Chapter Thirty-Seven
(Sabrina)
Sabrina let out a cry, torn in outrage at pleasure interrupted, and the sting of the impact he made. She gasped breathlessly at the burn that then bloomed from where his hand gripped her buttocks.
“Count with me, Sabrina. One.” Cesare counted, roughly massaging at the skin of her reddened flesh.
“One.” Sabrina breathed, moisture from her breath making a momentary circle in front of her mouth, on the leather seat so very close to her face.
“Very good. Hold the edge of the seat for me.” Cesare instructed.
Sabrina followed the instruction, stretching her arms out in front of her and gripping the edge of the upholstered seating. She gritted her teeth as Cesare administered a second blow. “Two.” She rasped.
Cesare spanked her on both sides of her ass cheeks in quick succession, pausing as she arched with a groan. He teased his fingers over her throbbing clit. The intermingling of pleasure with pain made Sabrina arch again, crying out his name.
“Cesare, please!”
“Nuh-uh.” Cesare shook his head gently. “What’s my name? What am I?”
“Mine!” Sabrina gritted out as she arched again against the pressure he was creating on her clit.
“Oh, tesoro.” Cesare murmured, his voice almost reverent. “The things I’m going to do to you.” He gave two more spankings across the center of her ass, and the impact went straight to her pussy.
Sabrina groaned, counting the last two.
“Who owns this ass?” Cesare demanded.
Sabrina grunted, gritting her teeth and gripping the seating harder as the burn across her lower cheeks intensified, and tears welled up in her eyes. “You do.”
“That’s right, baby. Whose pussy is this?” He asked as he pressed her lower back down, flat against the seat, tilting her ass even higher across his lap. The move exposed her further to him and simultaneously pinned her down.
“Yours, daddy.” Sabrina breathed, moaning out when he administered another blow that made her core pulse around an empty pussy. “Seven.” She panted.
“That’s right, baby. You have three more, and then I’m going to fill your drippy little cunt with my cock. Are you ready to earn it?”
Sabrina nodded shakily. “Yes, please.”
Cesare groaned something that sounded suspiciously like “Fuck. Me.” He slid his hand down the crack of her cheeks, thrusting three fingers back into the warmth of her pussy.
He moved them in and out a few times before withdrawing, and slowly dragged them back up and over the one hole he hadn’t breached yet.
Sabrina clenched.
“Has anyone ever touched you here, baby?” Cesare asked as he massaged her puckered rosebud.
“You know the answer is no.” Sabrina huffed.
“Bold of you to sass me when your bare ass is already over my knee.” Cesare calmly remarked. He pressed his middle finger an inch into her tight hole with one hand and gave a light swat across both of her cheeks. Sabrina jumped and gave a full body shudder as she moaned.
“Good?” He asked, as he pressed slightly further into the one remaining hole of hers he had yet to claim.
Sabrina fought to control her breathing as Cesare teased the entrance to her ass a moment more, and Sabrina nodded her head shakily. “Good.” She answered. “Different, but good.”
“You were made for me, did you know that?” Cesare asked, pulling his fingertip out. Her ass was going to be his soon. Not right now; he needed to work her up to that, but soon.
Sabrina heard a rustling sound, and then the telltale whoosh of Cesare’s silk tie being pulled across his collared shirt. “I’m going to tie your wrists.” His voice was low and rumbling. “Do you trust me?” He asked.
Sabrina turned her head to the side, trying to catch as much of a glimpse of Cesare as she could. His face was flushed with desire, and his eyes had a quiet sort of desperation that she hadn’t seen on him before. He looked absolutely wrecked.
Sabrina nodded. “Yes, daddy.” She whispered.
“Good girl.” Cesare looked at her like she was something ready to be devoured. “Put your arms behind your back, tesoro.”
Sabrina obeyed, still splayed out across his lap, face down. She winced as his hands brushed against her sensitive ass. She groaned, unsure how she was going to take three more spankings. Cesare carefully tied her wrists behind her back, tugging at the knot experimentally.
“Pretty little baby, saying she’d like to see me try.” He murmured silkily. “You just needed a reminder of who you belong to. Needed a reminder of who takes care of you.”
“Daddy?” Sabrina questioned plaintively, the tone of her voice taking on an almost crystalline quality. She turned her head to the side, trying to look at him once more.
“Three more, baby, and then you can have my cock. Count with me.” He prompted, tightening his grip on Sabrina’s silk tie restraint with one hand, as his other came down on Sabrina’s ass, centered straight over her pussy.
Sabrina arched her back with a low grunt as the sound of wet skin on skin echoed in the back of the helicopter.
“Daddy!” She cried out.
“Eight.” He prompted gutturally.
“Eight.” Sabrina choked out, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks from the hot pain beginning to radiate across her skin.
Cesare administered another blow, and Sabrina let out a cry of pain even as her dripping cunt pulsed so hard, she wondered if it was possible to come from this alone. “Nine.” She gasped.
Cesare gave a final blow in the same spot, and Sabrina almost choked. “Ten.” She moaned through clenched teeth.
“So good.” Cesare praised, pulling her up into his lap facing him, and kissing her lips. He let out an audible exhale of relief as he freed his enormous length from the restraints of his trousers.
“Time for your reward, baby.” He rumbled.
Sabrina was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.
She was also more desperate to be filled than she’d ever been before.
Sabrina nodded, mewling with a desperation that sounded foreign to her own ears, as her pussy clenched pussy clenching around nothing.
She was half-naked, bound, and empty. The nerve.
