“I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous.” She answered wryly.
“You gave me something that means something to you, with the hope that it will end well. That’s brave of you, but I think it’s perfectly reasonable to feel nervous.”
“Thank you.” Sabrina whispered, feeling warm and soft inside at the praise. “What are you going to do with it?” She asked.
“Open your mouth.” He answered, picking the cinnamon roll up.
She obeyed, her eyes beautifully luminous and watching every move he made. He held the last few bites of her cinnamon roll against her lips. “Take a bite, Sabrina.”
She took a small bite and chewed, eyeing him with a delicate blush.
“Swallow.” He gently instructed.
She inhaled sharply, and he fought the urge to groan when she obeyed on command.
“Very good, Sabrina.” He praised. “Would you like another bite?”
Sabrina nodded, eyes blown wide with lust as she opened her mouth expectantly.
“So damn good at this.” He rumbled, as she accepted what he gave her.
Cesare fed her a few more bites, and Sabrina obediently took each one; something soft and warm and fuzzy growing within her each time.
Two bites eventually remained, and Cesare bit into the pastry. He made a low rumbling sound. “This is very good, Sabrina.” He complimented. “I’ll have to come back tomorrow for more.”
Sabrina blushed. “I would like that.”
(Cesare POV)
“Thank you for trusting me, Sabrina.” He murmured, eyes darkening as his gaze went back to her lips. “I’m going to give you the last piece and then I’m going to give you my card and leave. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He spoke evenly.
Sabrina nodded wordlessly, wide-eyed. Her beautiful copper curls glinted a brilliant gold in the afternoon sun filtering through the cafe windows.
Cesare pressed the last bite gently into her mouth and swiped her lip with his thumb before bringing it to his own mouth, licking frosting from the digit.
Sabrina watched with rapt attention.
“Swallow.” He gently ordered, rewarding her with a devilishly innocent grin as she obeyed the command.
Sabrina’s cheeks went pink once more and she looked away, her innocent shyness making his blood rush. She was beautiful. And she was going to be his.
A surge of something heated and primal shot through him as he thought about all the ways he was going to take her, teach her, and keep her exactly where she belonged: in his bed and around his cock. But intuition warned him he had to be careful with this one. She was a wild, brightly colored bird, wide-eyed and soft-feathered, and easily spooked.
Cesare pulled out his wallet and opened it, handing her a hundred-dollar bill. “When you’re off work, I want you to use this to do something that brings you pleasure. And when I come back tomorrow, you'll tell me what that was. Will you do that for me, Sabrina?” He asked.
She nodded dumbly and accepted the hundred. “Thank you.” She nodded with a slow smile. “I’ll do that.”
“Good girl.” He grinned, soaking in one last look at her beautiful long copper hair and soft curves before leaving the coffee shop, feeling like he’d just found a million dollars.
Chapter Five
(Sabrina)
Holy Shit. Holy shit.
Sabrina watched Cesare walk out the front door and make his way up the street. She shifted where she stood, trying to soothe the ache in her core, only to give a soft groan as the friction made her realize how wet she’d become. Her panties were ruined.
“This is bad.” She muttered, looking down at the card in her hands. Cesare Lombardi, Attorney at Law, Lombardi & Falcone, 184 Main Street, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
