Chapter Fifteen #2
“Give me your hand.” He answered. Cesare took her hand in his, and Sabrina watched wide-eyed as he wrapped her smaller fingers around his length. She bit her lip as she confirmed she could not, in fact, fully wrap her hand around the girth of his cock.
Sabrina curiously stroked his soft skin, gently squeezing around him. Cesare’s chest rumbled as he slid her hand up and down, guiding her into a rhythm.
“If you go a little further down,” He instructed, guiding her hand to the weight of his balls. “The underside is…” Anything Cesare meant to say disappeared as Sabrina gently held and squeezed the way he’d palmed her breasts earlier. “Fuck.” He ground out, voice husky with pleasure.
“Like that?” Sabrina murmured, paying rapt attention to the task at hand, watching his response based on the pressure and pacing of her movements.
“Just like that, tesoro. So fucking good.” He nodded.
A shudder went through Sabrina’s body at the praise, and she alternated attention between his heavy cock and the sensitive sack just below it.
The sounds he was making made her blood heat and core pulse.
Sabrina placed a kiss on Cesare’s chest. “I want to suck it.” She whispered, eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Show me how?”
Cesare shook his head with a pained noise, pulling back just enough to run his hands along the front of her pants. “We need to ease you into this, baby.” He whispered.
Sabrina couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips and sighed, furrowing her brow.
She stroked his thick cock, becoming more and more aroused from his reaction to her touch.
She was still trying to figure out how a cock that she couldn’t fully wrap her fingers around was going to feel inside of her. How the hell was this supposed to fit?
Cesare moved his hand to the junction of her legs, pressing firmly on the center crease of her yoga pants, rewarded by a soft moan.
They fell into a rhythm, and he ground his thick cock into her center, muttering the filthiest praise that started to send her mind somewhere warm and floaty and soft spun.
“Want to see you.” Cesare’s voice was almost guttural. “Want to see your pretty tits, baby.”
Sabrina released her hold on his cock for a moment and lifted her arms as he pulled her shirt up and over her head.
The discarded top fell to the floor as Cesare palmed one of her breasts.
The move elicited a sensuous cry from Sabrina as Cesare leaned down to press a kiss against the exposed flesh, an almost reverent expression on his face.
Cesare switched breasts as he took his length in his own hands and stroked it once more.
“Touch your clit for me, baby. We’re going to come together. Just like that.”
Sabrina gratefully followed the instruction, slipping a hand down the front of her pants and rubbing on her clit. She gave a soft moan of relief and pressed a kiss against the curve of Cesare’s neck.
He gave a harsh pant that sounded almost pained at the feel of her mouth on his sensitive flesh. “I’m going to come on you.” He muttered. “I’m going to come on your beautiful tits, and you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
When Sabrina gave him a breathless nod, he rewarded her with a devouring kiss.
“I’m going to…” She broke off with a pleasurable whimper as Cesare slid his hand down the front of her pants.
With a roguish grin, he pressed his fingers over hers, mimicking the pattern she’d been massaging. His added touch sent a surge of pleasure through her. “So good, letting me touch you like this, baby.” He praised.
Sabrina nodded as she arched, her hips bucking against his hand. “Please!” She pleaded.
His sweet tesoro was so close, and she was about to come all over his fingers for the first time. He needed her pleasure like he needed his next breath. She just needed a little more encouragement.
“Have you been good, Sabrina?” Cesare asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Yes!” Sabrina cried out, her legs beginning to shake.
“Are you sure?” Cesare needled. “Only good girls get to come.”
Cesare increased the pressure and speed of his thumb against her clit, and Sabrina groaned audibly when she realized she was waiting for his permission, his approval to come. She needed it like she needed her next breath.
“Please! I've been good. I've been so good.” Sabrina whimpered in desperation. Her red copper curls moved with a life of their own as she threw her head back, arching against Cesare in pleasure.
“Come for me now, tesoro. So good for me, baby. So fucking beautiful.” Cesare rumbled.
Sabrina gave a sharp cry as her orgasm ripped through her. A moment later, Cesare pulled back with a groan, and she watched as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, landing on the curve of her breasts and the softness of her stomach.
Cesare’s gaze remained glued to the sight of her, as he continued to come with a shudder, eventually resting his head on her shoulder with a groan as he watched his cum slowly drip down her breasts.
“This pussy is mine. I’m going to take all of your firsts, Sabrina.” He vowed. “But we’re going to take our time. You’re going to let me take care of you, baby. Can you do that?” He asked.
Sabrina nodded, feeling slightly out of her body. It was a paradoxical feeling, because she’d also never been more alive. A warm rag ran down her breasts and the pane of her stomach, and her muscles clenched and relaxed in response to the sensation.
“I’m taking you back to bed.” He soothed. “Where I’m going to feed you breakfast, and then you’re going to get more than two hours of sleep.”
Sabrina made a relieved sound. “Okay. I need to check on the animals, though.”
Cesare looked at her contemplatively before reluctantly nodding. He picked her up off the counter and put her back on her feet before him. “Five minutes, and then your ass is back in bed.” He said matter-of-factly.
Sabrina tilted her head, amused. “I’m not disagreeing, but curious. What happens if I’m not back in 5 minutes?” She asked.
“I pull you over my lap at a time of my choosing and spank you for every minute you’re late.
