“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.
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.
