Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father

by Laveen, Tiana

  “I did too, Xenia, thanks so much.” The two women hugged and Xenia closed the door.

  Saint continued to stand there, panting, the ball huddled under his arm.

  She crossed her arms and pursed her lips as she leaned against the closed door. “You want to explain to me what that was all about?!”

  ~***~

  “And this is why I didn’t say anything!” Saint yelled as Xenia stormed up the steps behind him.

  “Why is it that you like none of my friends, Saint? Everyone you meet, you write off, you don’t like them. You don’t like my father, you barely like my mother and—”

  “Now that’s not true. I like Mama Pam, I just find her annoying sometimes.” He softened his tone, wanting her to know he was sincere.

  “Saint, the girl has been a Godsend! She keeps me abreast of everything. She makes sure I have everything I need. She has put out fires on the set before they began. She is really talented and she needs a mentor! She doesn’t have any damn body, she’s just a kid!”

  “A sneaky, two-faced, conniving kid! Kids from where I came from, shot and killed mothafuckas. Kids over in Egypt, Xenia, will strap a bomb to their damn body, smile in your goddamn face, and blow both of ya’ll up to kingdom come! I don’t give a—”

  “…flying fuck.” Xenia rolled her eyes, mocking him.

  “That’s right, Xenia, I don’t give one flying fuck that she is a kid. She is young, but grown, damn it. Now,”—he pointed at his wife and narrowed his eyes on her—“I know you, Xenia. I know you know that something is fishy about that young woman. I can smell it on you, but you, being typical Xenia, have dismissed that gut instinct because you want to believe everyone is as good-hearted as you. That’s the same shit you accused me of when I brought Beset in here but you suffer from it, too. We’ve been through this shit before!”

  He stormed off again, but she was hot on his trail.

  “And you’ve been wrong before! Last year, I introduced you to my friend Kim. You said she this and that, and come to find out, you were wrong, Saint, and you finally admitted it. You did the same thing about Brock when he started helping me with the radio station. You said he was shady, and the guy is true blue!”

  “Xenia.” Saint sighed as he flung his sweaty shirt onto the floor. “You asked me why I was looking at her like that, and I told you. I had no intention of saying a damn thing because I knew we’d just get into an argument. You don’t like being told what to do, you think I’m too controlling at times, so I just planned to keep my damned mouth shut and now that I’m honest with you about it, you want to throw a fit. But since you started this shit, you wanna know something else?!”

  “What?!”

  “She wants to fuck me!” He practically tore his shorts and underwear off, and walked off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

  “Oh, hell no!” Xenia opened the door so hard it bounced against the bathroom wall. “You aren’t just going to say some shit like that and let it be the end of it. You didn’t touch her. How do you know?”

  Saint bent over, grabbed two fresh snow-white washcloths and turned on the shower. He looked over his shoulder at Xenia, debating whether to answer truthfully or not. He decided on the honesty policy once again; shit had already gotten real. Why stop now?

  “I read her goddamn mind. That’s right, I invaded her privacy. I could smell her as soon as I walked in the damn house. She got ‘ho’ written all over her. She uses her pussy to get paid, Xenia.”

  “Now that’s just ridiculous, Saint.”

  “Oh, is it?” he said caustically as he grabbed his shampoo.

  “The girl works all the time and barely has time to do anything else. She is at my beck and call, barely has a personal life. I don’t know when she’d have the time.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Xenia? Her pussy is still wet from the last dick that slid up in it and trust me,” he said, rolling his eyes, “that shit was as recent as this damn argument right now. Don’t let her innocent act fool you! She would fuck me in a New York second if I called her this second and asked to meet a hotel. Don’t believe me? Hand me my phone and let’s see!”

  Xenia glared at him, a mixture of shock and disgust on her face.

  “You know it’s the truth, damn it. She would fuck yo’ man, Xenia, just to see if the rumors about me are true.” He sneered, mad that she wasn’t taking him seriously. He stepped in the shower. “She’s a damn gold-digger and a snitch, Xenia. She is conniving. I’m not trying to control you, it’s the truth!” he shouted over stream of water.

