I Won't Give Up on You (12 page)

SMACK. “I said no talking! You will from this point on only call me Mistress and only talk when you are being addressed. Do you understand?”

Eyes wide, I stare back at her. “What?”

She steps back and smacks me again. “I will not proceed until you address me the correct way.”

I have to have her. I’ve never been this hard in my life. “Yes—yes, Mistress.”

Her evil smile appears again. “Good boy. Let’s see how I can take care of this for you.”

She leans over me and sinks her mouth onto my cock again. I groan and let my eyes close, relishing in her expert mouth and thinking about the deal I just made with the devil.

The jingling of the phone breaks through my dream. I turn my head toward the noise and reach around, feeling next to me until I find the vibrating, annoying sound. Cracking one of my eyes open, I see that Sara’s car is on the move again. Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut again and roll over, so I can stretch before getting up. My cock is standing on high alert because of the dream I just woke from. I grab my shaft in my hand and rub it up and down. Fuck, I wish Beverly was here or the redhead. Her lips were like heaven.

Rolling off of the bed, I shuffle my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Beverly’s payments for doing her dirty work let me get a condo nicer than any place I’ve ever lived in before. The room starts to fill with steam, and I step under the stream of water. Turning my face into the hot liquid, I slowly rest my head onto the tile wall. The wheels in my head start turning on how I’m going to execute the next part of my plan.

A laugh rises up through my body at my choice of words, execute. Laughing aloud and having the sound echo through the room makes it evil sounding. I guess I am for what I have planned.

After making love to Sabrina on our beach, I lay with her resting on my chest, listening to the rain splash on the water. The sound is calming and Bre was curled into me on the verge of falling asleep. I look up into the sky and watch the rain fall down on us.

Even through the calm my mind is racing. What am I going to do about James… about Rose? How am I going to handle the situation that lies ahead of me—us now?

Sabrina shivers and curls tighter into the crook of my arm. Mindlessly, I stroke her arm and her skin relaxes under my touch. I hear an owl in the distance, and the lighting streaks across the sky again.

Shifting slightly, I grab my soaked t-shirt and pull it over Sabrina’s head before moving to stand. I pull my jeans up then crouch down to her. Pushing her soaked hair off her forehead, her eyes meet mine. I smile and think how perfect life is with her. She takes in a deep breath when I lean over to place a kiss where my fingers just passed. I scoop her up into my arms, and she laces her hands around my neck.

I slowly make my way back to the house. Terrance meets me halfway with a blanket to wrap around Sabrina.

“Thank you, Terrance.”

He nods. “I have James in the den waiting for you. Bruce, the new hire that will be helping with security around the office, is waiting with him.”

We turn to continue walking to the house in silence. Reaching the French doors, Terrance opens them for me. I step into the house and head for the stairs.

“I’ll be back down in a few minutes. Let me get her settled. Please, let James know.”

“Yes, sir.”

Terrance takes off in the opposite direction, and I start the climb to our room.

Once in our room, I lay her on the bed. I place a chaste kiss on her lips before I step away to grab a towel to dry her hair.

Returning to her, I see Sabrina has discarded my shirt and her ivory skin has a beautiful gleam to it. Sitting beside her, I slowly start to towel dry her hair by separating sections and blotting them lightly.

I lift her into my chest and start rubbing her shoulders before sliding my hands down the front of her body to knead her breasts. Her head falls back on my shoulder, but her eyes stay shut. I lean forward and kiss her. Her lips part, letting our tongues dance over each other. I pull away, guiding her down to the pillow again and bring the covers up over her sexy body before tucking her in.

“Stay.” The word is breathless, barely a whisper.

Tucking her locks behind her ear, I lean down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Mmm hum…” she mumbles incoherently, “Caston?”

“Yes, baby. What do you need?” I whisper.

“I want to set a date.”

Smiling, I kiss her forehead. “In the morning. Sleep now.”

I’ve been asking her to set a date for a while now, but she was reluctant because of how she walks. Today must have been good for her to feel comfortable enough to set a date. I’m elated that she’s finally ready, but it’s late, and she can barely stay awake. She shifts and slides further down into the sheets.

Pushing my hands through my hair, I walk into my closet to grab dry clothes before heading back down to James. Collecting my thoughts, I finally head toward the den.

Terrance and Bruce stand by the door until I walk in.

“I’ll only be a minute, then you can show Mr. Holden out of my house.”

Terrance steps away, nodding his understanding.

James sits up straighter when I walk toward him. I have so many thoughts going through my head. I’m not even sure where to start, or if I even want too.

“Son.” He holds his arms out to me, trying to apologize.

“Don’t.” Stopping him. “Listen to me, and listen good; I want you to leave. I need time to think about what you’ve told me. What happens from here I can’t say.” I stop, not knowing what I really want to say.

