me to this dungeon. Seeing the time was as good as two cups of coffee and a slap to the face. “It’s so late!”
His face didn’t move, but somehow, his expression changed, hardened. “Yes. Time to go home, Gaby.”
He was back to calling me Gaby in that clipped no nonsense tone he used at work, which led me to ponder what would happen next. Fortunately, I didn’t have long to wait. Tano took me firmly by the hand and led me out of the chamber through the empty office and out a back door to a waiting car.
When did he have time to arrange a car?
Opening the back door, he ushered me in and leaned over to do up my seatbelt.
Taking a deep inhale, I memorized his scent.
Patchouli was the first note I recognized as it was one of my favorite scents; my bedroom in my shared apartment was filled with patchouli incense.
Then the woodsy blend of cedar and pine and tobacco, which struck me funny as he didn’t smoke.
The blend of essential oils along with his natural musk was intoxicating and I wished I could bottle it to remember the best time of my life.
“Where to, Dr. Vitale?” the driver asked.
Ohh, he must work for the family, that made sense.
Tano seemed to hesitate before answering, “Viletta al Mare.”
‘Cottage by the sea.’ Where the hell did this guy live?
Or was that a metaphor for something else, like sleeping with the fishes?
Maybe I’d been fooled and Gaetano was connected with my family after all.
He hadn’t reacted when I shared my full name and I assumed he either hadn’t heard of us or was not alerted through the chain of command about a missing Don’s daughter.
Beside me, Tano gazed straight ahead while his hand strayed to my right thigh.
The miniskirt I’d chosen for work provided little coverage, especially while sitting down.
I glanced once at the driver, but his eyes were on the road and Tano appeared to be doing complicated equations in his head as his hand slid up and up and hooked around my lacey G-string.
I lifted my hips obligingly and he pulled the skimpy panty away without any change to his expression.
Not content to merely take them down, he then proceeded to slide them all the way off, even though that meant breaking the illusion of mental concentration.
I stared out the window, my pussy throbbing in the excitement of the moment, pretending to watch the street lights fly by while Gaetano maybe pretended to tie his shoes, lifting my feet at his discreet nudge, first one and then the other.
He straightened with my G-string in his hand, then brought it to his face like a handkerchief and inhaled deeply, eyes closed, like a vintner nosing at a particularly fine glass of wine.
Then, and still as stoic as, well, as a surgeon, he folded it away into his coat pocket.
His hand returned to my waiting thigh and again, up under my short skirt.
My breath came quicker as he took full advantage of my near-naked state.
His warm fingers skated across the sensitive skin near my opening and then he looked directly at me and said, out loud, “Spread your legs for me, Gabriella,”
The command was there, brooking no argument or there would be consequences, and yet, I hesitated.
The driver did not react that I could see, but the lack of privacy was concerning, without a partition to separate the front and back seats.
A passing sign for Route 27 flashed by the window, prompting me once again to question where we were going, only to let out a short, sharp cry when Tano pinched the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
Parting my legs, I crossed my arms and glared at him.
Although I had discovered that I liked it when he took control during sex, I had no intention of showering him with meek, mindless obedience.
Rebellion was in my nature and while I may do what I was told by him, for now, I’d damn well make sure he knew how I felt about it!
He saw and smiled. “Save your fire for when it counts, piccolina.”
He slid one of his tapered fingers inside my opening causing me to gasp out loud. How could I be so sore, yet so wet for more?
“So ready for me, bambina.”
I experienced a jolt of satisfaction with the upgrade in nicknames, from tiny, and little one, to baby, a term of endearment used to reference a beautiful young woman, but I wouldn’t let him see that satisfaction.
I turned my upper body away from him and gazed out the front window doing my best imitation of a statue.
I’d show him I could control my body and resist him.
But when he began circling my clit, all my willpower flew out said window. Sinking down in my seat, I spread my legs wider, no longer caring who saw me succumbing to Tano’s ministrations. When his speed and intensity didn’t increase, I attempted to urge him on by grinding against his hand.
He pulled away, holding up his glistening digit. “Open your mouth and taste yourself.”
Holy hotness. I loved how dirty this man could be. Parting my lips, I leaned toward him expectantly. Tano slid his finger into my mouth, and I sucked it with the same enthusiasm as I’d sucked his cock.
“Mamma mia,” he uttered, eyes fluttering shut.
Ha! Take that, Captain Controlling! Swirling my tongue around his finger and pulling it as deep as it would go, I watched Tano’s cock stiffen in his pants. Yeah, two could play this game.
My hand stroked his hardness through his pants and briefs. I gripped his girth through the material, watching his changing expression under the intermittent lights along the empty highway.
The stern, cold, almost cruel expression that had seemed permanently etched on his face was gone, and I saw what lay beneath the monstrous exterior of a man who felt things deeply.
Maybe I wouldn’t be swimming with the fishes tonight, just maybe I would be held in a warm embrace where, for the first time, I could let go of all the pretense and just be me.
So focused on his pleasure, I nearly hit my head on the roof of the car when his driver announced we’d arrived at al mare viletta. From my vantage point, all I could see were tall cypress trees that blocked any view of the neighboring properties, assuming there were any.
Tano exchanged a few words with the driver and then opened my door and held out his hand.
For a man who invested so much effort in appearing cruel and heartless, he sure had manners.
When the driver left, his taillights exposed a long brick driveway that went on for several hundred feet and was reminiscent of my trip to Sicily as a teenager.
My gaze swung in the opposite direction to see a vast green lawn and at the end what looked like a floating walkway that led to water. Now the al mare made sense as his home, more like an estate, was situated at the edge of a bay.
“Are we in the Hamptons?”
He gave me an assessing glance and a faint smile “Your mind is always busy processing. Too busy. Yes, the Hamptons, and tomorrow I will take you on a tour of my property.”
“And tonight?”
His features never moved, but his eyes flashed with heat before he looked away. He took my hand instead. “Come. We will eat and have some wine on the deck before I take you upstairs.”
“Okay, Romeo, but you had me at eat and upstairs.”
At once, his grip tightened painfully and he came to an abrupt stop.
“What now?” I asked crossly, matching his cold stare with a hot one of my own.
“I’m not Romeo, that’s my brother. Don’t call me that again, Allegra.”
There it was. He was using my name against me, just as I’d known he would as soon as I let slip that I hated it.
I couldn’t get upset about it, though. I’d obviously hit a nerve and unwittingly offended him.
“I’m sorry, Tano. I meant Romeo as in the character.
I thought your brother’s name was Giovanni. ”
His hardness fled, replaced with a softening I was surprised to see again so quickly.
I almost believed that what I’d seen in the vehicle was a trick of the intermittent lighting, and yet, here it was again.
“I have six brothers,” he told me as he started walking again.
“Romeo is the eldest, the head of our family.”
“You don’t sound like you like him much,” I observed.