They both moaned in relief as Cesare filled her with his throbbing length with one smooth, devastating thrust. Sabrina was so slick with arousal that Cesare filled her completely, stretching her taunt around his cock, her poor muscles having been given no time to adjust to his intrusion.
“Holy fuck.” Sabrina choked with a gasp, her body torn between crawling away, and grinding against the promise of pleasure. “Daddy!” She gasped plaintively; helplessly.
“You’re okay. You can do it. Look at that, baby, you took all of me.” Cesare soothed, pulling her effortlessly towards him. The move somehow sent him even deeper.
“Too full.” She gasped.
Cesare groaned. “Fuck. Look at you working so hard to take it, baby.” He murmured, soothing his hands up and down her arms. He brought a hand between the two of them, rubbing circles over her swollen clit; just above the space where his massive length was splitting her in half. She was soaked.
“That’s it.” He murmured as she finally started to relax around him. Cesare ground his hips up into hers, and Sabrina gasped at the sensation; pleasure rippled through her core, and a biting tingle shot through her as her ass bounced against his thighs.
Sabrina moaned with pleasure as she repeated the movement, this time lifting herself a few inches off Cesare’s cock and coming back down with more force.
“How does that feel?” Cesare asked, his voice possessive, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re going to feel me for the rest of the week, baby. Every time you sit down, every time you bend over, you’re going to feel my cock inside this pussy, and my hands on this ass.”
Sabrina continued to bounce against him, crying out as he pumped harder into her. Cesare held her by the hips, effortlessly lifting her up and then pushing her down, watching as his thick length disappeared in and out of her throbbing cunt.
“Fuck.” He ground out.
“Please.” Sabrina gasped. “I need it.” She cried out as he continued to surge in and out of her like a man possessed.
“Look at you.” He swore. “Look at how good you take my cock, baby. So fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”
Sabrina nodded; the pleasure and pain of everything all at once made her mind melt. She buried her head in the curve of his neck, muttering something nonsensical as she lost her grip on anything resembling reality.
Cesare thrust up, deep and hard, as he worked them both closer to ecstasy. Sabrina attempted to grind down against him, but Cesare simply gripped her tighter, bounced her harder, and growled, “You just need to fucking take it, baby.”
The impact of each bounce stole her breath.
He spanked her again; each blow making her clench even harder around his cock.
He worked her over like she was a doll in the hands of its maker, bending her this way and that, tilting her hips just a little further, helping her take it just a little deeper.
She was floating in a soft spun haze of pure need, sensation, and mind-numbing surrender.
In the end, it was the silk tie that sent her over; a physical reminder that she was literally bound, helpless, and completely at his mercy. And the man flooding her senses with pleasure was holding, fucking, and worshipping every inch of her body.
With a cry, Sabrina came harder than she’d ever come, the intensity stealing her breath.
“Mine.” Cesare growled, grinding his length into her as he joined Sabrina in her release.
“Yours!” She cried as her orgasm intensified, turning into a second one. She clenched tight around him, milking his cock as he emptied himself into her with a devastating groan.
It took them both a few minutes to recover enough to move again.
“I’ll never be able to fly this fucking Airbus without thinking of your beautiful ass bent over my knee.” Cesare muttered, sounding almost dazed.
“I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t the general idea.” Sabrina gave a breathless laugh.
“Out of curiosity, where are the panties I put on you this morning?” He asked, gently untying the blue silk tie around Sabrina’s wrists.
Sabrina grinned mischievously. “You’ll find them when you least expect to.”
Cesare let out a chuckle as he shook his head. “You’re trouble.”
“Yes.” Sabrina nodded with a twinkle in her eye.
“I meant what I said. You were made for me, you know that?” Cesare murmured. He brought each of her wrists to his mouth and kissed them, gently massaging blood flow into her hands.
“I think you were made for me.” Sabrina answered softly.
Cesare’s chest rumbled as he massaged up and down the muscles of her arms. “Vita mia.” Cesare murmured, placing a possessive kiss against her neck. “Tesoro mio.”
Sabrina threaded her fingers through his hair, so grateful that she’d taken a chance on so many unknowns.
A phone went off, and Cesare groaned.
“Ignore it.” Sabrina whispered, pressing her lips against his.
“It’s the satellite phone. If that one’s going off, someone is dead or dying.” Cesare muttered into the kiss.
Sabrina pulled back with a grumble, remembering all over again she was married to an up-and-coming crime boss, and reached for the nearby duffle bag carrying the satellite phone.
Cesare accepted the bag, fishing a bulky phone from underneath a drawer’s worth of socks, ignoring Sabrina’s amused expression.
“We’re in the woods. If my feet get wet, I want dry socks.” Cesare grumbled.
“Maybe you should have brought more just to be safe.” She mused with an affectionate smile.
Cesare palmed the back of her ass and squeezed, causing Sabrina to curse out a cry of pleasured pain.
“I don’t think you’re ready for another spanking so soon, do you?” Cesare threatened.
Sabrina’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
Cesare furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw as he read a series of texts.
“Do you need privacy to make a call?” Sabrina asked hesitantly.
“No, stay.” Cesare held her firmly in his grip as he texted back. He then looked up at Sabrina, a grim expression on his face.
“What is it?” Sabrina asked.
“They pulled a body out of York River this morning, just north of Kittery.” Cesare muttered.
“Who is it?” Sabrina asked, eyes widening in concern.
To be continued in the next book: Princess (Book #2 in the Lombardi Brothers Series)