The Mafia's Doctor

Not your typical girl

             Elle and Damian had made love to each other for most of the night and the rest of it they spent it talking to each other. They did not even realized how the time passed but surely they did not care. But their honeymoon faze was cut short by the young ginger maid. Damian was ready to attack the intruder when the door cracked but when he saw the cup coming in he realized there was no danger and his beloved was safe. But still their moment was ruined; he was not ready to share her with the outside world, not yet.

        “What the f*ck do you think you’re doing coming in my room without knocking?” The young maid was speechless, how could that woman be in his bed again. He would not bring her here to have s*x with her if she was not special for him, the maid thought. Now her plans were ruined and she had to think quickly before she losses everything. What to do? Should she play dumb? To make it seem like it was by accident thinking he was in the shower? Should she say something to make Elle jealous on her and make her think that they had something? But won’t she risk her job doing that?

        So many options and the clock was ticking, she was getting nervous and Damian was starting to lose his temper. “Well, did the cat catch your tongue?” He snickered. “And why haven’t you left already?” But that was his mistake, hearing the way he was talking to her she decided to make him look bad but still play it like she is perfect in his eyes. With a flick of her hair she was about to answer. “I was only bringing the coffee as I do every morning and this is the time when you normally get up to shower and do not forget how grumpy you get…” She did not get to finish what she was saying.

        Damian was fuming, he was thinking the worst. Elle’s face was stoic and he was ready to crush the maids’ throat and snap it like a chicken’s bone. But yet once again Elle surprised him. “That is so thoughtful of you but I believe that from now on we will ask when to bring the coffee, I mean sometimes we could sleep in and I would not want you to do it and to get cold before we could drink it.” And she gave the sweetest smile ever. “Oh, and also if you would not mind giving me some minutes to dress up and to show me the kitchen, I would like to prepare breakfast today. You can take a break if you want.”

        Once again the young maid was baffled, how a person could be so nice but in the same time cut with her words. Was she really that intelligent to catch on quickly or too dumb to get her intentions? “Sir always gets up at this hour and never slept in since I was a little girl. And regarding the breakfast, tell me what you want and I will prepare it for you.” Elle shook her head; she was starting to understand that the little girl was marking her territory. “You are kind but I don’t know yet what I am going to prepare, I hope seeing what you have in the fridge to inspire me.” And again gave her angelic smile.

        Damian had long forgotten what was the reason he was mad not 2 minutes ago. He was under Elle’s spell, the idea of her cooking for him and the image of her in his shirt in the kitchen was making his member rock hard. “You really want to cook for me? I mean us?” Elle nodded. “Clean this mess you made here and then you and the other maids have the morning of.” Said Damian without a single expression on his face and without even waiting for a response from the young woman took Elle in his arms and went to the walk in closet. All the way Elle was giggling like a school girl and he enjoyed hearing her, music to his ears.

        He handed her one of his shirts and once again it look d*mn hot on her. She decided that she would close only a few buttons since they would be alone. He put on a pair of pants and in a second he was hugging her from behind and watching their reflection in the mirror wall. “You are amazing! I never thought that I will ever have the chance to be this happy.” She closed her eyes and indulged in the feeling. “You know I have been wanting to return your other shirt for some time now but every time I put it on to sleep in it changes my mind.” She blushed and he smirked liking the idea of her sleeping in his shirt every night. She was home and she was safe and loved.

        Arriving in the massive kitchen Elle made Damian sit at the island while she was browsing thru the pantry to decide what to cook. Not being able to decide she shouted from the pantry. “What do you normally eat in the mornings?” Not knowing that Damian was a bit impatient and decided that he had had enough time without seeing her. He was in the door frame admiring her from behind and taking in her alluring form in his shirt. His d**k was twitching painfully already and that was the moment when he decided to go behind her, slowly touch her sides and whisper in her ear. “Well, since last night I think I will have your pu*sy for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” His hot breath on her neck was t*rture for her. She could already feel her panties getting went and he had not even tried anything else.

        But she decided to be more comfortable with herself and she spines around puts her hands on his torso and with a shy voice says. “Only if I get to eat my dessert first.” And she bites her lower lip. Damian was already horny but now he felt like his friend was going to explode in his pants. “Oh, kitten don’t start something you can’t finish.” And he lowered his hands on her bubble as* and gave it a squeeze. Elle yelped but did not back down, instead she tangled her arms around his neck and whispered into his ears. “Are we alone in the house? And are there any cameras in here?” Once again he was even hornier; this woman will be the death of him. He swallowed hard and said. “There are no cameras in here but we are not alone in the house, the bodyguards are still here.”

