Chapter Nine
Gabriella
Finally! After what felt like forever with absolutely nothing to do, Tano was taking me back to his house in the Hamptons, along with a host of security. I’d take a hundred more of them if it meant not having to spend another minute in the safe house.
I opened the bedroom door and found the faithful Vincent at his post. I’d begged Tano not to be hard on the man after the gun fiasco. He was, after all, only trying to accommodate me as his boss had instructed. He was gone for a few days and came back with a black eye and a busted lip and silence.
Feeling awful that it was my fault he was punished, I behaved like a model captive since his return. “Here is my bag. Could you carry it downstairs for me please?”
He nodded and picked up my bag while I took a last look at my prison to ensure I hadn’t forgotten anything, not that I had much beyond clothing. Having been ensconced this past week, I’d had nothing to do but shop online. The Vitales, I was learning, had many connections and one was with clothing.
A trusted family maid from the mansion came to the safe house blindfolded and once in my room, it was removed. She took all my measurements and sent them to Tano, who put in an order for me.
Order was an understatement, as an entirely new wardrobe arrived within a few days.
Everything fit to a tee and made me look sexy and voluptuous.
Thank goodness he thought of the basics as well and my packages included yoga pants and jeans, as well as cute tank tops and fun shoes, all top of the line.
My parents had covered my sisters' and my needs and then some. While there were designer brands we’d all wanted, our parents had set a budget we were expected to stick to.
Tano didn’t seem to care about the price tags, or perhaps he felt guilty for keeping me locked up and this was how he made amends.
Regardless, it was all working in my favor, and I fully expected to go through several sets of the sexy lingerie I’d been gifted over the weekend.
I made sure to pack the sheer ones on top, as first on my list to wear.
They didn’t hide a damn thing, and I was keen to watch his reaction to seeing me in them.
Imagining his eyes on me in the outfits, and him taking them off, or tearing them off, had kept me hot and bothered all week.
What I wouldn’t have given for a dildo or even a tiny vibrator to help relieve the sexual tension.
He’d also included a selection of cosplay outfits. Fantasies galore swirled through my head on a regular basis and, apparently, through Tano's as well. I was excited to finally bring some of them to life.
The first outfit I found among the stacks of boxes was a sexy nurse costume. The fantasy was obvious. He'd be playing Dr. Vitale, and I would be the naughty nurse he often called me, cattiva infermeria.
Closing the bedroom door, I skipped down the stairs where Tano was waiting with Vincent and another guard.
“You look stunning,” he said, his gaze turning hungry.
I may have looked stunning, but he looked positively delicious, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He was dressed more casually than I'd ever seen him, in slim-fit slacks and a tailored black boat-neck shirt that showed off the powerful frame his dress shirts and hospital scrubs usually hid.
His normally slicked-back hair was soft and relaxed, with a single loose curl draped across his forehead, tempting me to smooth it back into place.
“Thank you.” I dropped a small curtsy. “You look fantastic too.”
We eye-fucked each other until Vincent cleared his throat and broke the hypnotic moment.
Once outside, he took my hand and we walked to his car, the same Ferrari we’d fled his house in.
He opened my door for me, not like a gentlemanly gesture, but like it was the most natural thing in the world, and helped me to sit, even did up my seat belt for me.
I leaned back with a contented sigh, happy to be so well looked after, especially by a man like Tano.
I knew he wasn’t one to show his emotions and appreciated that he was allowing me to see him beneath the icy persona he usually exhibited.
I glanced in the rearview mirror to see two blacked-out sedans. Tano slid into the driver’s seat with practiced ease and gave me a rare smile.
“Are you ready, bambina, for a weekend of stress release?”
“Sì, uh, direttore di scuola,” I replied, only stumbling a little in the pronunciation.
Calling him the headmaster inspired a rare full smile. “Ahh, you’re learning Italian.”
“I have to do something with all this spare time.”
“And you want to be my naughty schoolgirl bent over my desk. Good choice.”
