Chapter Eight #2
A series of succulent sounds escaped those pert lips as she tugged and pinched her nipples.
“Slap your pussy. You have a naughty kitty. Spank it!”
Removing her fingers from her tortured nipple, she slapped her nether lips.
“Oh!” Her eyes widened in shock as the sting morphed into heat. “Oh god, Tano. I need you.”
“You were a very naughty girl, Gabriella. Do you deserve to have me touch you after what you pulled?”
Her eyes glistened and I knew she felt my disappointment in her behavior. I wanted her to learn that just because she wanted something, didn’t mean she was going to get it.
“On your knees on the floor.”
She released the post and was on the floor, knees parted, giving me a full view of her need.
I stepped in front of her. “Undo my zipper and take out my cock.” As she did, I gathered her thick, long hair into one hand and tugged until her eyes zeroed in on mine. “I’m going to fuck your face, little girl, and if you behave, you might get to come.”
I shoved my cock in her mouth and hit the back of her throat. Holding it there, I gave her a moment to adjust to the invasion. When her throat relaxed, I pulled out and repeated the process, loving the way her warm tongue darted and licked my shaft.
“That’s a good kitten, lick Daddy’s cream.”
I already knew that dirty talk took Gaby to a whole other level and sure enough, I could smell her excitement even before I saw the shine of her oils trickling down her inner thighs.
I hadn’t tasted her in days, and breathing in her scent now brought me right to the edge, but it was too early for that and I pulled out of her mouth.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed, Gabriella.”
She did, arching those swollen pouty lips toward me as her rear end pressed upward to face the ceiling. I slipped my belt through the loops of my pants and toed off my shoes, allowing my pants to slide down and pool on the floor.
“Hurry, Tano,” she begged, then yelped when the belt cracked across her backside, and gave me a dirty look over her shoulder.
“You do not give orders, little girl. To impress that fact upon you, ten strokes will be given and you will say, ‘Thank you, Dr. Vitale, for my medicine,’ after each one.”
I cracked the belt against her pale skin, enjoying the bloom of red that morphed across her sexy bottom.
“Thank you, Dr. Vitale, for my medicine.”
I brought the belt down just below the last stripe.
“Ahh!” She took a moment to process the pain before giving the required response. The fourth stroke hit her sit spot, and she dropped forward onto the bed, tapping her lower legs and feet in a desperate attempt to cool her flaming bottom.
“Back on your knees or we start over.”
Gaby scrambled back onto her hands and knees.
I painted her thighs next. A litany of cries and moans escaped Gaby. She gripped the bed sheets so tight her knuckles were white. I dropped the belt when I was done and traced the raised skin, outlining every stroke of the belt.
She backed up into my hand, looking for relief. How could I deny her what she so badly wanted, especially after she’d taken her medicine so well? I leaned over her, my cock pressing against her slick entrance.
“That’s my little patient, taking her medicine like a good girl.” I crooned soothingly in her ear.
“Thank you, Dr. Vitale. May I have my candy now for being so good?”
What a dirty girl and how I loved it! I thrust my cock deep inside of her.
“Oh! Doctor, your…erm, candy, is so big and thick!”
I wanted to laugh, she was so damn cute, but she needed me to feed her dirty fantasy.
“The doctor wants to check your temperature.” I pulled out of her dripping pussy and pressed my cockhead against her tight anal bud. “Tell me you want my cock in your ass, Gabriella,” I said huskily.
“I want your big cock in my tight little hole, Doctor Daddy.”
Doctor Daddy? I hadn’t expected the title, but it didn’t bother me. Gaby was so turned on by the dirty talk, she didn’t hesitate in her responses, and if I was being honest, calling me Daddy appealed to an instinct I’d kept buried.
However, I wanted her to have a nice ache afterwards, not pain from taking her dry, so I left her to dig around in my toiletry bag in the bathroom until I found the tube of lube. Greasing up my dick and her puckered entrance, I fed my length into her tight bottom.
Gaby dropped her head and ground her ass against my pelvis. I gripped her hips and held her still while I set a pace that wasn’t fast or slow, but she would feel the ridges of the veins along my shaft against her walls.
“Keep your head down and reach between your legs and play with your clit,” I ordered. Head down and fingers busy, Gaby produced the cutest mewls and gasps. “That’s it, bambina, you’re taking me so good. Keep playing with that kitty and come for me.”
“Tano!” she screamed as she fell apart around her fingers, her muscles squeezing my cock in a death hold. As her body convulsed, it set in motion my release. I pumped her plump ass full of my seed.
When I let her go, she fell forward, and stretched out on the mattress. Grabbing a warm wet cloth from the bathroom, I cleaned her up and then myself.
“So, you have my full attention,” I said lightly. “Now what was so important that you had to steal a gun and point it at Vincent?”
She rolled onto her back and scooted to lean against the backboard. “I shouldn’t have done that and I feel bad about it. Vincent’s a nice guy, for a muscle-bound goon.”
“Watch it,” I said, smiling thinly in spite of myself.
She sighed and grew serious. “I understand the importance of keeping me safe and I don’t want to compromise that, but I feel trapped.
I have nothing to do but think, and the things I end up thinking just spiral into anxiety.
I never know where you are or when I’ll see you again.
I feel so isolated and afraid. And I do think I’ve actually thought of real important things, but I’ve got no way to tell you, I just have to sit with them going round and round in my head until I feel sick!
And I know you’re going to say, oh, you’re just bored—”
“I would never say that.”
“Oh no? Then why did you tell Vincent I don’t need a phone and I can just journal if I need something to do? Why stop there? How about crayons and a coloring book for the big baby?”
“That’s enough.” But I had to admit, she had a point. “I will get you a burner phone. Now tell me these important thoughts.”
She crossed her legs and wiggled her behind into the mattress, getting comfortable. “Okay, here it is. I think my mom may not be Italian. I mean, I think my mom may be Russian.”
That would make more sense than Knyazev reaching out to Calabretta or vice versa. If the connection was through the mother, then we’d been looking in the wrong place.
“Why do you think that, piccina?”
She grimaced. “Well, she doesn’t have an accent or anything, but she’s blonde with light eyes, very fair skin, kind of thin lips and a very tall forehead? Oh, saying it out loud, I feel silly,” she grumbled, rubbing at her face.
“No, I see what you mean,” I said slowly. “Is there anything else?”