“I like the idea of providing for you. Providingeverything.” His hands moved to her lower back, kneading once more at the muscles there, watching her with a satisfied expression as she closed her eyes and melted further into him. “It makes me feel good. The thought of giving you everything you need makes me feel like the world is mine,” He articulated.
Sabrina swallowed, contemplating his words. “One day I’ll be old and have wrinkles.” She replied contemplatively. “And maybe I’ll still be beautiful, but maybe I won’t. Would you still want me then? Would feeding an old wrinkled lady still make you feel powerful?” She asked, pulling back to look at him curiously.
Cesare scoffed. “We’ll both grow old, tesoro. You will be mine, and when you get wrinkles, they will belong to me just as much as every other part of you.”
Sabrina furrowed her brows deep in thought, opening her mouth for another bite. Cesare happily obliged.
She ate in reflective silence until she was full, broken from her reverie when he wiped a tear from her cheek. She drew a shuddering breath and looked up at him with shining eyes.
“You don’t believe me yet. You want to, but not yet.” He whispered, running a hand through her hair.
Sabrina swallowed, her throat too tight to speak.
“It’s okay.” He whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. “You will. We have all the time in the world, tesoro.”
Chapter Sixteen
(Cesare)
Cesare looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms and let out a ragged breath.
Holy fuck. She’d never been touched. He still wasn’t sure how that was even possible, but there was no faking the inexperience in her touch and the flushing of her cheeks. Inexperienced but sweet as cherry pie.
He was going to teach her how to take a cock. He’d be the first one in all of her pretty little holes. Cesare was larger than average, but he would make it good for her; he wanted her to crave him the way he craved her; he would use his fingers first. He’d get her used to the feeling of coming around his fingers; of having her pussy filled consistently and often.
He’d help her work her way up finger by finger until she was ready for the full size of him, and when she learned to have her tight little pussy stretched and filled to the brim; how to take what he gave her like a good girl, he’d do it all over again with her virgin ass.
And her mouth; those pouty fucking lips. He would teach her how to take him; all of him.
She’d never leave the house without loose hips and a pussy full of cum. He’d buy her a special purse for every milestone, so no matter where she went, she’d think of him every time she needed anything in the fucking bag.
His sweet tesoro had no idea what she’d been missing, and he was going to take great pleasure in introducing her to each new experience along the way.
Cesare couldn’t tell her any of this yet; he needed to be careful with her. He couldn’t afford to scare her. Sabrina was brave no doubt; but when it came to being a woman with a man, his tesoro was a skittish little fawn ready to bolt into the woods. He would take his time with her and make her pleasure his own until every part of her was his.
Careful not to wake Sabrina, Cesare stood up and moved her carefully back in bed. He tucked her in gently and watched her for a moment; his gaze tracing the pout of her lips and the delicate slope of her nose.
Cesare reluctantly returned to the chair to continue another session of case review. Several cases needed his time, and despite the world’s biggest distraction lying just behind him, each one required his attention.
Travis arrived an hour later, and the faint whirring sound of the kitchen blender could be heard soon after. Cesare left the office, quietly closing the door behind him, and proceeded towards the kitchen.
Travis was pouring the contents of the blender into a 300 ml bottle when Cesare entered the kitchen.
Travis lifted his head in Cesare’s direction. “Hey.”
Cesare nodded. “Smells delicious.” He dead panned.
Travis snorted. “Gourmet hot out of the oven.”
Cesare pulled on the now familiar pair of waders as Travis did the same and dawned a mask and gloves. They walked in relaxed silence to the recovery room.
Cesare soaped up before entering Freckle’s pen, amused to see the pup rolling on its back with a hiss. He raised his claws, and Cesare chuckled.
“Little man has claws, don’t you?” He approved out loud. “That’s good; you’re going to need them out there in the real world.” He nodded, reaching for a towel. “But you don’t need them with us. We’re just here to help.”
He continued talking with a reassuring voice as he wrestled the premature seal into a large towel and restrained his paws safely.
“Feeding tube.” He requested, after a moment of securing his hold.
