The Italian Gourmet-Baby-Food Baron’s Ironically Pregnant Virgin Mistress — Chapter Six
He needed children for an advertising campaign. . .
All Cesar Machismo wants is to ensure the bambinos of the world experience the flavor explosion of his company’s newest baby-food, Thai Shrimp in Peanut Dressing. But when he goes to an orphanage looking for a new spokes-baby, he finds twins with eyes the color of pureed Cornish game hens. Mama Mia! He must take them home!
What he got was a ready-made family!
Content with her lot in life, Chastity Bliss slaves for her stepmother at the orphanage. This way she stays with her babies, though she can never acknowledge them. When Cesar adopts her twins, she follows as their nanny. What can she do? She has no choice, because though he doesn’t know it . . .
Cesar is their father!
December 15th – Carolyn Jean posts chapter 1
December 16th – Ann Aguirre posts chapter 2
December 17th – Tumperkin posts chapter 3
December 18th – Bettie Sharpe posts chapter 4
December 19th – Carrie Lofty posts chapter 5
December 20th – Meljean Brook posts chapter 6
December 21st – Kate Rothwell posts chapter 7
December 22nd – Lorelie Brown posts chapter 8
December 23rd – Dionne Galace posts all 8 chapters
The Italian Gourmet Baby Food Baron’s Ironically Pregnant Virgin Mistress will eventually be available for download through Amazon and Scribd. Story concept and project vision by Tumperkin; cover design: Bettie Sharpe.
Chapter Six is after the cut:
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An enormous four-poster bed loomed darkly behind her as Chastity plucked the last fragrant petal from her riotous titian curls. Compared to the softness of her lustrous, silky tresses, the petals felt rough against her tiny slender fingers.
Not that a whore deserved any better!
Guiltily, with a faint pink blush flushing her delicate porcelain skin, Chastity averted her luminous aquamarine eyes from her pale reflection in the ornate, gilded mirror covering the wall of the master suite’s opulent bedroom. Those peasants had done their best to welcome her with their inferior petals, she thought sadly. Though they couldn’t have known she’d once scrubbed the dirty floors of an orphanage, they must have recognized Chastity as one of their own. Yet if they had known the full truth, they would have contemptuously thrown rotted peas scooped from a jar of generic baby food at her, she mused achingly–if they had known how wantonly she’d behaved that wondrous evening two years ago, overwhelmed by the devastatingly handsome Cesar Machismo and the betraying, powerful bulge in his expensively tailored trousers!
Beneath the luxurious crimson of her sensuously silken negligee, her nipples hardened into throbbing coral pearls. Her gaze returned abruptly to the bed, roaming up the long, thick marble posters at each corner, from which hung luxurious drapes of crushed gold velvet. Fat cherubs perched atop each column, their innocent bright-cheeked smiles reminding Chastity of her Miracle and Marvel, who were now being lovingly tucked into their gilded cribs by their powerfully handsome father, his commanding hands smoothing caressingly over their curls and feeding them an epicurean bedtime treat of foie gras and honeyed date pudding, hands that two years ago had arousingly torn the siren’s dress from Chastity’s delicate, untried body and brought indescribable pleasure to her shocked virginal senses, creating the pair of darling children who were more innocent and beautiful than the lifeless winged cherubs!
As their mother, how desperately she wanted to be the one tucking them tenderly in and smoothing their cherished discerning brows! But what could she do? She could not appear before them wearing a whore’s negligee! She had no choice but to await Cesar in his sinfully luxurious den of pleasure for their first night of his powerfully skilled lovemaking.
The first of many sensuously sinful nights!
Her slender yet lushly curved body instantly heated in achingly aroused anticipation as she thought wonderingly of the traitorous bulge in Cesar’s tailored black wedding trousers when he had ruthlessly pushed her into their lavishly decorated suite and authoritatively commanded her to prepare herself for their wedding night.
“You will be on your beautiful knees again tonight, mia bella puttana! But you will not be scrubbing floors!” he had informed her mockingly.
But although he had wedded her and would bring her to indescribable heights of ecstasy with his powerfully muscled body when he bedded her, he would never love her, Chastity acknowledged despairingly.
