Chapter 13 Rafael
Please.
Need washed over me as our tongues twisted together. There was nothing in this world that could get me to stop, not when it was finally happening. I groaned as ecstasy snaked up my spine. Cesare's lips against mine, his taste overwhelming my own. It was perfection.
I tilted my head, granting him more access and nearly came when he didn't hesitate to own every inch of my mouth. There was a burn in my lungs I wasn't willing to fix, not when he felt so good. I rolled my hips, moaning more into the kiss.
Pain washed over my tongue as Cesare bit me. It mixed with the pleasure, turning into an intoxicating mixture. Another moan slipped free as I offered my tongue up to him.
"You want more?" Cesare asked. His voice was nothing more than a growl.
Shivers raced up and down my spine. "Always."
The look that came over his face was too fleeting for me to truly grasp it. I was drunk off a single kiss. My head felt heavy and my body loose.
"Please don't stop, Daddy."
Cesare's fingers dug punishingly into my hips at my words. Even that touch was driving me wild. I groaned and lifted my hips a little, pressing more into his hold.
"Stop moving."
A whimper broke free, but I did as I was told. Even as sweat beaded along my spine and need ate at my insides. He stared at me as if waiting for me to make a mistake.
The corner of his lips tilted up as he sat back. "You will go upstairs, get undressed, and prepared."
Upstairs?
I glanced out the window, and sure enough, we were in the parking garage of Cesare's place. When had we gotten back? I barely remembered anything past Cesare's lips on mine.
Rough fingers gripped my chin and yanked my head back. Dark brown eyes were trained on me, and lips that were slightly pink after kissing me were dipped down in a frown. "I told you not to move."
"Sorry."
"Sorrys don't mean shit to me. What are you going to do to make up for your mistake?"
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, relishing in the pain to help me calm the fuck down. I almost started to dry hump Cesare.
"You can use my throat till you feel better."
He chuffed a laugh. "I was already going to do that. Every inch of you is here for me to use however I like."
My heart pounded against my rib cage, threatening to break free as fire burned every inch of my skin where he touched.
"Okay."
He cocked a single brow in question.
"I mean, what would you like for me to do?
" How in the hell this man had the capabilities to make me feel like a blubbering fool was beyond me.
I honed my prowess working in endless brothels to get the skills I needed to get Cesare.
And yet when faced with him, I found myself tripping over my words and actions.
"I'll think about it. Now go do what I said."
The last thing I wanted was to be apart from him even for a second. I slid down his lap until my knees hit the floor. I stared up at him through my lashes.
He met my gaze. His pupils were blown, but other than that and the hard-on, Cesare was the picture of composed.
At some point, he smoothed his hair back into place, and his clothes were only slightly wrinkled.
Nothing like mine. My shirt was torn open and my pants were halfway down my legs. My hair was probably a mess.
I affected him. I know I did, but I wanted to break that composure and get that wild, uncontrollable beast that seemed to come out whenever I pissed him off.
Make him mad or listen to him?
Both of the choices were tempting. I wanted to see what he'd do to me tonight, but I also didn't want to go in alone. He could fuck me right here and now.
"Rafael."
My name on his lips snapped me out of my circling thoughts. I fell back and pulled my pants up.
I'll be good for now, but the moment things aren't going my way, well, I'll have to see what else makes Cesare tick.
"No one gets to see what's mine," Cesare warned.
I stopped, my hand on the handle. "You ripped open my shirt." I pointed down as if he'd missed what he did.
"And if someone sees any part of you like this, it will be your ass that gets punished." He leaned forward, grabbing a cigar before settling back into the seat. He waved me off, his phone in hand.
There was so much I wanted to say. Asking why he wasn't following right behind me sat the heaviest on my tongue. I reluctantly swallowed it back. I grabbed the front of my shirt, groaning. There wasn't a single button left. I held it closed as I headed for the elevator.
Numbers flashed above, indicating which floor I was passing. My insides were in knots as I held my breath in hope no one got on with me. I needed the ride uninterrupted. I had no idea if Cesare had access to the camera inside the elevator, but I couldn't put it past him.
That kiss.
