Chapter Twenty-Five
(Sabrina)
Sabrina mewled as Cesare slowly pushed all the way into the back of her throat. When the wide mushroom head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat, Sabrina immediately gagged.
Cesare pulled her head back an inch. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”
She fought to obey the instruction, closing her eyes once more, and doing her best to relax the muscles of her jaw and throat. Cesare pushed his cock back in, sliding the bulk of his length once more against the warmth of her throat.
“So good, for me, tesoro. Hold it just like that.” He hoarsed, threading his fingers through her hair as Sabrina did everything she could to relax her throat. When stillness became impossible she worked the muscles in the back of her throat in an effort to swallow instead of choke on the intrusion.
Cesare’s voice was low and husky as he slowly began to move her head back and forth, fucking her mouth with his cock.
He coached her when to breathe and soothed her as she fought to overcome her body’s natural reflexes.
As Sabrina submitted to being taken this way, a warm, floaty sensation began to settle over her.
Cesare chanted praise over her like a prayer. She was so good, so perfect, and she could relax her throat and just let daddy do the rest.
“Going to give you everything, baby. You’re mine, Sabrina. My tesoro.”
She looked up at him, lips stretched against the width of his hard length, a mess of drool and tears running down her face.
Even as he fucked her throat, he cradled her head in his hands so gently, and wiped the tears that continued to stream down her cheeks with a tenderness that made her feel like she was the most cherished woman in the world.
Over and over, he fucked her face, all the while wrapping her in a blanket of praise.
Cesare eventually came with a moan that sounded absolutely wrecked. Pulling Sabrina off of him last second, Cesare fisted his throbbing cock and covered her breasts with his thick cum.
Sabrina couldn’t help but press her fingers between her legs; still somewhat in a daze, but deeply aware of the pulsing throb between her legs. She leaned forward, all but collapsing with her upper body strewn across his lap.
“How are you feeling, tesoro?” He asked, running his hands almost protectively over her neck and shoulders.
Sabrina blinked, surprised that tears were still streaming, and she looked up at him in confusion. “I’m okay, but I’m…” Her throat was sore, and she had no explanation for why she was suddenly crying.
“You did so good, baby.” He praised. “I think you’re a little overwhelmed, and that’s okay. Stand up with me.”
She stood up on shaky legs, wrapping her arms around him and clutching him to her as she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” She cried. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” She hiccupped.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you, baby. Wrap your arms around my neck.” He soothed.
Sabrina followed the instruction unthinking; mildly aware Cesare was carrying her into the bathroom.
The marble counter was cold on her skin as Cesare sat her down on the surface, wetting a cloth to clean his cum off her chest and neck. She watched as he cleaned it from where she had mushed it into his chest as well. Embarrassment flooded her, and her cheeks flushed red.
“Uh-uh.” Cesare shook his head. “Talk to me.”
“I made a mess,” Her face crumbled.
Cesare looked at her like she had a third eye, and tried very hard not to laugh. “You are fucking perfect. I’m the one that came all over your perfect tits. You did nothing wrong. You took me so well, baby.” He praised.
He wrapped his arms around her once more. “I’m taking you to bed, to hold you, and when Monte drops off dinner I’m feeding you too.” He muttered as he lifted her from the counter. “And then we’re going to sleep. Together.”
Sabrina wrapped her arms around him, resting her head in the crook of his neck and gave a wordless nod.
Cesare laid her in the bed, wrapping her robe closed and tying it before joining her in the bed. Despite the intimacy of the moment, Sabrina couldn’t help a growing sense of frustration.
“I can see the wheels turning in your brain. Talk to me.” He muttered, tugging gently on one of her copper curls.
“I liked what we did.” She paused, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t want it to stop, because I could see how much pleasure it was bringing you, and it made me want to give you that feeling forever.” Sabrina whispered, her voice still feeling hoarse from taking him down her throat.
“It’s a big feeling, wanting anything forever.
” Sabrina continued. “And that feeling hit right as I remembered you’re flying out tomorrow.
As stupid as it sounds, for just a few minutes when we were…
doing what we were doing… I’d forgotten you were leaving.
” Tears welled up again in her eyes and she wiped at them as Cesare listened.
