~ what do you see in him?....
Everything you don't ~
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All Celandine's father wanted was to protect his beloved daughter. Even if it meant sending her away...
Little did he know, his daughter will fall i...
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Baking
It's therapeutic in some way, it's relaxing. Well some may find it tedious or unnecessary, I on the other hand find it quite endearing.
The whole process of making something, it may annoy people how long it takes, but it's rewarding.
The best part is when people taste it.
It's been a while since I last baked. In Italy I will do it almost everyday, I've never gone this long without baking.
It's been precisely one month and three weeks since we arrived here in New York.
It does feels longer than that.
" my love " I call out for Senio, as I enter his office.
He is sitting behind his desk reading some papers, "si amore" his eyes still set on the papers, he seams busy.
"I'll come back later" I tell him, his head immediately shoots up. "No" his tone clipped. "Mi dispiace amore mio, devo solo finire questo"his voice softens. (Sorry my love, I just have to finish this up)
"vieni qui" he calls me, and I of course did it. He leans back on his chair pushing back a little to make room for me to sit on his lap.
I sit on his right thigh, "I'm sorry for disturbing you my love" I said softly, reaching my hand to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.
"You could never disturbe me baby " he says as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly.
He takes hold of my hand, I admire the size difference, his being big and a bit rough, mine small and soft, the best combo of you ask me.
"cosa c'è che non va?" I look up to meet his eyes, I sigh " I'm sorry for not baking" I breathe out. (What's wrong?)
He frowns "what?" Confusion all across his face. " amore what the fuck?" He lets go off my hands and cupped my chin.
"What are you talking about?" He's starting to get worried. " I'm sorry I've not been baking since we've arrived here, I know you like having pastries while working and..." he cuts me off with a kiss.
"Baby don't, I love your baking I do, but I know it's been hard for you, don't feel force to do something that doesn't make you happy anymore" he reassures me.
I hold his face " I don't think I can do it again, not for a while at least" I confessed.
He nods, " I understand tesoro" he kisses me again " besides there is a lot stuff to do around her besides baking" his tone suggestive.
I giggle "yeah? Like what?" I ask tilting my head to the side.
He hums, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck pressing a gentle kiss on my sweet spot making me squirm " I can think of a few things.." his voice lowered.
He keept kissing my neck making me whimpered and moan. "Senio" I grab a hold of his shirt, fisting the fabric on my hands.
His left hand goes up between my thighs, I moan when he cupped me. "Voglio vedere le mie ragazze" he mumbled between kisses. (I want to see my girls)
Heath course through my body, a familiar knot forming at the pit of my stomach. I lift my hands and pull down the straps of my dress, freeing both my boobs for him.
"brava ragazza" he praises then goes down to ravish my niples, he loves my boobs.
He moans and pushed the fabric of my panties aside, I moans the moment he slide his finger through my folds, making a slow circular motion on my clit.
His movement slow, he was making sure I felt every stroke. But I needed more. " please" I plead him. My voice shaky.
He inserts a finger making me throw my head back. My left hand fist a bit of his hair while my right one goes to grab his wrist.
He tsks "tesoro, conosci la regola" he warns me, I didn't try to push him I just needed to hold something, " sorry" I whispered. (Baby you know the rule)
He inserts another finger, he speeds up.I grind my hips forward, feeling something hard underneath me. I moan loudly, the continuous pace bringing me closer to release.
His mouth switched niples, giving them the same attention. " oh yeah...uhmp" I moan.
"Fuck that so hot"
I froze, that is not Arsenio voice. He stiffened, abruptly stopping his movement. Instantly retreated his hand from in between my tights and quickly turn me to face him.
" get the fuck out Killian!" He commands. I try to fix myself as fast as I could.
Wait did he said Killian?
"Fuck man, I think I need the full tape of this, oh fuck. I got turned on by just looking at this" I bury my face on Arsenios neck.
This can't be happening.
I feel Arsenio reach for his gun, clicking it "Leave" he was definitely pointing it.
"You can't blame me, the door was open and Mariano said you were busy, although I don't think he knew what kind of busy you were" this man's voice, insinuating something.
I could feel the tension, they were having a staring contest now.
"Fine I'll wait in the living room , come out when you're done" even if I couldn't see the man I could feel he had a smirk on his face.
Once the door closed, I hear Arsenio dropping the gun, "I'm sorry" I apologized, "it was my fault I left the door open" I tell him.
" don't amore it's our home, you don't have to lock the doors" he hold my face " that bastard just need fucking manners" then kisses me.
I break the kiss " it must me important" I stand up, he followed " I'll be in our room".
He nods "si baby" he leads me out the office and to the stairs " love you" I tell him.
I kissed his lips softly.
"Ti amo" he replies and slaps my ass.
I giggled.
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Double update yay!!!!
Okayyy A little bit of how Cel's been feeling!!
It's important to know that Cata tough her how to bake, and also she baked for everyone in the house, meaning all the people that lied.
That why she got rid of all the baking stuff, a closure kind of thing.
