Chapter Thirty-Six
(Sabrina)
Three weeks later
Cesare’s black Tom Ford sunglasses gleamed in the sun as they flew over the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York.
Sabrina watched the muscles of his forearm flex as he maneuvered the joystick of the helicopter they flew. Cesare's large muscled hands made the joystick look like a toy.
Sabrina bit her lip and looked away, blushing at the thought of what those hands had done to her the night prior.
Cesare gave her a knowing glance, but Sabrina kept her gaze on the scenic mountain ridge below them.
“Look at me.” Cesare spoke, his voice low and smug.
Sabrina shook her head, her heart rate beginning to pick up.
“Did you know your chest flushes red when you blush hard enough?” He grinned.
Sabrina crossed her arms, fighting a smile. “I see nothing to blush about; I’m just looking at trees,”
“Trees?” Cesare raised a brow.
Sabrina hummed. “There’s a lot of them down below.”
Cesare was still dressed in a suit shirt with a blue silk tie from an early morning meeting. He had loosened the tie and rolled his sleeves up, but the shirt was still buttoned and the tie still perfectly knotted.
Sabrina swallowed at the sight of his strong sculpted forearms and the outline of his biceps, musing it was dangerous for anyone to look as attractive as Cesare Lombardi did. She idly wondered if it was possible to remove the silk tie with her teeth.
Sabrina wore a yellow chiffon sun dress that Cesare had picked out for her that morning.
It was soft against her skin, and the hemline was decent enough when she was standing.
Sitting down, however, seemed to be a different story, and Sabrina was glad it was just the two of them.
She shifted slightly in her seat, and the hemline rode up yet another inch.
Sabrina tensed. She had two more inches, three at the most, before Cesare realized she had no panties on, and she was hoping to save that surprise for the cabin.
Cesare’s expression, partially hidden behind the sunglasses, seemed amused. “I gave you an instruction, tesoro. I am still waiting for you to follow it.”
Sabrina’s stomach flipped with nervous excitement as she continued to stare pointedly out the window. “And what would that be?”
“Look at me, Sabrina.” He murmured silkily. Dangerously.
“And if I don’t?” She asked, trying to keep her voice even.
“Then I pull you over my lap and spank that delicious ass of yours until I see the outline of my hand across your pretty skin.”
Sabrina’s breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat.
They’d been dancing around this for weeks.
She wanted this. She was slightly terrified of actually following through with it, but she knew that Cesare would never do anything to harm her.
Sabrina was safe with him; safer than anywhere else in the world for that matter.
She knew he liked this, and she wanted to try it with him.
Sabrina pursed her lips, then turned to face Cesare, lifting her head and meeting his stare, hidden behind the sunglasses. “I’d like to see you try.” She challenged, arching a brow.
Cesare went still. Sabrina couldn’t point her finger to any one specific change in his demeanor, but she suddenly had the sense she was swimming beside a shark. A very large, very handsome, Italian shark.
“Oh, sweet baby.” He finally rumbled. He held out his hand for her to take.
Adrenaline raced through her veins as her fight-or-flight response triggered an internal alarm, and Sabrina responded with the only thing stronger: curiosity.
Sabrina tentatively placed her hand in Cesare’s and watched as he slowly brought the back of her hand to his mouth. He kissed it gently before tightening his grip.
Cesare then sucked her middle finger into his mouth, and slowly dragged his teeth along the skin as he dragged back up.
Sabrina’s eyes widened, and she quietly gasped.
“I will take care of you when we land.” Cesare promised, his voice deep and husky.
Sabrina swallowed nervously as her pussy clenched.
Cesare wrapped one of his hands around her thigh and left it there for the rest of the flight. He periodically removed it to adjust instruments but returned each time with a firm squeeze. Whether the squeeze was a warning or a promise, Sabrina was unsure.
If his hand went up another inch, he would discover she was dripping.
Sabrina shifted in the seat. Her arousal, mixed with the pressure of sitting directly on the leather seat, started to accentuate the growing ache between her legs.
Sabrina threaded her fingers through Cesare’s.
Despite the firestorm of nerves coursing through her, she was exactly where she wanted to be.
After what seemed like an eternity, they eventually descended into a large clearing on the top of a mountain ridge.
Sabrina blinked at the sight of a small, rustic cabin.
It had a wrap-around porch with a wooden porch swing hanging by the front steps.