” Cesare answered as calmly as if he’d been discussing the weather.
He checked his watch as he gave the curve of said ass an affectionate pat.
“It’s 9:27. I’ll see you in bed at 9:32.
” He affirmed, kissing her on the forehead once more before turning towards the microwave.
Sabrina had a difficult time keeping her mouth from falling open. Spanking? She’d never been spanked in her life.
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” She asked, feeling a myriad of conflicting feelings.
“Any amendments can be negotiated on a case-by-case basis.” Cesare answered easily.
“What if I say no to spankings and no to bed?” She asked, confused at the arousal in her voice, and the warmth weaving through her.
Cesare pulled a burrito out of the microwave and put it on another paper towel.
He looked back up at Sabrina with that tender expression again and answered in a gentle tone.
“You need someone to take care of you, tesoro. You deserve someone who takes care of you. But if you don’t want me to do that, I can go back to the hotel. ”
He wasn’t threatening to leave, and he wasn’t giving her an ultimatum. He was telling her what he wanted, what he was offering, and it was up to her if she wanted to accept.
Sabrina was no stranger to defining moments; moments that shifted the course of a lifetime; moments that irrevocably ended the life that was, whilst creating something new and different ahead.
The gravity of such a moment tugged Sabrina closer as she slowly approached Cesare. He remained still, his eyes watching every movement she made. She came to a stop directly in front of him and slowly leaned up on tiptoes to place a soft kiss against his cheek.
She watched the muscles of his throat as he swallowed thickly, eyes ablaze as he tilted his head to watch her.
“I’ll be back in bed in 4 minutes.” She acquiesced, leaving the kitchen with a swing in her hips.
Sabrina walked through the recovery room, checking on her furry and feathered friends, relieved to see everyone was doing well. She spent an extra minute at Freckles’ pen, relieved to see the pup was much more alert than he’d been during the night.
She left the main area and sauntered down the back hallway, pausing at the threshold to the office.
She’d all but grown up here. The two desks against the wall had once belonged to her parents.
She had memories of taking long naps and playing a variety of games in a hand-me-down pack-n-play in this very room.
When she was a little older, Brooke had gone into the pack-n-play, and Sabrina had been upgraded to a miniature desk painted in purple glitter paint.
A young Sabrina had promptly covered the desk in Lisa Frank dolphin stickers and pictures from the local science museum.
Now, her childhood bed was in its place, and her mother’s desk had become Sabrina’s own. Brooke was now in an undisclosed location in the middle of an unknown ocean.
Cesare sat in her desk chair looking like he owned the building and everything in it. Sabrina’s heart skipped a beat and then slowly settled at the visual.
“What time is it?” She asked.
He gave her a proud smile that wrapped itself around her heart and squeezed. “It’s 9:32.” He nodded towards the bed.
“I don’t like eating food in the bed.” She wrinkled her nose, eyeing the burrito on the desk.
“Come, take a seat then.” Cesare answered, leaning back in the chair and patting a thigh with a roughish grin.
She gave a small chuckle and walked over, sitting sideways across his lap and relaxing into his chest. She happily melted into the feeling of his arms wrapping around her.
“Are you comfortable?” He asked, amusement coloring his tone.
She gave a quiet nod, and a tinge of pink spread across her cheeks as her expression softened. “I like this.” She murmured, eyeing him closely.
Cesare grunted. “That’s good.” He picked up the burrito and held it up to her mouth. She eyed the offering with a serious expression before looking up to meet his gaze.
“You like to feed me.” She whispered.
Cesare swallowed, nodding.
“Do you feed all your girls?” She arched a brow.
“I’ve wanted it before, but you’d be the first, tesoro.”
Sabrina leaned forward, taking the proffered bite, and chewed in contented silence as she gazed across the familiar sight of the harbor.
Cesare’s body relaxed beneath her own, and he rested his head on top of hers.
The redhead swallowed the bite and took another, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into hers.
Sabrina hadn’t even realized she was cold.
“Why?” She asked.
“Why do I want to feed you?” Cesare clarified, soothing a hand up and down her back.
Sabrina nodded silently as she continued to chew.
“I like the idea of providing for you. Providing everything.” His hands moved to her lower back, kneading once more at the muscles there, watching her with a satisfied expression as she closed her eyes and melted further into him.
“It makes me feel good. The thought of giving you everything you need makes me feel like the world is mine,” He articulated.
Sabrina swallowed, contemplating his words.
“One day I’ll be old and have wrinkles.” She replied contemplatively.
“And maybe I’ll still be beautiful, but maybe I won’t.
Would you still want me then? Would feeding an old wrinkled lady still make you feel powerful?
” She asked, pulling back to look at him curiously.
Cesare scoffed. “We’ll both grow old, tesoro. You will be mine, and when you get wrinkles, they will belong to me just as much as every other part of you.”
Sabrina furrowed her brows deep in thought, opening her mouth for another bite. Cesare happily obliged.
She ate in reflective silence until she was full, broken from her reverie when he wiped a tear from her cheek. She drew a shuddering breath and looked up at him with shining eyes.
“You don’t believe me yet. You want to, but not yet.” He whispered, running a hand through her hair.
Sabrina swallowed, her throat too tight to speak.
“It’s okay.” He whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. “You will. We have all the time in the world, tesoro.”