  She said nothing. So unlike her. No snappy comeback, no wisecracks, no arguments. Just dead silence.

  “Watch ’er ass!” he continued. “You’ve already proven from the past you’re kinda the jealous type—don’t invite the shit in, then.” His heart was now racing. He couldn’t take one more person trying to cause havoc in his home. He hated to have to do that to her, but Xenia needed to open her eyes. People were coming into their lives at such a rapid speed, she may not have had time to do proper investigations and yes, he’d been wrong in the past, but he was more right than mistaken, and she had to know that. His batting average of detecting buffoonery and bullshit was approximately eighty-five percent since he’d come into his own, and he considered that an accomplishment.

  Lathering himself up, he roughly spread soap over his body, fuming over the shit. Xenia hadn’t moved. She still stood out there, waiting for him, no doubt wanting to chew off his face off with her fangs.

  But he was wrong for moments later he felt her bare breasts pressed against his back and her hands wrap lovingly around his waist. Shocked and pleasantly surprised, he cooled his jets.

  “I take it the kids are next door, the play date?”

  “Yeah, they left like fifteen minutes before Shianne did,” she responded quietly. Saint turned around and put his hands on her shoulders. He stared into her eyes, those damn eyes…she made him melt, even when he was furious.

  “I hate how we’ve been going at each other lately, baby. There’s been so much stress…Sinclair, your father, my father’s health…shit at our jobs. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m just,” he sighed in exasperation, “tired of trying to convince you that I do this because I care. Yeah, I’ve been wrong about people and I could be wrong again, I’ll give you that, but don’t be so quick to dismiss me or call it paranoia. I don’t like her, Xenia, and until she proves otherwise, that is how it will remain. But you make your own choices. I’m not trying to tell you who your friends should be. I’m just trying to protect you. You’re my wife. That’s my job.” He leaned in close. She closed her eyes as he kissed her cheek. He slowly traced her chin with his thumb and then she looked back up at him. They stared at one another without saying anything…just connecting, taking in each other.

  “I will watch her, okay? You judge harshly…” The words drifted from her mouth, and faded, as if her heart wasn’t in them. Nevertheless, he knew she was going to up her game and pay closer attention, watch her steps. She knew he was right. Xenia had a good sense of people’s character. The problem was, she often times ignored it, especially if they were someone in need.

  Tired of debating, he pushed her against the shower wall, one hand delicately wrapped around her long, elegant neck. She sighed, or was it a hiss? He leaned in close, pushing his body hard against hers, then caught her neck between his teeth, lightly pulling the skin, eliciting a twinge of pain and pleasure. He let go, and kissed the spot he’d gone vampire rage on, soothing the reddened skin as she moaned and fell apart against him…

  ~***~

  Xenia pushed the Shianne concerns out of her mind as Saint slid his hot tongue in her mouth. His kiss was rough, possessive, unrefined. He ran his fingers ruggedly up and down her body. She sighed loudly as she felt him knock her legs crudely apart with his knee.

  “Hmmm, I judge harshly…” His low, breathy words heated her ear, the warmth giving her a sense of comfort though his body and mood made her
pause with trepidation. “I only judge harshly the people I don’t like…” He slid his hand down from the wall and gripped his rock-hard cock, rubbing the thick head against her skin, bumping it against her.

  “You’re hard on people…”

  “Hard…mmmm, okay.”

  She felt her pussy pulsate as her excitement grew. He held her tighter, her pussy clamped and opened, ready for him.

  “Yes…you judge…hard.” She gripped him around the neck and stared up at him, into those golden, wicked yet sweet eyes…

  “Ahhh! Shit!” Xenia dug her nails in his slick back as he lunged up inside of her, filling her with no warning. He hoisted her legs up, and she quickly wrapped them around his tapered waist, locking her ankles above his flexing ass. He thrust in and out of her, his expression hungry, intense as he stared down at her. Anger still burned in his eyes… Releasing her throat, he grabbed fistful of her curly locks and gently pulled, then a bit harder… “Ahhhh! Oh God!”

