Chapter Sixteen
(Cesare)
Cesare looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms and let out a ragged breath.
Holy fuck. She’d never been touched. He still wasn’t sure how that was even possible, but there was no faking the inexperience in her touch and the flushing of her cheeks. Inexperienced but sweet as cherry pie.
He was going to teach her how to take a cock.
He’d be the first one in all of her pretty little holes.
Cesare was larger than average, but he would make it good for her; he wanted her to crave him the way he craved her; he would use his fingers first. He’d get her used to the feeling of coming around his fingers; of having her pussy filled consistently and often.
He’d help her work her way up finger by finger until she was ready for the full size of him, and when she learned to have her tight little pussy stretched and filled to the brim; how to take what he gave her like a good girl, he’d do it all over again with her virgin ass.
And her mouth; those pouty fucking lips. He would teach her how to take him; all of him.
She’d never leave the house without loose hips and a pussy full of cum. He’d buy her a special purse for every milestone, so no matter where she went, she’d think of him every time she needed anything in the fucking bag.
His sweet tesoro had no idea what she’d been missing, and he was going to take great pleasure in introducing her to each new experience along the way.
Cesare couldn’t tell her any of this yet; he needed to be careful with her.
He couldn’t afford to scare her. Sabrina was brave no doubt; but when it came to being a woman with a man, his tesoro was a skittish little fawn ready to bolt into the woods.
He would take his time with her and make her pleasure his own until every part of her was his.
Careful not to wake Sabrina, Cesare stood up and moved her carefully back in bed. He tucked her in gently and watched her for a moment; his gaze tracing the pout of her lips and the delicate slope of her nose.
Cesare reluctantly returned to the chair to continue another session of case review. Several cases needed his time, and despite the world’s biggest distraction lying just behind him, each one required his attention.
Travis arrived an hour later, and the faint whirring sound of the kitchen blender could be heard soon after. Cesare left the office, quietly closing the door behind him, and proceeded towards the kitchen.
Travis was pouring the contents of the blender into a 300 ml bottle when Cesare entered the kitchen.
Travis lifted his head in Cesare’s direction. “Hey.”
Cesare nodded. “Smells delicious.” He dead panned.
Travis snorted. “Gourmet hot out of the oven.”
Cesare pulled on the now familiar pair of waders as Travis did the same and dawned a mask and gloves. They walked in relaxed silence to the recovery room.
Cesare soaped up before entering Freckle’s pen, amused to see the pup rolling on its back with a hiss. He raised his claws, and Cesare chuckled.
“Little man has claws, don’t you?” He approved out loud. “That’s good; you’re going to need them out there in the real world.” He nodded, reaching for a towel. “But you don’t need them with us. We’re just here to help.”
He continued talking with a reassuring voice as he wrestled the premature seal into a large towel and restrained his paws safely.
“Feeding tube.” He requested, after a moment of securing his hold.
Travis passed it over, and Cesare carefully worked the feeding tube into Freckles’ mouth. He attempted to soothe the seal as much as he could, eventually able to work the tube down the pup’s throat once Freckles relaxed his jaw further.
“Alright,” Cesare grunted. “Start the funnel.”
Travis poured the milkshake into the funnel, and the two men watched as the contents passed through the tube and into Freckles.
“How long do you guys typically do this with new seals?” Cesare grunted as Freckles attempted to thrash again.
Travis shrugged. “Until they can eat fish. We used to keep them longer, until they were fully recovered, but then Sabrina’s parents died and without Fred there wasn’t anyone certified to do medical care.
He and Nickie would take turns around the clock with feeding, and there were more volunteers, so it was a lot easier to get everyone taken care of. ”
Cesare froze. “Her parents worked here?” He grunted.
Travis cocked his head in disbelief. “They owned this place. Now Sabrina does. But the donations can barely cover the property taxes, much less the operational costs. We had to start sending most of the rescues to the science center. That’s where Freckles will go on Monday.”
Cesare nodded thoughtfully, easing the feeding tube from Freckles’ mouth. He took a large step backward as soon as he was able to free the seal pup from its towel restraint. “How much are we looking at?” He asked Travis as he moved to exit the pen.