        “That means you will have to keep a look out so we don’t get caught.” Then she winked at him and like in a dance lowered herself to his member and started to slowly play with it. Even thru the material it was feeling so good. Damian started grunting and Elle took it like a sign to keep going. She took his pants and boxers off and without saying anything she started sucking his balls and moving her hand up and down on his length. “Oh, f*ck baby you make me so hard. Don’t stop!” She did not stop but started to up her moves and gave him the most mind blowing release. For the first time in his life his legs were wobbly. Elle was proud of her doing and like usual did not let a single drop slip her lips.

        “My turn now!” Said Damian while giving her a predator look. “Do you mind if you skip this one?” His face changed and pain took the place of the lustful one. “Don’t get me wrong, I am already wet but I am so sore down there and I am really hungry.” And she lowered her head thinking he would get mad and start rejecting her, instead he picked her up bridal stile and he chuckled. “That means we have to put something in that belly of yours.” And kissed her hair. He lowered her on the chair were he used to stay and went to the fridge. “Bacon and eggs or omelet?”

        “You cook?” Asked Elle pleasantly surprised. “I am no master chef but I know my way around the kitchen.” She hopped off the chair and went to hug him from behind. “Bacon and eggs, please. I will make the salad to go with it.” And gave him a chased kiss. Well now he was whipped and he knew it. She was the first person in his life that was able to make him do whatever she wanted with just a “please”. God forbids when she gives him their children because then she won’t need to ask for anything. She will just need to lay her eyes on it and it will be hers. Yes, he was already thinking of having kids with her, he loved her that much already.

        After breakfast Elle had to go to the hospital and like always she had to borrow clothes from Damian, thank God this time was only a t-shirt. “If you would move in as I said you would not have to wear my clothes. But to be frank I don’t mind it at all.” And gave her a breath taking French kiss. “I know but all in my own time but I will pack a bag and bring it with me the next time.” Damian smirked and took her to another part of the closet. When he opened the fake sliding wall Elle was left speechless. A full closet with lady cloths from jackets to dresses, from shoes to bags and something for each season was waiting for here. “What is this?”

        “Well, I thought you would like to have your own stuff here so I asked Liz to help me with this. Everything you could want is right here. And I would not mind to see the black lace lingerie on you.” And he winked at her. “It’s way too much and I don’t need you to buy me staff. I have my own money for that.” And she turned around to face him with an annoyed face. “I don’t know what type of woman you are used to but you can’t buy me with expensive stuff and most surely not my f*cking virginity!” And she stormed out the room. Damian was incapable to make up two words. Any other woman would be ecstatic but not her. What was wrong with him? Why was he not able to make her happy?

        “Baby, stop!” And he caught her arm. “I was just trying to make it easier for you. Please, don’t assume something just because I have no f*cking idea what a woman should wear and Liz took it to another level.” Elle started laughing; he was so cute trying to explain himself, just like a teenager caught sneaking out of the house. “What is it so funny?” He asked rising an eyebrow. “Sorry I assumed that you were trying to buy me. It’s just I like working for the stuff I get, I am very independent. And you were so cute when trying to explain.” Damian frowned. “I am not cute, I am deadly. I am the f*cking mafia leader.” But all he succeeded was to make a pout that made her laugh even harder.

        “Ok, Mr. Mafia Leader, but you will have to take it back. I am keeping only the lingerie and this blouse because I have nothing else to wear.” He rolled his eyes. “Think of them as a p*****t for putting up with me, my family and the life I live.” Elle was not sold. “Damian!” He went closer to her. “I love how my name rolls of your tongue, more when we are in bed and…” She slapped his torso to make him shut up. “It’s settled then, you keep them.” She rolled her eyes. “Will see, come on I have to go or else I will be late at the hospital. And don’t, don’t say it. I don’t care I am sleeping with the boss.” Damian grinned like a mad man. “I love you!” He liked that they already had started to know what each other thought.

        I wonder how the young maid would react to the sight of the cloths. She was not allowed to see what Liz had been bringing all this days. At first she thought they were gifts for her master but she had nothing new to wash or he had not said one thing about putting stuff in the closet. But one thing was clear; she was bringing bags and boxes regularly. The truth was she had no idea of the adjacent closet built just for the future Ms. Moretti because she would never do the cleaning. She would give the girls orders and be the wanna be Ms. 

