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That, I have no trouble believing, but...
"You seem to be the sensible type,tesoro.So tell me. Would it be sensible for you to reject my proposition...without giving it a try?"
Oh...no.
"Allow yourself to imagine what it would be like, for me toownyou."
I think he's trying to seduce me like the Devil tempting a human to sell his soul to him.
"Imagine me as your owner, taking care of your every need, your every whim."
And I'm afraid—-
"Just close your eyes," he whispers, "and imagine the hands of your owner engulfing your sweet, lovely tits—-"
He's succeeding very,verywell, and how can he not, when it's the first time in my entire life that I've had someone say something so explicitly dirty to me?
"Imagine me feeding on your nipples because they're mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine—-"
"S-Stop it."I make a desperate attempt to cover my ears, but this only has the Devil, I meanCesare,releasing a low laugh that also sounds devilish...just as he forces my arms back down, and I'm once again powerless to resist the sinful temptation of his words.
"I'm far from done,tesoro.There's still more for you to imagine...because I want you to have a vivid idea of what it would be like for me to own you."
All I can do is shake my head...since I no longer trust myself not to cry out.
"Imagine my cock owning your pussy, Penelope. And I'm not going to lie—-I'm fucking bigger than most men."
The words are a trap, and I know it.
But even so.
I still end up doing what he wants me to do, with my body trembling violently as my gaze slowly drifts past his chest...until I find myself staring at the impossibly huge bulge behind his jeans.
Holy...shitty...cow.
If it were anyone else, I'd be tempted to think what I'm seeing includes several inches' worth of padding.
But because this is Cesare Marchetti and his, um, package I'm gaping at...
I know it can only be real, and it has my breasts aching and swelling like they've never done in the past.
"Do you remember what I told you earlier,tesoro?" The lust coating his whispered words makes my womanly folds start to throb with forbidden heat.
"Our marriage is not a one-way street of ownership. Just as I own every inch of you, all of me is also yours,tesoro...and that includes all fourteen inches of my cock."
Did he just sayfourteeninches?
My gaze jerks up to his...and a gasp escapes me when I realize that all this time Cesare has been talking, he's also been busy devouring my flesh with his gaze...with my nipples all shamefully puckered up against my dress.
Shit!
I'm about to cross my arms over my chest when we hear the nervous intrusion of another woman's voice.
"SignorMarchetti?"
Cesare turns his back to me, and I nearly sag in relief.
Phew.
