Chapter Nineteen
(Sabrina)
Sabrina slowly backed up and sat on the bed, feeling the weight of her chest rise and fall with each breath.
Cesare was looking at her as if he were about to devour her whole, and her heart pounded in her chest.
“Lay down, baby, middle of the bed.” He instructed.
She obeyed once more, closing her eyes once she had settled.
“What are you thinking?” His voice was low and reassuring in the darkness she’d created.
“I’m exposed.” She whispered, lying naked in bed.
“Exposed to me.” He murmured, sounding pleased. “So brave for me, letting me see you like this. Trusting me, letting me take care of you.”
Sabrina’s eyes opened at his cajoling tone, and she watched as he climbed over her, kneeling over her waist, his exposed cock pulsing against her puffy slit, nothing touching her where she wanted it; nothing touching her where she needed it.
“I want you to reach up above you and hold on to the bars of the bed. Can you do that, baby?”
Sabrina followed the instruction, shakily raising her arms above her to grip onto the metal bar of the daybed above her.
Cesare bent over, rewarding her with a kiss when she obeyed, nipping gently at her bottom lip, demanding entry.
Cesare spread out on top of her, resting the bulk of his weight on his elbows, planted on either side of his tesoro. He threaded his fingers through her hair to cradle her head in the palms of his hands.
Sabrina softly gasped at the feeling of his naked chest against hers, and the sensation of warmth blanketing her soul and seeping into her bones. She blinked furiously against tears that suddenly welled.
Cesare watched it all unfold on her face as he ground against her, his cock pushing against her clit. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck as he kissed a trail down her flushed skin.
“Mine.” He whispered, soothing a hand down her side as it trailed closer to her aching core.
She gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs, his hand large enough to cup her entire pussy and tilt it up towards him. “Just like that.” He murmured before filling her in one smooth motion with two fingers.
Sabrina gasped, arching back as she stretched around him, moaning at the pressure as he thrust in and out of her core.
“Please!” Her voice was soft and husky and unrecognizable as she prettily begged.
“Please what, baby?” Cesare whispered as he nipped at the juncture of her neck and sucked. Hard.
“Cesare!” She gasped plaintively.
He curled his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion as he continued to bury them as deep as they could go.
Sabrina choked at the new sensation, quivering wide-eyed around Cesare’s much larger fingers. Her senses blurred with pleasure even as something vast and unknown welled up within her. Cesare’s fingers moved directly against the front wall of her dripping cunt, and Sabrina couldn’t, she couldn’t…
“Fuck!” She gasped out and shook her head, her hands coming off the bars above her as her body arched involuntarily.
Cesare made the sweetest, soothing sound as he took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head.
“You can do it, baby.” He encouraged, his voice devastatingly low and tender. “Look at you, pretty girl, taking my fingers so well.”
Sabrina cried out in pleasure once more, arching against his body, pinned beneath his weight, unable to move, unable to do anything but take the pleasure he inflicted on her.
“It’s too much.” She cried. “Please!”
“What’s your color, Sabrina?” He paused.
Sabrina immediately gave a plaintive cry. “Green!” She looked up at him, eyes pleading for more.
Cesare’s eyes darkened with hunger as he looked at Sabrina like he had just learned something new; something important.
“You’re okay, baby.” He gently coaxed. “You can do it.” He increased the pressure on her clit with his thumb and added a third finger into her velvet heat. His long fingers reached further than hers ever could, as he thrust and ground them deep into her tight little cunt.
“Such a brave girl. You just need a little help, baby. Deep breaths for me, that’s it.”
Sabrina keened, sucking in a breath as her entire body locked up and she looked at the man who had single-handedly stripped her of every one of her well-placed defenses. “Cesare, please!” She gasped.
“Let go, tesoro. Give it to me.” He demanded as he picked up the power and force behind his thrusting hand. “Let daddy take care of this sweet little pussy, so tight just for me.”
Everything shattered as Sabrina came with a cry of pleasure, tears running down her cheeks as she cried out her release. Cesare released her wrists and cradled her to him as he kissed her mouth, caressing her tongue with his, filling her with him wherever he could.
“Look at you, tesoro. So beautiful. So good for me.” He continued to whisper a litany of filthy praise as Sabrina slowly floated back to herself and into her body.
He kissed the tears from her cheeks as she curled into him; his gesture so sweet it ripped apart something in her chest, then sewed it back together.
“Mine.” He whispered, as his hand slowly slid back to her now swollen pink pussy lips.
Sabrina inhaled sharply. “I just…” She broke off with a moan as he traced his thumb back and forth over her sensitive clit, watching Sabrina with an expression of something that looked like awe.
“I can’t.” She whimpered.
“You know what to say if you want to stop.” He soothed as he kissed her open mouth. “If you want me to stop, all you have to say is one little word. But I don’t think you want to stop.”
Sabrina shuddered, curling into him once more, this time wrapping her arms around his neck. “I want…” She gave a soft moan of pleasure as he plunged three fingers back in, stretching her with a scissoring motion that made her gasp.
“I know it’s a lot, baby. But you need help getting ready to take daddy’s cock.” He crooned. “Need to help you stretch so you can take it all. Because good girls take it all, and you want to be good for me, don’t you, Sabrina?”
