Another Treatment session
Roberto finished his meal and stood up from the dining table. He headed to the hallway, and when he was about to enter his room, he remembered Vincenzo. He heaved a sigh and walked to his room. His men bowed their heads as he walked past them. They dared not look at his face.
“Come with me,” He said to one of his guards, and he followed behind him immediately.
He got to Vincenzo’s door and stood about two meters away from the door so that his guard could get it.
His guard opened the door without walking, and Roberto walked in to see Vincenzo and Martina sitting on the bed. Her hand was on his forehead, and his eyes were closed. They seemed more comfortable than usual.
Vincenzo stood up after seeing him walk into the room, and he slightly lowered his head.
“What is going on here?” His eyes moved from one person to the other.
“Martina is checking up on me, Mr. Roberto. I think I have a fever.” Vincenzo told.
“Yes, Roberto. He should visit the hospital as soon as possible.” Martina interfered. She stood up from the bed and moved to where Vincenzo stood. She placed her hand on his forehead again, and her short robe shifted up as she did.
“Come and check him yourself.” She looked at Roberto worriedly, and Roberto heaved a sigh. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. The guard that went with him saw this and raced to where Roberto stood.
“Fetch me a doctor immediately.” He ordered. His man bowed and hurried out of the room.
“You should rest well then. A doctor will be here to attend to you soon.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Roberto.” Vincenzo moved back to the bed and laid on it. Martina quickly reached for the bedspread and covered his body with it.
“You should let him rest,” Roberto said, looking at Martina. She looked at him and bounced her head. She sat on the bed and stared at Vincenzo. Roberto creased his brows as he watched her.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm letting him rest. I want to be here when the doctor comes.” Her eyes didn’t leave Vincenzo’s body as she spoke.
“You can’t be here because I need you to change my bandage. So, you are coming with me.”
Martina rolled her eyes and looked at Roberto in frustration.
“The doctor can do that too, right?”
“Don’t you dare question me! Remember, you are still my slave. Now, come with me.” Roberto turned to walk out of the room. He expected Martina to follow behind him.
“You should do as he says, if not, he is going to punish you.”
Martina heaved a sigh and stood up. “I’m not scared of his punishments. I’ll be back soon.” She moved closer to him and planted a kiss on his forehead. He smiled and looked at her in amusement.
“Don’t think too much,” She said walking out of the room with a large smile on her face.
She got to the hallway and saw Roberto was gone. “Where is he now?” She muttered.
“Mr. Roberto is waiting for you in his room.” One of his men told her. She bounced her head and walked to his room.
She wanted to knock on the door, but the guards stopped her and opened up for her.
“You are gentlemen now. That is good.” She teased as she walked into the bedroom, and they shut the door behind her.
She got into the room and noticed Roberto’s television was on. She looked closely at the screen, and her mouth fell open when she saw he was watching pornography. She creased her brows when she saw the lady on the TV tied to a pole, and her legs were open wide. Martina was terrified.
“Why is he watching such horrible things?” She thought to herself.
Roberto saw the expression on her face, and he broke into laughter before he could think. Martina turned to look at him and watched him laugh at her.
“What’s so funny?” She fumed.
“Why do you have that look on your face? I asked you to change my bandage, not watch Tv.”
“Why are you watching this when I’m here? Can’t you watch something else?”
She shuffled to the other side of his bed to get the briefcase from the shelf. She moved to his bed and sat on it, placing the first aid kit on the desk next to his bed.
Roberto still had his robe on, and Martina wanted to reach for his sleeve and roll it up when he stopped her.
He untied the knot of his robe and removed it. Martina’s eyes fell on his naked muscular chest immediately. Her mouth slightly opened as she saw how beautiful his chest was.
Starting from his sexy, plunging deep necklines, which he always covered, was with a small star tattoo. The horizontal orientation of his breast tissues was alluring. His nipples were small and they faced forward. Down his abdomen, were natural folds showing his abs. It was pleasurable to look at. Roberto noticed that Martina was lost in his beauty, and he felt proud of it. He laid properly making his pecs and abs more alluring.
Martina jolted out of her lustful fantasies and exhaled loudly. The air of the room was filled with the moans of the lady from the TV. They were pleasure moans. Martina shook her head in disgust. She wondered how the lady could enjoy such torture.
“You hate it, don’t you?” Roberto asked with his eyes still glued to the TV.
“She is enjoying it. It doesn’t matter if I hate it or not.” Martina cut the bandage with the scissors and began to unwrap his arm.
“I bet you haven’t tried it before and that is why you are irritated. We’ll do the same tonight.”
Martina’s eyes widened, and she looked at Roberto in terror.
“What? No! I’m not going to do that with you!” She sprang to her feet, and Roberto looked at her.
“Why did you stand up? You are yet to finish.” He looked at his arm as he spoke. He saw his wound was healing faster than he expected, and he smiled.
“You know very well I’m still very tight and I can’t pass through something like this. Why are you so heartless?” Martina’s eyes watered in the twinkle of an eye, and tears streamed down her face.
“Is that why you stopped what you were doing? You need to cover this up… Now!”
“Please, Roberto, don’t do this to me. I won’t survive it. I have always wanted my first sex to be with love and care, not like this. Please.” She bowed her head and fell to her knees. Roberto raised his brows in surprise.
He wasn’t expecting her to be so soft about it. He wanted her to shout and dare him, but she surprised him. He then found out that she never saw sex as ordinary. Martina kept her head bowed, and she refused to stop crying.
“Martina.” His voice came calmly and soothing. Martina raised her head and looked at him with her teary eyes. She was surprised he called her name without yelling.
“Come closer. My wound is still exposed. You can cry later, okay?”
Martina’s raised her brows in disbelief. When she thought she found the soft spot in him, he once again proved her wrong. “He has no emotions.” She cried inwardly.
She stood up and walked to the bed. She sat on the bed and cut some cotton wool from inside the box. She poured a little distilled water on it and used it to clean the face of his wound carefully. She realized the girl’s moaning on the television stopped and looked back with curiosity. She saw the video had stopped playing. She took a glance at Roberto’s emotionless face and continued dressing his wound.
She looked closely and saw the wound was closing up rapidly, and there was no need for cotton wool before wrapping his arm. She picked up the bandage and began to wrap his arm again.
“Did you use your medication after breakfast?” She avoided his face as she asked.
“What do you care?”
She heaved a sigh and kept mute. “He isn’t worth any of the care I show to him.” She thought to herself.
She finished wrapping his arm and started parking the tools she used into the box.
“By the look of things, you can stop using bandages tomorrow. Plasters would work now.” She carried the kit and placed it on the shelf.
“And when did you become a doctor?” He asked, trying so hard to ignore her backside.
“It is common sense, Roberto. Any smart person would know this.”
She turned to look at him and threw her hands in the air. “I am done here, right?”
“You can leave. Save your strength for tonight. Nothing is going to stop me from doing what I want with you.”’
Martina exhaled and rolled her eyes. She was scared, but she knew she couldn’t do anything to change his mind. So, she acted like the strong woman she was.
“Fine.”
Roberto arched one of his brows as he watched her walk out of the room.
“First, she is so emotional, and now, she is okay with it? What kind of human is she?”