I moaned, letting my head fall forward slightly. My hair curtained around me, giving me a little privacy. I touched my lips and need instantly rushed through my veins. I hadn't wanted to stop.
My dreams were going to be consumed with his kisses.
I was getting a little more of Cesare each day now. He didn't know it yet, but I fully planned to claim pieces of him that he'd never let anyone else touch. And the ones others got, I'd make sure to erase them. Cesare was mine.
The ping from the elevator made me jump, and I looked up in time to see I got to our floor with no issues.
There was still no new guard outside the door, but I was still cautious.
I tightened my hold on my shirt and did what I could to shield myself.
The moment the door closed behind me, I made a beeline for my room.
I stripped my clothes off, freshened up, and grabbed the lube.
I was nearly at Cesare's door when I heard the front door open.
I picked up the pace, slipping into the room with seconds to spare.
His room was massive, but like most of the place, it was picture-perfect but void of actual life.
It was like Cesare had walked into some store and pointed to all the floor models and had them brought in and staged the exact same way.
In the middle of the room was a large king-size bed that was decorated in black and gray.
There was a set of double doors that probably led to the en suite bathroom and closet.
Blowing out a breath, I rolled my shoulders back. I had this. My whole plan was to make Cesare so obsessed with me that he couldn't function. Getting him addicted to my body was the first step. I headed toward the bed, slipping the panties down to rest on my thighs.
I contemplated for a few seconds how I wanted to be found.
I bent over the bed, resting my chest against the soft comforter as I popped open the cap and poured lube over my fingers.
The smell of ember and tobacco tickled the back of my throat, and I pressed my face firmly into the bed.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I reached back and let my slippery fingers coat my hole.
His scent was doing things to me that should be studied.
Sparks of need danced along my spine as moans spilled free.
I spread my legs more as I worked two fingers in.
The stretch made my toes curl as I rocked forward before rocking back.
I scissored them, stretching myself for Cesare.
His cock wasn't small by any means. Even with this amount of stretching, I was still going to experience the delectable burn that always turned into an inferno of need.
Moans broke free, filling the space the more I breathed in.
My head felt light the more I came to the realization that I was going to have him again.
I was surrounded by his scent, and my lips remembered all too well how good he felt while kissing me.
My heart was firmly lodged in my throat as it raced.
"I don't recall telling you to fuck yourself." Cesare's voice cut through the pleasure haze that blanketed me.
My hands stilled, along with my hips. Goosebumps broke all over my back as I tried to regain some kind of control.
"You—Fuck." I licked my lips. Being in his space was messing with my head. "You said—"
A hard slap to my ass made my body jerk forward. My fingers slipped out, and Cesare grabbed my wrist, forcing them back in. Instead of the two I'd been working with, he added two of his own.
"Fuck," I moaned. I spread my legs wider, swallowing as I let my body adjust to the fullness.
"You know, I'm tired of you telling me what I said." Cesare started to move his fingers before I was ready. The ache blossomed further and coated me in desire.
"I wanted to be ready for you."
His fingers moved deeper, and before I could figure out what he was doing, pleasure ruptured in the middle of my stomach. I slammed my head back onto the bed and screamed as Cesare pressed firmly against my prostate.
“So that’s where it is.” He was relentless as he played with me. The seconds of reprieve were short. I was drowning in pleasure and there was nothing I wanted or could do about it.
My legs trembled with the effort of holding me up. The telltale tingle at the base of my spine had me fisting the sheets.
"Wait… no. Fuck, wait." My pleads were broken and nothing more than screams. I tried to pull away. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted Cesare buried balls deep inside of me. "Cesare—wait."
"What's wrong, are you going to cum?" His laughter wrapped around me and coaxed me closer to climax.
I jerked my head up and down, trying to hold it off, but it was losing battle. I clenched around his thick fingers, seeing stars as I came. Cum hit the bed as all the air around me ceased to exist. Tremors covered me from head to toe as I moaned like the whore Cesare called me.
His fingers slipped out of me, and I was left feeling entirely too empty. I wiggled my hips with one single thought in my head.
I want him to fuck me.
"Puttana disordinata." A hard slap to my ass sent a new wave of endorphins pumping through my veins.