Chapter Thirty-Six #2
Sabrina couldn’t help her sudden gasp at the feeling of his hand as it rubbed over her lower cheeks; everything in her keyed up as she waited for what was inevitably going to happen next.
“Breathe.” Cesare murmured. “I’d be lying if I said I don’t like it when you get worked up, but you don’t need to be afraid. You should also know that the more tense your muscles are, the more it will hurt. The more you can relax, the more enjoyable this will be.”
“Oh, so you want me to enjoy this?” Sabrina couldn’t help but grumble back, trying to breathe through the fear spiking her adrenaline.
Cesare gave her an almost playful swat in response and massaged the muscles she couldn’t help but tense. Sabrina let out a small squeak in response, before dropping her head, planting her face against the leather of bench seat below her.
“I’m going to warm you up a bit before I give you anything close to a real spanking.” Cesare’s low voice was deceptively calm. “Now, this is very important, and I want you to listen. Are you listening, tesoro?”
Sabrina bit her lip, nodding. “Yes sir.”
“When the spankings become harder, you will instinctively want to block me with your hands, but it’s very important you hold on to the edge of the seat instead.
If you were to attempt to block me, I could accidentally injure you, and I won’t risk your safety, tesoro.
If this happens, I will stop, and we’ll be done.
Do you understand?” He asked, his tone firm.
Sabrina nodded once more.
“Words, baby.” Cesare coaxed, his voice softening.
“Yes, sir.” Sabrina answered shakily.
She laid her head back down on the cushion of the seat as he kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. Sabrina couldn’t help the soft moan of relief that escaped her mouth. He gave another swat, a little harder this time, and immediately returned to massaging the jiggling flesh.
“You can use your safewords at any time.” Cesare reminded her as his free hand gripped her by the hip and pulled her body flush against his.
Sabrina was now effectively caged within Cesare’s grip. Sabrina gave an experimental wiggle and found herself unable to move away from him at all; another reminder of just how effortlessly strong this man was.
“Trying to get away already?” He asked smugly, tracing his hand down to the hemline of her dress and pulling it higher.
Judging from the sudden pause of his hand and hitch in his breath, Sabrina guessed he had just discovered her lack of underwear.
Cesare’s wide hand made contact with the bare skin of her lower cheeks, and to Sabrina’s mortification, he spread them apart.
“What the…?” Sabrina pushed herself up off the seat to turn around, and Cesare’s response was to push her right back down with a hand to her lower back.
“Uh-uh.” Cesare answered matter-of-factly, a note of appreciation in his voice. “This is my ass, baby. I get to look at it. You’ve been walking around all day with nothing underneath this, haven’t you?”
Sabrina rubbed her thighs together, accidentally moving against the erection already pressing against her waist.
Cesare spanked her right cheek, harder than last time, followed by the same amount of force on her left. “Words, Sabrina.” He reminded her as she gasped from the impact.
The sound of Cesare's hand on her bare flesh sounded different in the enclosed confines of the helicopter, and Sabrina closed her eyes for a moment as she committed the sound to memory. “Yes.”
“Little baby girl walking around, exposed to everyone around her, where anyone could have fucked her little holes.” He taunted, spanking lower, where the globes of her cheeks met her thighs.
Sabrina cried out. “No!”
“No?” Cesare asked, massaging where he’d just hit. “You mean you haven’t been walking around naked underneath this dress today? After daddy helped you dress, helped you pick out panties to match?” His tone was silky and gleeful, and dangerous.
“No, I wasn’t exposed to anyone. Yes, I took them off, but just for you.
I only want…” Sabrina gasped when Cesare laid another series of light spankings across her lower cheeks, groaning as he massaged deep into her flesh for a moment before returning to do the same thing all over again.
The sting of each hit was turning into a tingling, warming sensation spreading across all the tender flesh so prominently presented to Cesare at the moment.
“What was that?” Cesare asked when Sabrina remained silent.
Sabrina shook her head, unable to think enough to make words.
“You should see the way you look like this. So pink and pretty.” Cesare murmured, picking up a rhythm that crossed between both cheeks, increasing in momentum and force. As the force increased, so did the jolt that went straight to her pussy each time.
Sabrina moaned at one that landed especially hard, and the sensation in her core seemed to correspond directly to the sting across her ass that continued to intensify. Pain and pleasure danced, combined, and bloomed.
“What’s your color?” Cesare asked.
Sabrina blinked in confusion, trying to focus on his words. Did she need to make words too?
“What’s your color, baby?” He repeated, this time soothing a hand down the contours of her spine.
“Green, daddy.” Sabrina hoarsed, surprised at the tear that rolled down her cheek. “Please don’t stop.” She begged prettily.
“You’re so fucking wet, you’re dripping. Who knew my good girl likes to be spanked so much?” He murmured, drifting his fingers downwards. In one smooth motion, Cesare pushed three long digits deep into her pulsing cunt.
Sabrina gasped, the sound desperate and guttural, as Cesare thrust his thick, long fingers in and out of her tight channel.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” He praised. “I’m going to give you ten spankings now. Real ones. And when you’ve taken all ten, I’m going to give you my cock.”
He curled his fingers forward, rubbing against her G-spot as they moved in and out of her dripping heat. Sabria gasped, her orgasm steadily growing closer.
“Please!” She gasped. “Please, I need it.” Blood rushed through her veins, and her breath came in shorter gasps.
Just as her pleasure peaked, Cesare withdrew and landed a firm spanking square across her ass.