“I’m so sorry, Caston. It was for hers and your safety. Please, try to understand that your mother isn’t mentally stable.”

My head snaps up. “That excuses her, but what about you? You’re sane. Was it worth sacrificing your son to have your lover?” I stop, taking a deep breath to try to calm my nerves.

“Caston, it wasn’t like that. I saw what Beverly wanted me to see. I never thought she could do the things she did to you. Why do you think she always waited until I was gone? Once you came to live with us and Rose was gone, it was like Beverly’s need for vengeance ceased. I thought she was better. I thought she loved you, like she loved Jon.” On the verge of sobbing, he takes several deep breaths before whispering. “I just never knew how far she would go.”

“I can’t get into this anymore right now. I don’t know what to think of what you’ve told me.” Turning, I walk out of the room, knowing Terrance will make sure James makes it home.

I wake up to the sun shining on my face. The warm body snuggled up to my back is comforting, and the breeze coming in the open windows makes me take a deep cleansing breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. I try to move, but Caston groans and pulls me into him tighter.

“I don’t even remember coming to bed last night.” I sleepily whisper, turning my head into the pillow as my stomach does flip flops when Caston’s hand starts traveling down grazing the top of my sex.

Hot kisses start along the back of my shoulders and between kisses he says, “You were—so sated—you fell asleep—when your head hit the pillow.” He reaches my earlobe and nibbles gently, making me laugh lightly. “I carried you up to bed and tucked you in.” Whispering in my ear, his hot breath is sending pulses of desire to my pussy.

“Thank you, darling.” I turn my face toward him and try to speak in some sort of accent.

He leans back and starts laughing. “God, I love you so much.”

I sit up and look over at him, shaking my head. “What happened with your dad?”

He suddenly stops laughing and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The muscles in his back ripple as he scrubs his hands over his face. “God, Bre. It’s such a cluster fuck. I don’t even know what I’m going to do.”

I get up on my knees and scoot behind him. I start rubbing his shoulders while I kiss them lightly. “You can tell me anything, you know?”

Caston’s muscles are so tight. I feel bad that this is making him uneasy. His moans indicate my little massage feels good.

“I know I can tell you. I’m just not sure how to even explain it.” He sounds so melancholy.

I reach around and clasp my arms around his neck as I lean over and kiss his cheek. Caston grabs my arms and quickly stands up with me attached on his back. Letting out a screech, I quickly wrap my legs around his waist. “Caston! Put me down. What are you doing? Caston!”

Without a word he carries me into the bathroom over to our large soaking tub and bends over to start the water. I use my feet to tease his cock, trying to get him to set me down.

“Bre, that isn’t going to work.”

“Baby, please, put me down.”

Caston continues to walk around the bathroom, collecting things for the bath. When the tub is almost full he adds a little bubble bath that instantly starts to foam and sends the aromatic scents of lavender and vanilla through the air.

Finally seeming satisfied, he walks over to the double sinks, setting me down, so I’m sitting on the counter. He turns around in my arms and takes my mouth in a kiss that sends shivers throughout my whole body. I reach up, sliding my hands through his hair. Enjoying the moans we’re humming into each other’s mouths. He pulls away breathless. The lustful look in his eyes renders me speechless.

Caston falls to his knees and starts kissing along the insides of my thighs, giving each one equal attention. Slowly getting closer and closer to the place I want his mouth more than anything.

As he reaches my pussy, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, sending bolts of lightning down my legs. I let my head fall back as I give myself over to his expert tongue. Sucking, flicking, and driving me insane. I was about to come when he pulls back. “No, my God, please don’t stop.”

Not acknowledging my plea, he stands up and pulls me to him. Reaching around, he holds me by my ass and carries me to the tub. Stepping into the bubbles, we slink down into the warmth. Leaning back Caston turns the water off and immediately turns his attention back to me by taking my breasts in his hands, kneading them and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

“Bre, do you know how beautiful you are?” His eyes are a dark and hooded with lust.

I bite my lip as I let my hands slide through his hair. Breathless, I pant, “Caston…”

He shifts slightly and pulls me up over his lap, setting me down on his hard cock. The water sloshes around us, spilling onto the floor with our movement. Reaching around his neck, I let my fingers slide through Caston’s steam dampened hair as his mouth trails kisses along my neck. As his tongue glides along my jaw up to my ear, I’m pushed over the edge.

His cock pulses, filling me. My womb flutters, and my heart wants to explode. I lean forward to rest in his arms.

We sit in silence for a long time. Occasionally, Caston turns the water on to bring the temperature back up. Once I turn around and lean my back on Caston’s chest, I can feel his heart. I toe at one of the jets at the end of the tub as Caston lightly strokes my arms.

Just as I feel myself start to drift off to sleep again, Caston starts talking.