“And then I remembered all over again. And it made me sad. And I’m mad at myself that it’s made me so sad.” She muttered, finally meeting his gaze. “I feel like I need you now, and that’s kind of scary. Not because of you, but because vulnerability is fucking scary.”
Cesare nodded, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead.
After a long silence, she pulled back. “Cesare?” She asked.
“Yes, tesoro?” He answered gruffly.
“This is where you say something back.” She mock-whispered.
Cesare’s jaw clenched as he raked his gaze over her face and pulled her curvaceous body closer to his; visibly deep in thought. “Do you trust me to take care of you, tesoro?” He asked.
Sabrina nodded silently, her eyes searching his.
After a moment of consideration, Cesare nodded to himself, seeming to make his mind up about something. He wordlessly reached across her for the cell phone on the nightstand and pressed a number in his recents.
A moment later, Sabrina heard a woman’s voice answer on the other end. “Good evening, Mr. Lombardi.”
Cesare met Sabrina’s gaze and held it with his own. “Good evening, Marci. I need another ticket for Sabrina Hamilton for my flight tomorrow. She’ll be flying with me to Philly. And please let Mrs. Bonetti know she’ll be staying at the house as long as Ms. Hamilton chooses to stay.”
A wave of relief washed over Sabrina as Cesare continued to speak directions into the phone. She leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He blinked, pausing mid-sentence, and swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he finished the phone call.
“Your turn.” He said, handing Sabrina the phone.
“My turn?” She asked, confused.
“Walter.” Cesare nodded.
Walter, as it turned out, was so supportive that he offered to pack for her. “You haven’t taken a vacation in years, Sabrina.” He told her. “I think it’s a great idea.”
He asked where she’d be staying, and when Sabrina told him Cesare’s, Walter was unexpectedly quiet. After a pause, he said in a classic Mainer accent, “Our seal pup took a shine to ‘im. Text me his address when you get there, and if you need anything, you call me, Bubbie. I mean it.”
Sabrina emailed Kathy at the college, establishing Walter as the main point of contact for the next few weeks, and texted Marie about coverage at Society.
It was a mind trip, realizing that most of her life could be rescheduled or delegated in a matter of minutes.
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The flight to Philadelphia was mercifully uneventful, and Cesare enjoyed the novelty of having a travel companion for the first time in years. He also enjoyed fanaticizing about a slow, painful death for every man he caught staring at his tesoro.
Marci had booked them two seats in first class, and Cesare took great pleasure in every smile Sabrina sent his way, and each new delight she shared.
Sabrina had told him that while she had no regrets growing up in a refuge, it had meant their family could rarely travel away from the animals. Her family had made it a point to go on local adventures and staycations, but Sabrina had only ever left New England once for a senior trip in high school.
It made Cesare even more eager to introduce her to everything the world had to offer; the good parts at least. He would stand between her and anything else.
He was whipped, he knew. But he didn’t care.
She could have anything she wanted as long as she kept holding his hand and looking at him with those soft hazel eyes.
Cesare wore dress pants and a button-down shirt with no tie. His sleeves were rolled up for a more casual look. The contour of his biceps were visible beneath the silk shirt, and he suddenly wondered if Sabrina liked his muscles. Did she notice them? Were they big enough?
Cesare scowled.
“Are you okay?” Sabrina asked, eyeing him curiously. She wore a pale yellow sun dress that framed her sweet tits and wrapped around her perfect curves, twirling around her long legs with every step she took.
She was so fucking pretty, and if another idiot with a death wish eyed her ass, he was going to politely excuse himself to break their bones.
“Fine.” He grunted.
Cesare kept her close as he guided them through the Philadelphia International Airport on the way to baggage claim.
Sabrina’s stomach audibly growled as they walked through the terminal, and Cesare raised a brow, impressed at the volume, even as Sabrina flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m fine.” She muttered.
Cesare grinned, tugging her towards Chickie’s & Pete’s, an iconic local pub she was going to love. “Time to feed you, tesoro.”
“I’m not a seal pup.” Sabrina grumbled, grinding to a halt, cheeks still red.
“No, you are my tesoro, and I take care of you, no?” Cesare asked, his cadence taking on a distinct Italian rhythm.
Sabrina looked down at their clasped hands with a sudden frown, visibly struggling with something internally even as the savory scents of butter, lobster, steak, and smoke wafted from the nearby pub. Her stomach growled again.