Chapter Twelve
Gaetano
I’d been texting Gaby all afternoon with no response and while I prided myself on never losing my temper, I was ready to blow a gasket.
After all the considerable stresses of my life, both as a surgeon and a Vitale, it was that little brat with the power to affect me beyond my ability to control.
Was it normal to want to strangle her while simultaneously protecting her from the world?
I was sure this was some kind of twisted love-obsession thing that I wished had never happened, yet now that it had, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.
I finally gave in and messaged Vincent directly. She was swimming and had been for a while, explaining why she never answered my messages. That eased the tight knot in my chest, but that didn’t mean my willful Gabriella was out of danger.
“Tell her I want her in the special outfit she packed and waiting in my office.”
“Yes, boss.”
I rubbed my hands, imagining her soft, supple body beneath them.
“Something to share, brother?” Romeo inquired with a crooked smile.
“No,” I said, standing. “Your men are fine and as I have places to be, I’ll take my leave.” Laughter echoed, following me down the hall as I made a hasty retreat.
By the time I arrived at my home in the Hamptons, it was 9 p.m. I was hungry, but no amount of food could satisfy me the way licking Gaby’s sweet pussy would.
I checked in with my men and made my way to my office. Opening the door, I found my naughty nurse exactly where she should be, in the corner, her gorgeous ass on display. Her panties rode high, and a light pink still glowed on her backside from the attention it received this morning.
My cock tented my pants at the sight of her in that outfit. “You have been a naughty girl, Gabriella.” I moved behind her and ran my hands down her tucked arms. “Haven’t you?” I whispered close to her ear.
Goosebumps rose on her skin and her pulse at the base of her neck spiked, but I didn’t need to see those things to know she was turned on. I could smell her excitement.
“You came in the bathroom this morning when I sent you to get cleaned up,” I growled.
She gasped and even though her eyes were focused forward on the wall, I saw them round with shock. “But how could you know?”
“Ah, so you admit it then.” I was already moving into the role of principal, enjoying her teetering on the edge of the unknown. I would lead this scene and see if she followed. “Miss Calabretta, in this school I have eyes and ears everywhere.”
A sigh left her body and she shifted slightly, jutting her chest a little forward.
The position showed off her pebbled nipples pressing against the restraints of the fabric holding them.
I wanted to reach out and pluck those ripened berries and twist them while she cried with pleasure, but I restrained myself. For now.
“Tell me, Gabriella, who owns your body?”
She licked her lips enticingly, lightly tugging the corner of her lower lip with her teeth before answering me. “You do, Sir.”
“Who owns your pleasure?”
She released a groan. “You, Principal Vitale.”
“That’s right, I do.” Wrapping the band of her underwear around my fingers, I yanked up, pulling the white cotton tight between her ass crack and those succulent pussy lips.
“Ah!”
“Did you pleasure yourself this morning while I was right outside the bathroom door?” I demanded, tugging harder.
“Yes, I did, Sir! I’m so sorry.”
I released her panties. “You aren’t yet, but you will be. Bend over the desk and grasp the other side. You will keep your hands there and stay in position or I will begin the count again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied and made her way over to the desk with her undies still tucked into her crack.
I watched, amused, as Gaby rose onto her tiptoes, reaching across the desk to grasp the curved edge firmly in her hands.
Her toes, now hovering off the floor, brought her into a position of compliance I very much enjoyed.
I quickly adjusted her skirt, which had partially fallen from the waistband, and tugged her underwear clean off. I inhaled her damp panties before depositing them in my pocket.
“Miss Calabretta, at this school, strict obedience is expected and you have broken that sacred trust. Therefore, I must deliver the school-issued code of conduct on punishment for an errant student. As such, you will receive ten strokes with the cane.”
Playing her part to the fullest, Gaby squeezed her buttocks tightly together and cried out, “Oh, but Sir, please have mercy, I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.”
This woman was damn perfection!