Her dismal thoughts led her to search for her Magic Marker in the vanity drawer, having already opened it when she’d retrieved her brush. When her seeking fingers didn’t find it, she bent over and inserted her delicate arm deeply into its darkened recesses, completely unaware of the erotically appealing picture her petite body made when Cesar Machismo entered the lavish suite on the silent feet of a prowling feline predator!
Per meraviglia! An angry bolt of lust shot through Cesar as his eyes were drawn to the small globes of her buttocks, straining beneath the crimson silk like two tart pomegrantes, their perfection only rivaled by the pomegranates whose juice was used to cut the alcohol content of his newest gourmet baby food sensation, Bambino Vino–for what discerning baby would not spit out milk or apple juice if those vile drinks were paired with his fine foods? No bambino of his!
His treacherous wife made a small, satisfied purr. At that silky sound, Cesar’s body hardened!
Dio! How did this flame-haired streghetta inflame him so?
Infuriated by the betraying bulge in his trousers, Cesar strode forward on his powerfully long legs. His lean face dark with sensual tension, he stood toweringly behind her as she withdrew her tiny arm from the drawer, her slender fingers clutching a permanent marker.
Did she think to draw another mole? To conceal her sensuous beauty from him? She could give herself a sifilide of black dots and he would not be deterred until she was sobbing in his arms from the pleasure of his possession.
Sobbing and pleading for more!
“You have no need for that, signora,” Cesar growled throatily.
Chastity whipped hesitatingly around, her blueberry eyes wide and guileless, displaying an innocence that he knew very well was false.
As proven by the guilty blush staining her translucent porcelain skin!
Her delicate fingers–Dio! They were no larger than a child’s!–wrapped themselves protectively around the marker. The sight of her tiny hand around that hard shaft inflamed his lust, and he suddenly comprehended the reason for her guilt. He caught her slender wrist in his lean, powerful grip.
“You do not need to prepare yourself for me with this, cara. We already know that I will fit inside your tiny, lovely body.” A fit that was…perfetto. Incredibilmente tight. Cesar had only been inside her a few seconds before he had come, roaring his pleasure. Her other lovers must have been men no larger than this marker! “You will not need this fallico writing instrument or any other man to give you pleasure, bella. Not as long as you are my wife!”
What had she done wrong? Chastity stared beseechingly up at Cesar’s sardonically handsome face. A vein at his temple throbbed arrogantly, reminding her of the exotic passion that boiled fiercely within his hot Italian blood.
Passion that would overtake her, until she cried out her love for him!
But she could never allow that to happen! If he knew how lovingly she felt toward him, he would make a mockery of it — or worse, pity her! What could she do? She had no choice but to conceal her feelings.
Even if his powerful and masculine body swept her to a plane of shattering ecstasy!
Nervously, her fingers began rubbing up and down the shaft of the marker. Up, down. Up, down. Just like wiping out a spot. It was a technique that had soothed her nerves during those horrid days at the orphanage!
His eyes narrowed to hot slits. “Do not tease me, cara. If you play with the bull, the horns you will get!”
Chastity trembled in erotic fervor, and her little pink tongue darted out nervously to moisten her lips. “Cesar…?” she whispered askingly.
Her husband groaned as his gaze followed the wet path of her tongue. “Cara…”
Chastity’s lips parted on a gasp. “Please, Cesar…! I don’t understand…”
“You do not need to understand, signora,” he husked sensually. His lean dark hand, lightly dusted with crisp hair, buried itself commandingly in her softer, luxurious tresses. “It is not your coldly calculating brain that I am interested in.”
And neither was it her heart! Chastity thought achingly as his mouth took hers in a punishing kiss.
A soul-shattering kiss! Without love, this would destroy her!
No! Chastity thought wildly, and her weak hands battered feebly at his wide, powerful shoulders. Cesar laughed mockingly and deepened the kiss, using all of the erotic knowledge he’d learned from hundreds of treacherous, gold-digging mistresses to sweep away her protests. Her small fingers clutched at his arms, holding her against him instead of pushing him away, and her head spun in a dazzling frenzy of need.
“Cesar…” she groaned needingly as he lifted his hard, masculine lips from hers.
And not appearing half as affected as she was!
Except for the betraying bulge in his trousers!