  “Uhhh!” he groaned. “Uhhh! I do other things hard, too… Uhhh! Mmm, baby!”

  He jerked her body back and forth with each plunge, his large cock filling her, pumping in her wet confines as if it would be their last time together.

  “Uhhh!”

  She could feel his heart pounding against her skin. He was taking her far, far away. Soon, she became completely unwound, her orgasm strong as she quivered from his deep, penetrating thrusts.

  “Uhhh! Xenia! Uhhh! I felt you cum, baby.” He pressed his body harder into hers, going in and out of her in fast, short, hard jabs…

  She sighed, knowing he was on his way…

  “Uhhhhhh! Damn it!” Digging his fingertips into her thighs, he increased his pace, forcing her pussy lips wide. His soft, wet pubic hair rubbed against her lower stomach as he neared orgasm. He grabbed her face, forced her to look at him. His eyes darkened and she knew him no longer. A stranger was inside of her, taking possession of her…

  “Uhhhh! Yes, shiiiit!”

  She gripped him harder as he shoved his cock deeply upward inside of her, exploding—a warm gush filling her over and over again. His dick became a piston, and he kept cumming, pounding her, screaming out as he tore her up with his hard, rhythmic thrusts. After a few moments, all that could be heard was the shower water and their mutual labored breathing. He released her, lowering her onto her feet. They continued to stare at one another and his face still appeared vexed, yet, when he touched her, she felt loved and revered like fragile China. He delicately caressed the side of her face, up and down, up and down until she closed her eyes and almost fell asleep from his gentle touch. Carefully, he hoisted her into his arms, turned the shower off and took her out of the bathroom to lay her across the bed. He patted her dry with a towel. They shared no words, only caresses. Before long, she was on her stomach, and he was inside of her once more, riding her. She bit down on the sheets, attempting to stifle her screams as his balls banged against her engorged pussy. But it was a lost battle for soon, she was screaming his damn name.

  “Saaaaiiiinnnnt!” Her climax hit her with a knockout punch and climbed up her back, making her tingle all the fuck over. She twisted and turned beneath him, losing her bearings and sense of space and time. He fucked that pussy like he was mad…in fact, he was.

  This was angry sex, possessive sex, loving sex, don’t-fuck-over-my-wife sex. His stress level had come to a boiling point, and he let it simmer within her. In a matter of moments, he shuddered inside of her, the warmth once again taking over. He fell onto her back and gripped her shoulders, breathing heavily and close to her ear. She felt his chest cave and exhale. He sounded simply exhausted after the way he’d taken her.

  “Get back in the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up.” He slapped her ass playfully “…I wanna eat your pussy.” He panted, barely able to get the sentence out.

  “Baby.” Xenia peered at their alarm clock. “The kids will be back soon…we don’t have time.”

  “Baby, please!” She could hear the desperation in his voice as he gently caressed her shoulder blade with his fingertips. “Can’t you call Katherine and ask for a few more minutes?”

  He’d never asked her to do anything like that before. She looked over her shoulder at him and she could see by his expression, he was dead serious.

  “I wanna taste you…” he said, kissing her earlobe.

  “Okay, look. I can’t do that baby, but I promise tonight after they are all asleep, you can have me anyway you want me…and I’ll make it worth the wait.” She winked at him from over her shoulder.

  He rolled off of her and groaned. “Ahhh, alright,” he said, disappointment in his voice.

  Xenia looked at her husband very closely as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as if in deep thought. She scanned his thick, pitch-black eyebrows, his light bronze flesh, the slight flare of his nostrils, his strong jawbone and slightly jetted chin. She never got enough of looking at the man, he was the epitome of gorgeous, but most of all, his spirit matched the exterior. She ran her knuckles softly against his cheek. In response he smiled, moaned deeply and closed his eyes. She looked down at his chest. The soft, downy hair was still moist, glistening from the shower water. A trail of dark hair flowed down the center of his stomach until it joined a neatly trimmed thicket of black pubic hair and then, last but not least…his dick. Slightly curved, knotted with thick veins, long, fat and simply beautiful. It was a work of art and the more she stared at it, the more she wanted to suck that motherfucker until he flooded her mouth with his cream of gratitude. She grinned, realizing that now, she, too, was falling victim to Saint-itis. She never got enough of him.

