Chapter Seventeen
Gabriella
It has been said that doctors make the worst patients, but not Tano. He allowed me to treat him without protest and didn’t interfere unless I asked questions. He was an amazing teacher and I told him so.
“Have you ever thought about teaching at one of the medical universities, or being a guest lecturer? You’re a brilliant surgeon, but you would also make a brilliant teacher.
You have such a gift for instruction,” I told him, mischievously adding, “when you’re not barking out orders like a grumpy old walrus! ”
I darted away as he swung his arm, but underestimated his reach. He landed a stinging swat on my ass that had me gasp in surprise. “You must be healing fast to deliver a smack with that much enthusiasm,” I remarked, rubbing my poor bottom.
“I’ll show you enthusiasm. Come here, my naughty nurse, and feel what you do to me.”
As I approached the bed, Tano grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard-on. I squeezed his thick length through the sheet, gently moving my hand up and down.
“Get your juicy pussy on this cock,” he ordered.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Tano had been in bed eight days and had been healing in record time. If he was ready for sex, then he was probably ready to tackle a meeting with his brothers. He hadn’t spoken about it, but I knew he was concerned.
Pushing my skirt up over my hips and shimmying out of my panties, I climbed on top of Tano and slowly sank down on his hard shaft, enveloping him in my slick heat. We both moaned. It had been far too long since we’d had sex, and I needed this as badly as he did.
He massaged my ass, which he could easily reach while resting his injured shoulder. His other hand traveled freely, cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple. I tossed my hair back over my shoulder and rode him faster. He shifted his hips, hitting a deeper place.
“Yes!” I groaned. “It’s been too long since I felt you inside of me.”
He released my breast and circled my clit. Sparks went off in my head. Heat zapped down my spine and burst in my core. I clamped down on his cock, my walls shaking as my first orgasm in weeks took hold, an electrical storm sweeping through me.
“Ahh!” I collapsed forward against his uninjured side. Without warning, tears welled and suddenly I was weeping into his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, piccina?” Tano stroked my head with such tenderness it made me cry even more.
“I don’t know. There are so many emotions roiling around in me right now. I’m grateful you’re here, that we could do this, and I guess everything that was pent up since my capture is finally letting go. I was so afraid, for me and then you, and now here we are and you’re going to be okay.”
“We’re going to be okay,” he corrected me.
We were in Tano’s suite at the family estate.
Once he was out of danger, we had moved him there.
I was sure being in his own bed helped with the recovery and I didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in and seeing me naked, so instead of jumping up and putting on my clothes, I rolled to his side and snuggled against his muscular body.
I allowed exhaustion to overtake me and fell asleep in his warm embrace.
When I woke up sometime later, Tano was no longer in bed with me.
I sat up with a start. “Tano? Where are you?”
He poked his head out of his walk-in closet. “Here. Just getting dressed.”
Dressed? “Are you sure that is something you should be doing right now?”
He came out in a pair of relaxed slacks that hugged his hips and a Luca Faloni open-collar shirt, freshly bathed and shaven.
“How long was I sleeping?” I asked.
“Long enough for me to get cleaned up. I’m feeling immensely better.”
Gaetano strutted over to the bed and even I had to admit, his body seemed to vibrate with his usual energy. As I started to get up, he pushed me back on the bed, pressing my knees to my ears, and buried his head between my welcoming thighs, lapping at my pussy.
“Ohhh! That feels so good.”
His tongue was pure heaven. Alternating his strokes with circling my clit, he drove me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Just as I was about to convulse on his tongue, he pulled away.
“Hey!” I pouted. “That’s not very nice.”
Tano stood and grinned at me. “Consider this the first step of your punishment. I have that meeting with Romeo and Massimo and then a few things I need to take care of. Be rested and ready for tonight, Gabriella. We’re finally getting that family dinner.”
My jaw dropped as he strode confidently out of the room.
And just like that, he was back in charge, and I was scrambling to do his bidding.
Vittoria, my soon-to-be sister-in-law, had told me she could set me up with whatever I needed, but I knew exactly what I wanted.
I texted Vincent. “I need my things from the Hamptons. Any chance you can take me?”
“Already done and in the walk-in closet in Dr. Vitale’s suite.”
Wow, he didn’t waste any time. “Thank you, Vincent.”
“My pleasure, Miss Calabretta. Thank you for saving the boss's life.”
Aww, that was sweet. “It was a team effort. Thank you for saving us both.”
