“I want to pick out your underwear.” Cesare answered. “It doesn’t have to be today. When you’re ready. I want to pick out anything that touches your pussy; anything that holds your pretty tits.”
Sabrina swallowed, feeling herself become more aroused, tempted to reach down and touch her clit.
“How does that make you feel, Sabrina?” The arousal in his voice added to her own.
Sabrina closed her eyes, leaning into a soft, almost cosseted feeling. She was warm, safe, and wanted.
“Cesare?” She asked, her voice sounding innocent and soft.
“Yes, tesoro?” He answered.
“I need to pick out my outfit for the day.” She bit her lip. “Can you help me?” She asked.
“Of course.” Cesare responded approvingly. “FaceTime me and show me what your options are.”
Sabrina looked at her sleep tossed curls and flushed cheeks, and pressed the FaceTime button with a smile.
Cesare’s hungry gaze came onto the screen. “Beautiful.” He praised, looking her over.
Sabrina glowed.
Cesare was dismayed to find out Sabrina didn’t own any matching sets, and promised that he would ‘fix that for his tesoro’.They settled on a soft white cotton bra and yellow lacy panties. The jeans she was wearing the first time they met went on next, followed by a white cotton t-shirt that felt soft against her skin. They finished with a University of New England sweater.
“You are a treasure, tesoro.” He complimented, his hungry gaze melting away any remaining insecurities lurking in the shadows.
“Thank you, Cesare.” She beamed.
“Do you like how this feels when I help you pick out clothes?” He asked.
Sabrina nodded. Knowing Cesare had chosen the clothing on her body made her feel like she was wrapped in Cesare.She liked it.
“Good.” He nodded, looking her over through the camera. “I’ll be working from the hotel most of the day, but if you need anything, I’m just a phone call away. What time do you go to sleep?”
“Around nine.” She answered.
Cesare nodded. “I’ll call you at 8:30.”
Sabrina smiled. “Have a good day, Cesare.”
Cesare nodded. “I will, tesoro. You too.”
Sabrina ended the call and left the house, wondering what it would feel like to start every morning off like this.
She walked into Society, surprised to see almost double the usual quantity of cinnamon rolls and bread loaves for sale in the display case.
“How long have you been here?” Sabrina asked, eyeing the quantity of baked goods and the coffee jitters that Marie seemed to be fighting.
“I woke up at three and couldn’t go back to bed.” She mumbled. “Can you grab the…”
Sabrina was already handing over the chocolate sauce, and Marie smiled gratefully. “Thanks. Could you grab some oat milk from the back?”
“Sure.” Sabrina walked into the storeroom, only to jump at the sight of a homeless man sleeping in the corner.
Sabrina immediately stepped back, only to bump into Marie, who looked very guilty as she held up a finger to her lips. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you!” She whispered.
“Who the hell is sleeping in our pantry?!” Sabrina whisper-yelled.
“It’s Dante!” Marie answered, gesturing toward the man.
