Have I Told You (16 page)

My cheeks blushed and I felt a hot wave of desire run through me. I pulled out a chair at the table and started to fan myself. Caston walked out onto the patio and witnessed me sitting down.

“Are you okay?”

Feeling embarrassed that he caught me day dreaming, I quickly responded, “Oh, yes, I think I’m a little faint because I’m hungry.”

Concern swept over his face. “I think everything is ready. Let’s get some food in you.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble, Caston. Really, I’m okay.”

Taking the seat next to me, Caston immediately started shoveling food onto my plate. I let out a laugh and placed a hand on his shoulder. Leaning over, I kissed him on the cheek and threaded my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You have to be famished after class. I’m sorry I didn’t have us eat sooner. Please, eat.” He turned toward me, handing me my fork.

“I want to wait for your parents. That would be rude of me to start without them.”

As if on cue, his parents walked out hand in hand. Beverly had an evil smile on her face. I’m not sure what happened in that twenty minutes that they were missing, but the mood changed significantly.

I cringed inwardly when I saw my mother in the doorway. Why did I think dinner with them was a good idea? Then put wine in her hand...a recipe for disaster. I took a deep breath to try to clear my head as she walked toward us, preparing for whatever she would say. I saw the look she was giving me and it was making me uncomfortable. I know I will have to do damage control.

I tensed up as she wedged her way in between myself and my dad. “Well, Caston, where are your manners,” she seethed.

I moved closer to Sabrina, as my mother snaked her hand down my backside and squeezed my buttocks. “Mother, this is Sabrina. Sabrina, please meet Mrs. Beverly Holden.” I said though gritted teeth.

My God, she did not just say what I think she did. Why, oh why did she have to bring up walking in on us? Then to have wiped her fucking hands on her skirt, like Sabrina was trash. I could feel my jaw tense. I looked over at my dad, pleading for help but he had already left the room disgusted. Before I could say anything, Sabrina excused herself to see if Jules needed help. I could see the tears in her eyes. How dare that bitch do this to her!

I watched Sabrina walk toward the door, her ass swaying beautifully under her jean skirt. My thoughts were completely focused on her. I was snapped back to reality when my mother said, “So, when do we get to share her with you, Caston, dear?”

My head snapped back to her medically enhanced face. Her smug look was sickening. “Fuck off, Mother. I am not sharing her with you. EVER. Do not even try.”

“Damn it. Please. Sabrina is special. I do not want you to fuck this up. You,” I pointed at her, “leave Sabrina alone.”

“Oh, honey,” my mother started, her free hand resting on my hip. “Baby, I only want what is best for all of us. You know that. You have a reputation to live up to. You are a ‘Sex God’. How would it look if you didn’t have multiple partners? Your publication would take a nose dive. Women knowing you were off the market? Not a good thing. Now come to Mommy.”

Her hand started to move up my shirt around to my neck. As she started to cup her hand around it I moved back quickly. This knocked her off balance. I am sure it was intentional, but she fell into me, and being the gentleman I am I was not going to let her fall to the ground. As I grabbed the hand with the wine glass, she twisted and the wine fell to the ground shattering everywhere. I looked up for my dad, but he was still nowhere to be found. I wanted to shove her into his arms and get her the fuck away from me. “Damn it, Beverly, get the fuck off of me, and leave me alone.”

Her face was furious. I did not think she was capable of getting wrinkles anymore, with all the work she has had done, but I will be damned her forehead and eyes wrinkled like bad fruit. If daggers could have shot out of them, I would be dead. “You’ll fucking regret this, Caston. Mark my words. You call me Mother, NOT Beverly. I thought I made that clear years ago.”

Through gritted teeth I replied, “Yes, Mother.”

She was standing now, smoothing out her clothing to see if she had gotten any of the spilled wine on herself. Jules was at my feet, starting to clean up the mess. I could not let her do this by herself. I also felt eyes on me. Looking up I saw Sabrina looking back at me full of concern. God, how much has she seen? She started to move toward me, but she was barefoot and I did not want her cutting her beautiful feet. Thankfully, she stopped when I motioned for her to stop.

“Jules, I am so sorry for the mess. My damn clumsy mother.” I gathered up the big shards of glass.

“Mr. Black, it is all right. Don’t apologize. Just don’t want the wine to stain the grout. I’ll get this cleaned up in no time.”

She looked up at me with concern. I am sure she saw what happened. She always does. I smiled the best I could and deposited the glass in the dust pan Jules had brought with her.

Standing up, I ran my hands through my hair and took a deep breath. I had to calm down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sabrina sit down and start fanning herself. Oh no, something is wrong with her. “Are you okay?” I questioned, as I went to my love.

The meal went smoothly. It was almost as if I wasn’t there. Beverly talked over me and never made eye contact, or acknowledge my presence. When I would catch James’s eye, I would smile shyly at him and look away when he smiled back. Being by Caston made me feel somewhat at ease, I knew he would protect me. His hand on my thigh was rhythmically stroking my skin, letting me know he was near. I would flush when his hand would creep a little higher than it should on my inner thigh.

I felt the dampness pooling between my legs. I ached so badly for Caston’s touch to slide between my legs. I needed his strong hands pulling me apart. Having him find my sensitive spot, making me come. It made me shiver at the thought. I wanted to come for him, and only for him. I squeezed my thighs together to keep the tingly feeling going. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Caston smirk at me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, that bastard.