Vincent would be blushing and unsure what to say, so I didn’t expect him to reply. But as I flipped through the new wardrobe my man had purchased for me during my time at the safe house, my phone pinged with a new message from Vincent.
I was just doing my job, ma’am.
Deciding he was way too stoic, I decided to embarrass him and sent him heart and kissy emojis, laughing as I imagined his face when he read the text.
Finally deciding on my outfit, I laid it out on the bed along with the outfit I planned on wearing later. Now for some food. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten anything, and I was starving.
But as I opened the door, Vinny stood there, his hand in the air about to knock.
“Hey, I was just coming to get you for lunch.”
Out of all Tano’s brothers, Vinny had the sunniest disposition. But underneath that, I sensed there was a lot more to the man.
“Perfect. I’m starving.”
He led me through the house to the kitchen where the noon meal was being set out. This was my first time eating here, as anything I needed while tending to Tano was brought to me in the infirmary and then his suite.
It was a massive kitchen and smelled of home-baked bread. Their mother, Isabella, stood at the counter assembling a Caprese salad. She lifted her head and smiled in greeting. “There is the doctor! Please, come and sit.”
I grabbed a stool at the long counter and sat opposite her. “I’m not a doctor, Mrs. Vitale, just a simple nurse.”
“Oh? I don’t think there is anything simple about you, Gabriella.”
Vinny laughed and stepped up, kissing his mother on her brow.
“Ciao, Mama! It smells delicious.”
She leaned into her son, her smile widening.
“Take a seat and have some wine, Vincenzo. We have much to celebrate today.”
He sat beside me, and we watched his mother put finishing touches on the salad and then handed us plates, giving each of us a generous portion.
“Oh my god, the fresh mozzarella is so buttery, the best I’ve ever had,” I enthused. “Where is it from?”
“It’s ours, or rather, from our property in Italy. The basil is from our gardens here, as are the tomatoes.”
I mumbled my compliments again as I ate. One of the kitchen staff placed a basket of fresh bread on the counter. Vinny dug in, spreading a copious amount of herbed butter over the fluffy crumb.
“Wait until you try my Mama’s butter, Gabriella. It is the best in the world.”
I lathered a piece of bread and quickly took a bite. “Mmm, it is the best. Don’t you have a similar one at the restaurant?”
He nodded. “I do, but mama has a special ingredient she hasn’t shared with me, so mine isn’t as good.”
Isabella laughed. “One day I will share all my culinary secrets with you, my son.”
When lunch was done, Vinny was headed back to the restaurant to oversee the meal prep for the evening’s dinner, and I excused myself to rest up and prepare for what I was sure would be a long evening.
When Tano arrived back, he looked tired, and I made him lay down and rest. He was out like a light, and I snuggled beside him, finally taking that nap I’d been promising myself.
I woke up first and checked the time. We had an hour until we were expected downstairs. “Tano. Are you sure you’re up for a family dinner? We are expected to be downstairs in an hour.”
His eyes remained closed, but his smirk told me he was awake. “And miss a chance to show off my beautiful fiancée? Not a chance.”
“Who are you and what have you done with the real Tano?”
He chuckled. “This is me. I just never had a reason to share myself with anyone before. Not until now.” He rolled up to sit and glanced at the time. “We better move it if you are going to eat dinner on a sore bottom.”
“But you need to get ready,” I argued.
“I just need to change my clothing and so, it seems, do you. We have plenty of time.” Tugging me over his lap, Tano clamped my legs with one of his so I couldn’t wiggle out of his grasp.
“I saw your text to Vincent, little brat, and I didn’t appreciate you sending a man, especially an employee, heart emojis.”
His hand came down with a resounding slap. My ass hadn’t been spanked in a while and I felt the sting immediately. Unable to wiggle free, I moaned and groaned and hissed and cried as I tried to adjust.
“But I only meant to make him blush!”
“Regardless, no hearts to any man but me, sì?”
“Sì. Ouch!”
The spanks rained down too fast for me to acclimatize, and I was soon shouting. He pushed me over an invisible barrier and my tears and cries finally turned into purrs of desire.
“Oh god. Yes!”
I was so close to coming when he pulled away.
“No more for you until later and only if you behave. But I do have something for you to wear while we dine.”
He placed me on my tummy on the bed. Cold gel was pressed into my anus and the tip of a plug slowly made its way in. “You can’t be serious. Everyone will know.”
Behind me, Tano laughed. “No one will know, just you and me, and I will keep your dirty secret.”