“I want to be good.” She panted at the effort of the stretch and the pleasure shooting through her body.
“So good, baby. The best.”
Cesare didn’t stop until she came again, and then he continued until she gave him a third release.
Sabrina panted, moving her head almost listlessly to watch as Cesare grasped the engorged length of his hardened cock in his fist.
His chest rumbled and his muscled body visibly tensed as he stroked himself with a hand now slick with Sabrina’s own pleasure.
Sabrina licked her lips, staring as Cesare’s large, beautiful, sinewy hand moved over the ridges and veins of his cock.
He was so devastatingly large; she wondered once again how he would feel inside her. How would he fit? How would he help her stretch around him, make room for him inside her?
Sabrina watched with a sense of curiosity and awe. He was kneeling on the bed as he straddled her, and she couldn’t help feeling like an altar at which he knelt.
“Look at me.” Cesare commanded, and Sabrina obeyed, her blue eyes meeting his sinfully dark gaze, still glassy with pleasure.
“Give me your cum.” She whispered huskily. “I need it, Cesare, please.”
Cesare devoured the sight of Sabrina, copper hair spread about her like a wild halo, creamy curves on full display for him and only him.
Cesare came with a hoarse shout; his cum painting Sabrina’s lower stomach and the outside of her pussy; his eyes darkening at the sight of his cum on her skin.
When his gaze met hers once more, his eyes softened as Sabrina gave a breathless laugh.
“That was…” Cesare trailed off, at a sudden loss for words.
“That was really hot. Was that… did I do okay?” Sabrina asked, her voice still somewhat hoarse.
“Was that…” Cesare scoffed in disbelief. “I’m never letting you go.” He rumbled, as he leaned in to kiss her swollen lips. “Ever. My beautiful girl. You like it when I help you take it?” He asked with a pleased, almost playful grin.
Sabrina covered her face with her hands as her face went red, and Cesare pulled them away with a chuckle. “Nu-uh.” He admonished. “We don’t hide from each other, tesoro. I liked it. A lot.”
Sabrina bit her lip. “You don’t think it’s weird?” She muttered, still pink with embarrassment.
“Do you think it’s weird that I liked it too?” He asked in response.
Sabrina shook her head shyly, as her skin slowly returned to its normal glowing peach complexion.
“Then I would motion, Your Honor, that we continue on.” Cesare murmured huskily.
“Oh, I’m the judge now?” Sabrina smiled softly, amused.
Cesare nudged her nose affectionately with his. “I may be the one on top, Sabrina, but the second you say yellow, we pause, and if you ever say red, we stop, and I do whatever you need to feel comfortable and safe.”
“You’re the one with instant veto power. You’re the one with the ultimate power, tesoro.” He stroked a possessive hand down the side of her body, his eyes taking in the sight of her curves. “We’re in your court.” He gave her a slight grin. “A beautiful one at that.”
Cesare eventually left the room and returned shortly after with a warm wet rag and gently wiped at the arousal dripping from her swollen pussy. Somehow, that act itself was more intimate than what they’d just done.
Cesare left the cum he’d shot out onto her stomach and lower lips, swirling it into her skin as he stretched out beside her, his eyes alight with possessive pride.
“Want this to stay on you all day, baby.” He murmured.
“You’re going to walk around with my cum on your soft, pretty girl skin, and nobody will know but you and me. Can you do that for me?” He asked her.
Sabrina nodded, her eyes drifting closed. “I want you on me all the time.” She confessed, as she straddled the land of consciousness and dreams.
“I want to wake you up with my tongue.” He answered as he pulled her closer.
“Hmm.” She hummed. “That sounds nice.” She all but whispered as she succumbed to sleep.
Sabrina woke up a few hours later, to the feel of Cesare's flat tongue swirling around her clit, before he sealed his lips around the swollen rosebud and sucked.
Mid afternoon sun shone through the office windows as Sabrina cried out, legs trembling as Cesare slowly fucked into her with his fingers once more.
“Full!” She gave a soft, pleasured moan as she arched into him.
“I know it’s a lot.” He soothed. “But you’re going to take what I give you, aren’t you? You’re going to give me your tears and your pleasure, and you’re never going to leave without your phone again. Do you understand?” Cesare’s voice was silky but had an edge that booked no compromise.
Sabrina blinked, mind reeling to remember why her phone was important, but nodded as she mindlessly submitted to his hands and his lips.
“Stubborn little baby girl. Trying to do things by herself. Only thing she needs to think about is learning how to take daddy’s cock.” He growled.
Any aggression in Cesare’s voice was deliciously at odds with the gentleness of his touch. His words wrapped around her soul like a prayer that seeped into the crevices of every heartbreak inside, and bloomed.
“I’m going to take such good care of you, tesoro.” He crooned. “Going to teach you how to take everything I give you, give you everything I have and fucking make you take it all.”
Sabrina arched off the bed as the world went fuzzy white and then blissfully black, as Cesare continued to lick and suck at her sensitive flesh. He slowly broke her apart, strung her back together piece by piece, and continued to thoroughly claim her body as his; over and over again.