“You didn’t? My mistake. Then what did you mean to be when you outright disobeyed me by taking away the pleasure I’d promised to give you later if you behaved yourself?”
A little groan from Gabriella was telling of how much she enjoyed dipping her toes into a role.
“Thank you for the reminder, Miss Calabretta. You directly disobeyed my order and stole pleasure. You will have to receive ten with the school strop as well.”
A quick intake of breath from Gaby…now I had her full attention. She’d had plenty of time to get into character while preparing herself and waiting in the corner, and now her luscious backside squeezed in anticipation of the first stroke.
Opening the cabinet, I brought out two canes and took turns whipping them through the air, watching goosebumps appear on her skin as she listened to that incomplete sound, knowing that the next time she heard them slice through the air, it would end in a crack and a hot line of punishment across her ass.
Placing the cane across the top of her curvy rump, I leaned down, my mouth a mere breath away from her ear. “Tell me how long you have fantasized about this moment, played it over in your mind, maybe even rubbing and playing with your slick nub while you imagined being bent over.”
I expected her to shiver, to blush, to have to reach down through years of repression to find her voice, but no, she replied at once.
“Forever it seems, since I was a young girl stealing kisses from the gardener’s son, I’ve fantasized about all the ways a man could take me and give me the greatest pleasure.
But not once, Tano, in all of my imagining, was it ever as good as this.
” She tilted her head slightly, one eye balefully watching me.
“I feel seen by you, Gaetano. For better or worse, you’re it for me. ”
That was a huge confession for my girl, and I fully planned on rewarding her for it. “Get ready, Miss Calabretta. I don’t plan on disappointing you.”
Standing back, I chose the lighter of the two canes and brought it down so she felt the bite but not too much sting. My desire to play out this schoolgirl game had been replaced by an impulse to reward her for her honesty.
Down her backside I went, making one neat line after another while Gaby adjusted to the new implement.
I decorated the tops of her thighs and made my way back up to the beginning.
Switching my stance to the other side of her body, I repeated the strokes, first down and then up.
When I was done delivering her warm-up, I placed the cane on her low back and put my hand on her ass, gently rubbing her glowing cheeks.
She kicked her legs when I slipped a finger into her soaking entrance and circled her nub, the cane almost slipping off.
“Ah-ah,” I warned. “If the cane falls from its perch, you will not like the consequences. Hold still.”
I leveled out the cane once more and fingered her needy pussy. Gaby contracted around my finger, squeezing the digit while she chased an orgasm that was not allowed, at least not yet.
Pulling out of her tightness and grasping the heavier cane, I swept it through the air a few times, alerting her to what was next. “Here comes your ten strokes. After each one, you will say, ‘thank you, Principal Vitale.’”
I lined up the cane and whipped it across the fleshiest part of her bottom. Gaby gasped as her body went rigid, but managed, “Thank you, Principal Vitale!”
I tapped her ass a few times and then brought down the next stroke to land slightly over the first. I could be accused of being meticulous. But if a woman was going to wear my marks, then they better be damn near perfect!
A sheen appeared on Gaby’s skin as she processed these stronger sensations. Taking a few gasping breaths, she finally uttered the required response. I kept the next few strokes the same intensity, saving the severest for the final three. She was handling it well and I was proud of her.
The seventh stroke landed just above her sit spot.
“Argh!” Gaby’s legs flailed and the warm-up cane tumbled to the floor.
“Thank me, Gabriella, or we will begin the count again.”
“Thank you, Principal Vitale,” she uttered tearfully.
I replaced the renegade cane on her low back. “This stays here, or I add one stroke for every time it falls.”
Standing back, I delivered number eight. To her credit, Gaby quickly spat out her thank you. Nine was at the top of her thighs and she kicked her legs, but not enough to upset the resting cane. Smart girl, she was learning.
The tenth stroke was delivered higher at the sit spot and Gaby howled when the sting set in, but held still.
Removing the cane from her, I helped her to stand. “To the corner, Miss Calabretta. Thrust your backside out further please.”