“How much?” Travis repeated. “How much money do we need?” His brows furrowed.
Cesare nodded silently.
“Fifty thousand easily.” Travis answered. “But even if we had fifty thousand, we would still need a vet and more volunteers, or Sabrina would still be stuck doing most of the work by herself.” Travis answered.
Cesare nodded again, listening silently.
“We get tourists here all summer long.” Travis said after a moment. “They come to Maine to take a break from life. Sometimes they even take a break from being themselves. It’s not unusual for someone to take a vacation and want to volunteer or give back to a community that they are visiting.”
Travis gave Cesare an evaluating look. “You seem like the kind of guy who goes after what he wants, and I respect the game. But you’re going to go home in a few weeks, and Sabrina will still be here. Walter and I will still be here. Maine Marine Rescue and all of its history will still be here.”
Travis continued, either ignoring or completely missing the daggers that Cesare was staring his way.
“Again, you’re more than welcome. And we appreciate all of the help.
We really do, but I’ve known Sabrina for over a decade and if you leave her worse than how you found her, I will put your work number in every truck stop bathroom stall from here to Canada, with the words call for a good time.
I will give that number to every Jehovah’s Witness and Scientologist that Google can provide.
And I will use your email to register for every single clickbait, junk mail, phishing trap imaginable. ”
Cesare eyed Travis with a begrudging and slightly bemused appreciation. “You realize you’re admitting premeditation to a lawyer, right?” He asked.
Travis nodded, nonplussed. “I am. And you’re trying to fuck my friend.” He shrugged his shoulders. “And if you fuck her over, anything I may or may not do will be absolutely nothing compared to what happens when Marie gets her hands on you, much less Walter.”
Cesare nodded again. “Noted.”
Travis inclined his head slightly. “Good. I’ve got to run, but there’s some good coffee stashed in the kitchen if you want some. Bottom drawer to the left of the sink.”
Cesare took the olive branch for what it was and gave another nod of appreciation. “Thanks, man.”
Travis grunted, leaving through the front door and locking it behind him. A moment later, a loud clinking noise suddenly ricocheted through the room. Upon closer inspection, Cesare discovered that the doorknob had fallen out of the door and onto the floor in pieces.
Cesare cursed under his breath, and bent down to pick the pieces up, examining the large hole now in the front door. He tested the deadbolt, which seemed to work but was also visibly loose. Daylight brightly shone through the hole left behind from the missing doorknob. This was unacceptable.
Shaking his head, Cesare checked the rest of the doors and windows and made a list that grew steadily longer.
As he quietly checked the door to the back office where Sabrina lay asleep, Cesare paused at the sight of a series of children’s height measurements scrawled into the door frame.
A variety of pens and colors had been used over the years, as measurements for both Sabrina and Brooke were recorded higher and higher, eventually capping out at Sabrina’s current height.
Brooke, apparently, was an inch shorter.
Cesare felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he crouched down to trace over the very first measurements for Sabrina, standing once upon a time at 31.7 inches.
Crouching at the threshold of the old doorway, his fingers brushed the same wood that Sabrina’s parents had painstakingly scrawled measurements on. Suddenly, Cesare felt an unexplainable warmth on his right shoulder; just for a moment.
Cesare wasn’t prone to believing in ghosts, but he did believe in the unexplained, and Cesare could have sworn he'd just felt Fred Hamilton's hand on his shoulder.
Cesare had no way to explain it, and he had no intention of trying. He swallowed past a sudden lump in his throat and quietly crossed himself out of respect for Sabrina’s father. Cesare stood back up on what now felt like sacred ground and looked back at Sabrina’s sleeping form in the office.
Cesare made a promise in that moment to Fred Hamilton, wherever he was, that he would be good to this man’s daughter.
Cesare felt an unexplainable wave of gratitude for the care and love that Sabrina had clearly been given when her parents had been alive, and made a silent promise that Sabrina would be loved and provided for once again.
Cesare crossed himself once more before quietly leaving the room, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of what felt like his heart in his throat. Damn feelings.
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Cesare soon finished his inspection of the refuge, and sent a picture of his “to do list” to Monty.
Cesare: Security is shit here. I want it fixed this afternoon.
Monty: Consider it done.