“Lentamente,” he grated harshly. “Slowly, mia bella moglie. We have all night, and there are many things we did not do in the few stolen moments we had in the garden that I would love to do to your small, luscious body tonight!”
Chastity blushed. She had heard whispers of other pleasures that a man and a woman shared — shocking, illicit acts that she’d never thought she would participate in, being English. But Cesar was exotic, a dark and swarthy Italian. He would want to do all of those forbidden things. His mouth on her aroused and aching nipples, in that secret feminine place between her legs, and more…
She quivered inwardly. What could she do? If her new husband demanded it, she had no choice but to let him take her up the–
“Come, bella,” he ordered commandingly, breaking into her tumultuous imaginings and sweeping her into his powerful arms. “To bed, where we will begin our nights–and days–as husband and wife!”
An unloved wife, Chastity thought sadly. Only wanted for her body, and because she was the mother of his bambini. And then his mouth came down on hers and she could think no more.
Only gloriously feel!
He laid her on the deep, luxurious bedding, his lean dark hands caressing her arousingly. Chastity arched gaspingly to his touch as sensations raced shiveringly through her sensitized body.
“You respond to a man’s touch like a flower to the sun!” Cesar said accusingly. He reared back, his handsome lean face a harsh, unyielding mask. “You have been taught well, cara… But I have more to teach you!”
His powerful lean hands gripped the silky neckline of her crimson negligee, and with hardly more than a tug of his ruthless masculine strength, ripped the beautiful whore’s nightgown from Chastity’s slim body.
Chastity flopped upward like a fish–a cold English fish, she thought sadly–before falling back to the bed.
Followed excitingly by the lean, powerful body of Cesar!
“Mia bella…” he murmured whisperingly, kissing her face caressingly, and lowering his dark head shockingly to the aching coral bud that yearned for his masterful touch. “Mia dolcissima…”
Charity cried out sensually as his mouth moved lickingly down. She realized wonderingly that he’d removed his trousers, and the bulge behind them was now a powerful bulge behind the tiny Lycra underpants that Italian men favored, but it was just as betraying.
As was her heart!
She could not resist his practiced caresses! She did not even want to try anymore, she realized achingly…
Hungrily, she returned his caresses with her slender fingers and soft mouth.
Cesar lifted his dark head. “Cara!” he cried in tortured wonderment. “Sì, bella! Touch me with your tiny, delicate hands!”
For an instant, Chastity could almost believe that the expression on his sardonically handsome face was love. But that could not be! She was nothing to this billionaire Italian gourmet baby food magnate, only a wanton he’d impregnated and who had spent years scrubbing the floors of an orphanage. He had even forgotten that her name was Chastity, not Cara, she thought sadly.
But she didn’t care! With his expert caresses, he had made her a helpless wanton again…
Tremblingly, she opened her creamy thighs to his heavy desire. His powerfully lean, dark arousal thrust deeply inside her welcoming softness. His hard thighs, lightly dusted with crisp hair, began moving erotically against hers in a sensual rhythm as old as time.
“Cesar!”
His name tumbled wonderingly from her parted lips as his masculine thighs moved powerfully between hers. Chastity spun dizzily into a hazy world of arousing desire, moving as one being with her powerfully sensual magnate. His painfully arousing caresses continued and his hand moved down to where they were joined to rub the nub of her desire, and Chastity exploded, crying out his name wonderingly as the stars shot through the ceiling and became fireworks in the beautiful Italian night sky, raining down their light in a golden shower of sensation, a supernova of sensual delight.
Cesar came, roaring his pleasure!
My love, she thought achingly, kissing his lean, chiseled face in the aftermath of their indescribable ecstasy.
“Mama mia…!” Cesar husked erotically. He lifted his head, his eyes moving over her expression searchingly. His sensual mouth curved in a sardonic smile. “What do you have to say now, bella?”
Chastity bit her sensuously full bottom lip with her small white teeth. Had he realized her feelings? Had she cried out her love when he’d taken her to the heights of ecstasy?
“Well…” she said hesitantly. “It was better than scrubbing floors.”
“Dio!” Cesar cried, his dark handsome face contorting into a harsh mask. “Then we will do it again and again, cara. Until you have more to say than that!”
And he did.
Again and again…!
~ this is the end of chapter six ~