        Elle took “her” car to the hospital and Damian as usual took one of his many black cars to work. Arriving to the hospital Elle went to change in her scrubs. A bit in pain from last night she was taking her time to do it when she heard an annoying squeaking that made her realize that she signed her death sentence. “When? How? I need details! I am so proud of my little girl. She popped her cherry.” Damn, Ann was going to make it a big deal. “Shh, don’t scream so loud, last night.” Ann was a bit confused, last night he was in beast mode and he was beaten up, he must have a lot of stamina.

        “Look, let’s get coffee I will tell you all on the way to the briefing.” Ann rolled her eyes and said. “Fine, but I want all the details and start covering your hickeys. He really marked his territory and people may get the wrong impression.” And she started laughing and grinning. Elle crimson red covered her neck and chest. As always the meeting was boring and long, no one could put up with the “chief”. On a normal day he would be "innocent", like always he would make inappropriate comments and would have high standards although he was mediocre. But today he was more interested in punishing the girls that his new baby doll resident had beef the day before. Normally Dr. Lambert had the position but so he could have enough time for the crew he had to give it up. But he did not mind it, he hated bureaucracy.

        “And for last Dr. Tevis and Dr. Neale can you explain to us why I haven’t seen you every day for the past month? Do you think you can get away with it behind my back?” behind him his new bimbo was smirking like she had won the lottery. Normally these questions would not bother them but Dr. Lambert was not there to make an excuse for them and like always Ann went first. “I believe you have been informed about our schedules by Dr. Lambert, we are under him after all.”

        “I don’t care what you have spoken to him. I am the acting chief and I rule over your dumb heads. Since you have been insolent you and your little friend will have a 48 shift starting now.” But Ann was not having it. “Mr. Moretti won’t be so happy with your decision.” Hearing his name he went white like a ghost but the woman behind him puts a hand over his shoulder and he decides to call it bluff. “Don’t talk to me about Mr. Moretti, I am his right hand or else I would not be here.” The true reason for his position was his greedy as* and love for money. He would close a blind eye at any strange activity involving Damian. “Who do you think you are to mention his name? I am not changing my mind, 48 hours and the next weekend on call.”

        “Fine, it’s your funeral.” Ann winked at him and left the room. Elle followed her and started calling Dr. Lambert. After the third ring he answered. “Dr. Lambert the chief punished me and Ann with a 48 hours shift an the next weekend on call because we have been skipping briefing to come to the clinic. We won’t be able to come there any time soon.” Dr. Lambert was stunned. “Elle, slower. How does that rat dare to meddle in this? Do not worry I will handle it.” And hang the phone. While Dr. Lambert was trying to get a hold of the chief, Damian was texting Elle to let her know he will be out until tonight.

         “Hey, baby! On my way out of town, won’t be able to talk. See you tonight? – Damian” “Hey! Be safe! Can’t I have the graveyard shift. - Elle” “A what, since when? Lance said it? - Damian” “48 hours since this moment with Ann. No, the chief. Sorry, rain check? – Elle” “He did what? I can’t come now but don’t worry you are not doing it. – Damian” “Yes, I am. I don’t want to have special treatment because we are together. – Elle” Frustrated of texting Damian called Elle. “Baby, don’t be absurd I need you at the clinic. Lance is buying the materials right now and the girls are coming tomorrow, remember? You have to sort thru it and prepare.” Elle felt a bit guilty about lashing out at him. She thought once again that he was trying to show his power. “Sorry!”

        “You have nothing to apologize for. See you tonight and this time we will only sleep so you can recharge your batteries.” Elle chuckled and hang up. Ann was waiting like her life depended on this call. “What did he say? Is he going to get us out of this?” Elle nodded and went her way. She was not sure what was Damian going to do but had all the faith in him.

        Their shift was almost over but nothing out of the ordinary happened. Both of them were slammed all day with patients and annoying bimbo watching their back. Elle was more than tired she had no sleep the day before and now had to work at max capacity. Ann was getting anxious. “So what do we do? Should we change and leave? It’s almost 8 PM.” Elle looked one more time at her phone and sighted, there were no new messages from Damian. “I don’t know, it looks like we are stuck here.” Saying that the bimbo and the chief appeared. “I want you in this spot tomorrow morning fresh and dandy. Complaining to Lambert was a big mistake and did not change a thing, have fun with the rest of the shift. This will teach you that no one is above me.” And they gave a sickening laugh.

Then a husky baritone voice was heard from the entrance. “Not even me?” They all turned to the side and…