Page 108 of Tesoro
The impact of each bounce stole her breath. He spanked her again; each blow making her clench even harder around his cock. He worked her over like she was a doll in the hands of its maker, bending her this way and that, tilting her hipsjust a little further, helping her take itjust a little deeper.
She was floating in a soft spun haze of pure need, sensation, and mind-numbing surrender.
In the end, it was the silk tie that sent her over; aphysical reminder that she was literally bound, helpless,and completely at his mercy. And the man flooding her senses with pleasure was holding, fucking, and worshipping every inch of her body.
With a cry, Sabrina came harder than she’d ever come, the intensity stealing her breath.
“Mine.” Cesare growled, grinding his length into her as he joined Sabrina in her release.
“Yours!” She cried as her orgasm intensified, turning into a second one. She clenched tight around him, milking his cock as he emptied himself into her with a devastating groan.
It took them both a few minutes to recover enough to move again.
“I’ll never be able to fly this fucking Airbus without thinking of your beautiful ass bent over my knee.” Cesare muttered, sounding almost dazed.
“I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t the general idea.” Sabrina gave a breathless laugh.
“Out of curiosity, where are the panties I put on you this morning?” He asked, gently untying the blue silk tie around Sabrina’s wrists.
Sabrina grinned mischievously. “You’ll find them when you least expect to.”
Cesare let out a chuckle as he shook his head. “You’re trouble.”
“Yes.” Sabrina nodded with a twinkle in her eye.
“I meant what I said. You were made for me, you know that?” Cesare murmured. He brought each of her wrists to his mouth and kissed them, gently massaging blood flow into her hands.
“I thinkyouwere made forme.” Sabrina answered softly.
Cesare’s chest rumbled as he massaged up and down the muscles of her arms. “Vita mia.” Cesare murmured, placing a possessive kiss against her neck. “Tesoro mio.”
Sabrina threaded her fingers through his hair, so grateful that she’d taken a chance on so many unknowns.
A phone went off, and Cesare groaned.
“Ignore it.” Sabrina whispered, pressing her lips against his.
“It’s the satellite phone. If that one’s going off, someone is dead or dying.” Cesare muttered into the kiss.
Sabrina pulled back with a grumble, remembering all over again she was married to an up-and-coming crime boss, and reached for the nearby duffle bag carrying the satellite phone.
Cesare accepted the bag, fishing a bulky phone from underneath a drawer’s worth of socks, ignoring Sabrina’s amused expression.
“We’re in the woods. If my feet get wet, I want dry socks.” Cesare grumbled.
“Maybe you should have brought more just to be safe.” She mused with an affectionate smile.
Cesare palmed the back of her ass and squeezed, causing Sabrina to curse out a cry of pleasured pain.
“I don’t think you’re ready for another spanking so soon, do you?” Cesare threatened.
Sabrina’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
Cesare furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw as he read a series of texts.
“Do you need privacy to make a call?” Sabrina asked hesitantly.
“No, stay.” Cesare held her firmly in his grip as he texted back. He then looked up at Sabrina, a grim expression on his face.
“What is it?” Sabrina asked.
“They pulled a body out of York River this morning, just north of Kittery.” Cesare muttered.
“Who is it?” Sabrina asked, eyes widening in concern.