Gaby did as she was told, bending her knees a bit and pushing her ass towards me. Despite the ten punishing strokes, her arousal had not diminished. Her puffy lips did little to hide the pleasure she was getting from the heat that was no doubt radiating into her already warm core.
Stepping in behind her, I traced the raised welt left by my last stroke. She hissed at first and then melted into my touch.
“That’s my good girl.”
Gaby moaned, pressing her ass back towards me.
“Widen your legs,” I demanded, sliding two long tapered fingers into her dripping tightness.
“Is this what you want?” I finger-fucked her hard, hitting her favorite erogenous zone.
Within a few strokes, she squeezed my fingers with her muscles, milking them as her body rocked through a powerful orgasm.
Wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her from falling, I kept finger-fucking her and within seconds she was screaming my name as another powerful orgasm swept through her.
“Holy hell, that was so hot,” she panted.
“Hang on, brat, it’s about to get hotter. Place your hips over the thick arm of the sofa chair and rest your forearms on the seat.”
As she got herself in place, I pulled the strap from the cabinet and tapped it against her red backside.
“This will be a completely different sensation,” I warned her.
“There is no need for a warm-up as you had before your strokes. The leather on its own is a lovely sensation, but over already-tenderized skin, it may feel heavier than you wish. This time, all I require of you is to count, is that understood, Miss?”
“Yes, Sir, Mr. Vitale.”
“Good girl.”
Like the cane, I began at the top and worked my way down, saving the strongest blows for the last three.
Unlike the first round, these strokes brought grunts and growls of pleasure from Gaby.
When we were done, I lifted her and sat on the chair, pulling her onto my lap.
She snuggled into me, placing her face against my chest and sighed contentedly.
I cupped her chin until our eyes met. “Obedience, Gabriella, is required to survive the life we’re in. Don’t think I’ll be lenient a second time just because I turned this punishment into a scene. Ignoring me is not a joke.”
“It’s not funny to scare people,” she murmured. “Yes, babbo, I remember the pool. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, I promise. I was swimming and lost track of time.”
I cuddled her closer, rocking her in my arms. “I believe you, but this can’t happen again. I need to know you are safe. Had you not been with my guards, I would have been out of my mind with worry. Next time, be considerate and leave the phone by the pool edge.”
“I’m sorry, Tano. I’m not trying to be bad, I’m just used to doing things my way. You’re right when you said before I got away with a lot at home. I like choices, not being told what to do.” Her lips puckered into a pout.
Leaning back, I tucked her against my side. “I love your viewpoints and have no intention of stifling them. One of the things I admire most about you is that you speak your mind, even when you probably shouldn't.”
Her lips twitched.
“But there is a difference between having a voice and ignoring danger.” I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“I don't need blind obedience from you, Gabriella. I need trust. If I tell you to do something because your safety is at risk, I need you to believe I'm acting in your best interests, even if you don't understand the reason at that moment.”
She studied me carefully.
“I spent years learning how to keep people alive. Sometimes that means making decisions quickly. Sometimes it means seeing a threat before anyone else notices it.”
My hand settled on her knee.
“I will always listen to you. I will always explain when I can. But when it comes to keeping you safe, I won't gamble with your life.”
Standing, I laid her on her back on my desk and placed her knees on my shoulders.
“You are mine, Gabriella, and I will remind you of that every time you require it.” Parting her thighs, I drove my tongue into her sweet, tangy goodness, alternating my strokes between darting my tongue deep inside her and swirling her nub.
Gaby’s fingers grasped my hair as she thrust her hips.
Clamping down on her bud, I speared her with a finger and felt her shiver around my digit.
“That’s my good girl,” I soothed. Her glazed eyes peered up at me, watching as I toed off my shoes and quickly shucked my pants and boxers.
Lining up my cock and thrusting deep inside of Gaby, I lost myself in her and knew that she was it for me.
No other woman had ever made me feel as complete as she did, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe, not only from the Russians, but also from her family.