I loved the casual way he could talk about our sex games, although my face still burned with embarrassment hearing them out loud.
I was still learning many things but mainly, how to speak the truth when it came to what I really wanted.
I was excited to roleplay, but was far from being comfortable with my wants.
Growing up, I was very aware of my position in my family as the eldest daughter in the home dynamic.
I didn’t share any of my early sexual experiences with my sisters, hoping they’d be less drawn to deviant fantasies than me.
I didn’t want to lead them down a path they wouldn’t naturally explore themselves.
As for my mother, we never had a good relationship.
She shared nothing of her own life with me and seemed interested only in correcting those aspects of mine that displeased her.
I don’t think we ever had a single authentic conversation.
Her words to me were all posturing or prying, and my ability to spin lies into a partial truth was my best armor against her.
Papa was different in that out of anyone, he could read me, but was gracious enough not to pry.
I didn’t have to spin tales with him, because he never required it of me.
I used to think that meant we were close, but now I wasn’t sure.
I’d been rethinking a lot of things about my family since my confession to Tano a week ago.
When that wasn’t consuming me, my budding desires were. With my burner phone, I’d downloaded books about BDSM, roleplay and power exchange. Before, my reading had strictly been romance novels and they had aroused me. Now I wanted to understand what was flourishing inside of me.
He’d promised to give me an update this weekend regarding the research he and his family had done into my family and despite desperately wanting answers, another part of me shied away from learning the truth. Facts that could change everything for me.
“I was surprised by the, ah, costumes, cosplay? What are we calling it?”
Tano smirked. “Fantasy play.”
I giggled. “I have to say, I was surprised to find fantasy outfits amongst all the clothing you had sent. Thank you by the way, I tried on every single item and it all fits. But that’s not the best part. Want to know what is?” I was being playful and silly and Tano appeared to enjoy my antics.
“I couldn’t guess, but I’m all ears, Gabriella.”
Oh! My clit pulsed whenever he said my name in those dark smoky tones of his. I squeezed my thighs together to keep from creating a wet spot on the soft butter leather of my seat. “Uh. Wait what was I saying?”
Tano burst out laughing. “What has you so frazzled, piccola peste?”
He was right to call me a little brat, I really, really was but never had that term been sexier than now.
“Because, babbo, being your naughty nurse and little brat excites me.”
“Oh?”
“Oh yeah. I want you to punish me with your hand and with your cock so many times that I don’t know the difference anymore.
I want you to make me cry and make me scream and make me come until I can’t take it, and then I want you to make me take it until I can again.
I want you in every hole and I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’m afraid of spoiling your expensive leather seat. ”
Tano chuckled, his eyes dark with desire, but fixed on the road.
“Wait until we get home, bambina. Babbo will do that and more.”
Another wave of lust soaked my panties, and I squeezed my thighs tightly. “How much longer?” I panted. “I really need you now.”
“About fifteen minutes. Just enough time for you to show me how badly you want me.”
“Am I going to suck your cock?” I asked excitedly, already reaching for him. “Oh pretty please!”
“Not while babbo’s driving,” he retorted, lightly slapping my hand away. “But bambina’s not. Slide those shorts off and spread your legs for me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kicked off my sandals and wiggled my shorts and panties down in record time. I spread my thighs, hooking my heels onto the edge of the seat. In times like these, being on the short side had its advantages.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now touch that kitty for Daddy.”
I uttered a low moan as I ran my finger down my well-lubricated slit.
“That’s it, Gabriella. Now slide a finger inside and fuck yourself.”
His dirty words spiked my libido into overdrive. I gasped, sinking my finger in deeper and used my thumb to flick my hardened nub.
“Harder. Make that kitty sing for me.”
His words cut through any shame from my sexual act being committed in a car in broad daylight. His windows were tinted and I doubted anyone could see me scooched down in the seat anyway.
Adding a second finger, I continued to fuck myself, grinding my ass against the seat, not giving a fig now what happened to the leather.
Gaetano gripped my left nipple between his fingers firmly and pinched it.