It looked quiet, cozy, and private. The view of the valley below had to be incredible from the small cabin.
“What do you think?” Cesare asked, grinning at Sabrina’s expression.
“It looks perfect.” Sabrina smiled. “Not something I would have associated with you, but I like it.”
“Why not?” Cesare asked, curious.
“I can see you enjoying a cabin in the woods, but your taste is a little less rustic, and closer to cell service.” Sabrina eyed him knowingly. “So, whose is it?”
“I am selfish.” Cesare answered. “I wanted you to myself, where nobody else could find us for a week at least; before things pick up with the business.” Cesare squeezed her thigh and nodded towards the house. “This belongs to Dante. But if you like it, we can get something like it closer to home.”
Sabrina eyed Cesare with a twinkle in her eye. “Are you saying you’d buy me a cabin so we can be as loud as we want when we…”
Cesare cut her off with a kiss that turned into an impatient growl when he undid her seat restraints.
Sabrina gave a slight laugh as she attempted to help.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing.” Cesare muttered. “Someone still has a punishment coming their way.”
Sabrina couldn’t help her sudden intake of breath at his words, just as Cesare finished freeing her from the harness.
“This helicopter is yours, right?” Sabrina asked breathlessly.
Cesare looked around them at the Airbus H125 they had brought from home and nodded. “Yes. Why?” He asked.
Sabrina bit her lip. “I want whatever happens next to happen here. I want to think of it every time I see the helicopter.”
A muscle ticked in Cesare’s jaw as her words seemed to fully register, and he leaned in to kiss her again. He took her mouth with an intensity that made Sabrina melt; looping her arms around his shoulders and pressing herself to him as much as she could from her seat.
Cesare pulled back. “You still want this?” He asked, taking his sunglasses off; his bright blue eyes searching hers for any hesitancy.
Sabrina gave a nervous nod. “I’m afraid of it hurting, but I’m… curious. And I want to be curious with you.” She confessed in the silence of the cockpit.
“It does hurt. But with the right person, that pain only adds to the overall pleasure and intensity.” Cesare responded carefully. “I would never do anything that would harm you.”
Sabrina looked down and couldn’t help but stare for a moment at Cesare’s hands.
They were so much larger than hers, and strong.
While she occasionally wondered what those hands did elsewhere, Cesare had only ever used his strength to be kind and gentle with her.
Realizing Cesare was waiting for a response, she looked up, pink cheeked.
“Okay.” She licked her lips.
Cesare’s gaze went to her mouth and then back to her face. “Okay.”
He stood up in the cockpit and moved between their two seats, crossing into the back of the helicopter. In the back was a row of three wide leather seats, joined together; which meant it was also a very long, upholstered, padded bench.
Cesare sat down purposefully in the middle seat, legs splayed in palpable dominance. The sight of him like this made something inside Sabrina relax. Not all the way, but enough not to jump out of the helicopter and run for the trees.
Cesare fixed his gaze on Sabrina as he calmly and deliberately loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. With a somewhat roguish grin, he silently beckoned her to him with two fingers.
Sabrina’s stomach flipped. Why was that so hot? When she remained frozen in place, he simply leaned back in the seat, waiting; his silent, hungry gaze burning into her.
Sabrina stood, blood rushing in her ears as she moved from the cockpit and carefully stepped into the back of the helicopter.
Cesare’s gaze lowered to her exposed legs and then looked her whole body over appreciatively. “Very good.” He nodded.
Sabrina took a deep breath, waiting for his next instruction. He liked it when she did that, and Sabrina was self-aware enough to know she liked it that way too; maybe even needed it.
Cesare patted his thigh. “Come here, baby. You’re going to lie across my lap, face down.” He instructed, his voice deep and husky.
Making the conscious decision to trust him with her body and her safety, Sabrina obeyed; using all of her bravery and stubbornness to do so.
Cesare extended a steady hand to help Sabrina balance as she knelt on the leather upholstery and lay over his lap as gracefully as she could.
“Very good, Sabrina.” He praised, soothing a hand down her back. “Move forward. I want this beautiful ass to be right across my thigh.”
Sabrina moved further up, letting a slow breath at the sensation of her ass being quite literally in the air, in a very vulnerable position. The hand Cesare had smoothed down her back was now gently running over the swell of her derriere.