  He turned to her and slowly opened his eyes.

  “You wanna taste my cum, baby?” He smiled mischievously. “I’ll let you do that to me right now. Just call Katherine and ask for a few more minutes…say you got an important phone call or somethin’.”

  Xenia didn’t know whether to chastise the man for invading her thoughts, or give in. She slid off the bed, grabbed her cell phone and called her neighbor.

  “Hi, it’s Xenia! Are the kids ready? Oh really? No, no, please let them do it, it’s fine. Glad I called before coming over. Great, thanks so much.” She hung up and looked at Saint. It was more than apparent that he was trying to hide a smirk as he sat up on his elbows.

  “I know you overheard. Anyway, they were about to order a pizza and she was just getting ready to call me and ask if they could stay to have some.”

  “It’s not pepperoni, is it?”

  “Saint.” Xenia rolled her eyes. “After all this time, no. She knows to not give the boys pork just like I know to not give her children peanuts. They have allergies.”

  “You can get porked again though—I got a big sausage for you.” He chuckled as he grabbed his dick and shook it at her.

  “The forever child.” She laughed.

  “Go on then, get washed up so I can eat the fuck out of that sweet vajayjay and you can suck this cock.”

  “Are you coming?”

  “I want to watch you first. You know that turns me on. I’ll be in right after you.”

  “So fuckin’ weird. You get turned on by me doing laundry and washing dishes, too.”

  “I do, probably some Freudian shit in my brain. Enough of that, let’s stop talking about it. I’m all worked up, chop to it!” He laughed as he got comfortable under the sheets and undoubtedly watched her saunter off into the restroom. Xenia looked in the mirror as she cleaned her face and pussy, trying to push her worries aside to no avail. Shianne kept coming to mind—the way the woman had stared at her husband. She knew that look and it didn’t spawn jealousy in her as Saint assumed; no, this was different. It created concern. She’d let the woman into her world, happy of their connection, and now she’d be on the lookout, paranoid, unsure how to behave around her assistant until she was certain she was what Xenia hoped she was—simply a friend and a young lady that desired guidance. She sighed. The burden felt heavy but wouldn’t eas
e up until she addressed it.

  She planned to and yeah, Saint was right. Shianne had a few quirks that Xenia found odd, things that didn’t quite add up. She hoped to get to the bottom of it, but in the meantime, the only sneaking around and cat fighting that was going to take place was in her bedroom. All she desired was to feel that sexy man’s lips on her kitty, making it purr as he only knew how to do…

  Meow…

  ~***~

  “Daddy, why didn’t you call me?!” Xenia snapped as she gripped her cell phone.

  “Baby, that isn’t something I would call you about,” he said coolly.

  “Well, Porshe said you didn’t have any money for rent, and she didn’t have any she could loan you. Look, let me give you the money.” Xenia reached into her refrigerator and removed a half-gallon of coconut milk then placed it on the nearby counter.

  “No, I can’t let you do that.”

  “Look, you and Mama are too much alike, that is why you never got along, and by alike, I mean this stubbornness. If you needed some money, you should have called me. I am coming over to your apartment tonight and giving it to you. How much is it?”

  She heard him sigh. “Xenia, my rent is $1400, and the light bill is $150. I already paid the water.”

  “Fine. I’ll be over there around nine, after the kids are in the bed. Do you have groceries?”

  “Yeah. I have some beer, lettuce, cheese, some bread and crackers. I got enough.”

  “Daddy, that isn’t any decent food! Look, you need money for groceries, too. We will discuss this when I get there.”

  “Alright. Thank you, baby girl.”

  She smiled. “You don’t have to thank me. See you later.” She disconnected the call then jumped ten feet in the air after shutting the refrigerator door. “Saint! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you had to go in for a meeting?”

  She didn’t like the look on his face. His lips were turned downward and his eyes dull. He ran long fingers along his jawbone; his nose twitched.