I fell apart, arching into his torturous fingering of my hardened nipple while drenching the seat with my orgasm.
“Fuuuccckkk!” With his fingers on my nipple still twisting, I came and came hard.
He didn’t let up and neither did my orgasm.
My ass lifted clear off the seat as my hips thrust forward.
Shamelessly, my cum-juice covered my thighs and ran in rivulets down my shins.
My fingers pumped through the orgasm, splashing against the dashboard.
My body suddenly jackknifed towards the roof, and I screamed.
As I released, so did something else, because when I finally came down and slumped in my seat, nothing mattered anymore.
The demons could play games and I would remain unaffected by the plotting.
Because that was some kind of crazy cosmic shit I just experienced, a genuine transcendental revelation, and all I could think about was spending the rest of my life with my body dancing to Tano’s touch.
Closing my eyes, I must have drifted off, coming to when we pulled onto Tano’s private road.
“Good nap?” He smirked.
“Holy shit, Tano, never have I ever felt that before. Sorry about your car.”
His only answer was a grin which I answered with one of my own.
“Come on, naughty girl, let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”
I grabbed my shorts from the floor and pulled them up my legs and slid my feet into my sandals.
I wobbled on rubbery legs, as Tano escorted me from the driveway inside the house and then scooped me up and took the steps two at a time.
Peeking over his shoulder, I saw that it was about an hour away from sunset.
“Tano, can we eat on the deck and watch the sunset?” I don’t know what was wrong with me, but when he gazed down at me with an open expression, I felt tears threaten to fall.
“Of course. You get cleaned up, have a shower and put on something comfortable, and I’ll have the wine and dinner ready.”
We entered the bedroom, and he walked through to the ensuite where he placed me on the bathmat and turned to go.
“Tano. Wait.”
He turned at the door, crossing his arms, regarding me with that slightly guarded look he’d perfected. Was that his go-to when he felt the need to protect himself? But he didn’t, not from me.
“I want to share how you make me feel when I’m with you, and how I feel about you, but I’m afraid.” That admission was huge and now I waited for him to respond.
“Gabriella, I’m safe and you can share anything you want with me. I want to share with you too and that is a first for me.”
My heart soared with hope. Maybe there could be a happily ever after for the runaway princess and the sinister mafia doctor.
“Tano, can I ask for a favor?”
He stayed calm, removed, but I swear I saw panic pass through those dark eyes before he said, “Yes.”
“If they find me and take me away from you, promise you’ll never forget me. Promise that what we had was special.”
In two steps, he was in front of me, gathering me into his strong embrace.
“Gabriella, no one is taking you from me, and what we have shared has been more than special. I never thought I could feel like this about anyone. You…have awakened something in me that I thought I’d buried a long time ago, and I…
” His jaw clenched. His eyes searched mine, clear and almost painfully honest, but in the end, he only said, “We can talk more at dinner. Get cleaned up and I’ll make sure your luggage is brought up. ”
He turned on his heel and left, leaving me to question my sanity in sharing what I did with him. Why would I make myself so vulnerable? At least he didn’t laugh. In fact, he’d shared in my moment of unguarded romanticism.
True to his word, when I entered the bedroom, my luggage was open on the settee across from the bed. Deciding on silk lounging pajamas in a deep red that looked cozy and sensual, I dressed and hustled downstairs.
When I found Tano, he was at the open glass doors to the deck, taking in the magnificent vista of ocean, beach, and forest. His place was almost magical and so was he.
He stood tall and relaxed, the wind ruffling his clothes tight to his body, the setting sun outlining every muscle.
Still a predator, but in repose instead of tense and ready to pounce.
He was breathtaking and I found I couldn’t move my eyes away.
“Stop eye-fucking me, piccolina,” he said without turning around.
How the hell did he know?
“Caught,” I said. A nervous giggle followed as I stepped up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.
It was an intimate gesture, one someone in love would do, and when I realized that, I knew I’d fallen down the rabbit hole.
All that remained now was to see if he would come tumbling after me.