Finally, the time came to see his parents out. Caston hugged his dad and whispered something in his ear. It made his dad belly laugh. James stepped over to me and wrapped me in a big hug, too. It caught me off guard and I gasped as his arms wrapped around me. “Good night, dear Sabrina. I’m so happy my son has met such a beauty. I can’t wait to see more of you.” He said to me.

“Let her go, James.” Beverly snipped.

He released me and patted my cheek. He turned to walk out the door, but stopped to grab Beverly’s arm. He pulled her into him and wrapped his other hand behind her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss. My eyes were as wide as silver dollars. Was I really seeing this? I quickly looked away, feeling like I was witnessing something I shouldn’t be. Caston cleared his throat. His mother was the first to pull away. Her gaze into her husband’s eyes was intense. “Let’s go home, Bev,” James growled.

“God, no, take me to the club. I need it.” Beverly said just above a whisper.

What the fuck am I seeing? Turning to Caston James said, “You sure you don’t want to come? Ha! What am I saying you’ll come, but are you sure you don’t want it to be at the club?”

“Dad, I told you...”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Just thought I would see if you changed your mind. Evening, dear,” James said with a head nod to me, as he led Beverly out the door without so much as an acknowledgement from her.

As soon as the door shut on them I let out the biggest sigh of relief. That last few minutes were the strangest of my life.

“Was it really that bad?” Caston laughed, pulling me into him by my waist.

“Yes.” I rested my forehead on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, she is a bit much. I never know what is going to come out of her mouth.” He kissed the top of my head while his thumbs stoked my back.

“A bit?” I questioned as looked up at him. “What happened with the wine glass? And what in God’s name just happened between them before they left. Caston, that was, honestly, the weirdest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Caston lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I held on to his neck and leaned back to look into his eyes. His hands had a firm grip on my ass. “Do you really want to know what was going on there? I know we need to discuss it, but right now?”

His hands were distracting me, and I really didn’t even hear him ask the questions, much less have the wits about me to insist on getting the answers to them. Instead I leaned forward to take his mouth in mine. “I’ve wanted to do that all evening.” I said.

He moaned deep in his throat. “Oh my God, Sabrina, you have no idea how hard it has been to keep my hands to myself.”

“Well, sir, you didn’t do that good of a job, but I’m glad you didn’t. Your touch was the only thing keeping me from running away”

His grip on my ass tightened and his fingers inched their way under my panties. “I love this ass.” His head nuzzled into my neck nipping at my collarbone. My panties were instantly soaked.

I ran my hands through his hair and pulled his head back. I had to have him. I captured his mouth with mine. I tightened my legs around his waist, grinding myself into him. I needed relief. He moaned and quickly spun me around and carried me up the stairs. I nibbled his ears and neck the whole way.

He carried me into the bedroom and, much to my surprise, out onto the balcony. He walked over to the large lounge chair and laid me down. Standing up he removed his shirt and leaned over to crawl up my body. His hands started at my waist. They pushed my white shirt up over my head. He cupped my breasts through my bra and sucked on the cleavage spilling out of them. His mouth moved up to my neck and I fell back onto the cushion. Caston’s mouth followed me down, never letting up his assault. He slowly made his way down, kissing between my swells. When he got to my belly button, he stopped and kissed in a circle around it. Then he dipped his tongue in making me shiver. All the while his hands were kneading and playing with my nipples though my thin lace bra.

The sun was warm on my skin, but the air was brisk. Between the pleasures Caston was giving me and the outside air, goose bumps raised on my skin. His mouth moved further south and I gave a moan, as he pulled my skirt down exposing my thong to him. It was a small light pink mesh thong with black polka dots on it. The front had a small bow with crystals hanging from it. Caston took the material in between his teeth and pulled it down my legs. He stood over me and placed his hands on his hips. I looked at him and I bit my lower lip. I took my hands and started caressing my stomach, then moved them down to cover my sex. I felt too exposed on the patio. His eyes were roaming my body. “Do you trust me?”

I looked at Caston with trepidation. I’ve only known abuse. Can I give myself over to him? My face must have looked unsure because Caston ran his fingertips down my cheek soothing me.

“Sabrina, I would never hurt you. All you have to say is stop. I will always protect you. That is my solemn vow.”

Swallowing hard I whisper, “I trust you, Cass.”

He removed his belt from his shorts. “Move your hands away from your pussy.”

I did as I was told, moving them to rest on my hips. He walked to my right side and let a fingertip trace up my arm as he did. Without warning the tip of his belt struck me between my legs. It was unexpected and stung, but felt amazing. I gasped and rolled my head back, taking in the feeling. I was panting when his thumb plunged into my mouth, commanding me to suck it. As soon as I was focused on that he snapped at my pussy again. My heart raced. I was soaking down there. He took my wrists and flipped me so I was kneeling toward the back of the chair. The belt was lightly smacked across my ass. I was squirming, needing to be touched. “Please, Caston, touch me,” I pleaded.

Right then my arms were bound behind my back and I was pulled backwards. I was panting as I let myself adjust to the new position. His breath in my ear was exhilarating. “Don’t think,” he growled, “just feel.”

I closed my eyes. One of Caston’s arms snaked its way around my body from behind, cupping my breast. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and turned toward his neck. I kissed him lightly, as he began to play with my nipples. As the torment got harder I returned my own assault with bites to his neck and collarbone. I stretched my bound hands lower, reaching out to try to touch him. Finally, I was rewarded with a large mound pressing into my hands. Caston’s breath caught in his throat when I squeezed, letting him know what I wanted.