by F. L. Jacob
He slid me to the edge of the dresser and stepped back. He looked me over, spread open, waiting, aching for him. Removing his belt, he threw it on the bed, letting his pants fall to his ankles. His steel cock sprang free, causing me to lick my lips. With one quick move, he entered me. The feeling was magnificent. Wrapping his arms around me, he started to move. His fingers dug into my hips, as he eagerly slid in and out of my sopping pussy. “God, Bre, you feel so good. I’m going to explode.”
My hands intertwined around his neck as I brought his mouth to mine, exploring it ruthlessly. Digging my new, red soled, fuck me heels into his rear I pushed him into me harder.
“My God, Caston, I love you.” I yelled as my orgasm shook me. Caston’s head tilted back and he gasped in ecstasy as he came, pumping everything into me.
There was nothing sexier than watching him come. I loved it. We stilled as our orgasms subsided. He lightly kissed my lips. I nuzzled into his neck, taking in Caston’s manly scent.
“Sabrina, you’re perfect in every way. I love you.”
He withdrew and walked over to the adjoining bathroom to get a washcloth. When he returned, he gently wiped me clean. His soft touch was making me want him again. When he was satisfied he took me by the waist, lowering me to the floor.
“Let’s finish getting cleaned up, so I can show you the rest of the club. I’ll call down to have another thong brought up,” he said, flashing me his fabulous smile.
Half an hour later Caston took my hand and asked, “Are you ready for this?” Leaning over, he kissed the top of my head.
“I’m not sure. I thought I was, but my stomach feels like it’s going drop out.”
He pulled me in, hooking my arms around his waist. I looked up at him. His eyes were full of concern. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a long velvet black box. “This is to show everyone you’re mine, and they aren’t to approach you without me around.”
I took the box from him and opened it. “Oh my God, Caston, it’s beautiful.”
Inside the box was a black diamond choker. It had a pendant hanging down that was a beautiful platinum heart. The heart had a filigree design, but as I looked closer to it I realized it was our initials laced together. My heart melted knowing he had to have had this designed just for me. “This had to have cost a fortune. When did you have this done?”
“Bre, you’re worth way more than this silly necklace. You’re mine, our hearts are one.”
He took the box and removed the necklace. Stepping behind me he held it in front of me, slipping it around my neck. It was heavy and cold. My hand went up to touch it. My heart felt heavy, like the necklace around my neck. Taking my hand he led me over to the mirror by the door. He stood behind me again and held me around my waist.
“It looks magnificent on you.”
I caught his eyes in the mirror. “Thank you.” I turned around in his arms, leaning up on my tiptoes to lay a kiss on him. “Not just for this. For everything.”
I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like he wanted to say something to me. Instead he swept me into the deepest kiss; my knees gave out. He caught me, holding me up in his strong arms.
Feeling his strength flow through me, I broke the kiss and led him to the door.
“I’m ready,” I said, “With you by my side, I’m ready for anything.”
Opening the door for me, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me out into the hallway. Deep bass music filled my ears and hammered in my chest. I looked around, taking in the sights around me.
It was the inside of a large warehouse that had been renovated to fulfill the needs of the club. The middle of the building was open, the lights and music filtered up from the ground floor. There were two floors of rooms lining the walls. People were scattered around the floors. Some talking, some dancing, and some were making out.
Caston led me down the hall, acknowledging people, as we made our way to the grand staircase. I was being looked over from head to toe, judged, as if making sure I was good enough for the company I was in. Feeling extremely self-conscious, I pulled Caston in a little closer. He snaked his arm around my waist, as we walked down the stairs.
Reaching the bottom floor, Caston was met by a group of women fawning for his attention. He dismissed them with a wave of his hand, but then a taller gentleman walked up to Caston and leaned in to whisper into his ear. Possibly security, but I wasn’t sure. Caston gave a curt nod and turned toward me. Leaning over he kissed me on my forehead.
“Honey, I have to take care of a few things. Do you want me to take you to our VIP room?”
I shook my head. I wanted to seem confident to him, even though, I felt like I could throw up at any time.
He smiled at me, and gave my hand a squeeze, before he headed off in the other direction.
I felt alone and scared. I was just about to turn and run back up the stairs when a warm hand was placed on my lower back. I stiffened not knowing who it could be.
“Bre, where is Caston?”
I let out a deep breath. “Sara. Oh, thank God, it’s you. He had to go take care of something.”
“Already? Damn, well let’s get you up to the VIP room.” She grabbed my hand.
I stopped her. Sail by AWOLNATION began and I was feeling a little brave. Wanting to have some fun, I smiled at Sara. “Let’s go dance. Caston has work to do. He’ll come find me when he is ready.”
It was dark in there, but I think she blushed. She reached up and ran her hand across my collarbone, along the necklace. She reached the pendant and took it in her hand. Her face seemed melancholy. “I see he gave you the choker.”
I smiled, but felt butterflies in my stomach at her touch. Smiling, I took her hand and led her into the middle of the dance floor. The music took over and I started dancing. Everyone around us was grinding up against each other. Men on women, men on men, women on women. We were moving as one. I felt free on the dance floor. This is who I am. I felt sexy and confident.
Sara was dancing with me. Her hands were on my hips, moving them to the music. She walked around behind me, still moving with me. We were flush against each other. Her hand snaked around my stomach and pulled me closer. Closing my eyes, I leaned up against her. My skin heated. I felt myself becoming aroused. Her lips brushed up against my shoulder, causing a shiver ran down my spine. I suddenly felt her hand on my breast, kneading it though my corset. Her kisses and nibbles became deeper. The music still possessed me, and I turned to face her. Her hands slid around me to grab my ass. I rested my elbows on her shoulders and ran my hands through her long flowing hair. Our eyes locked, and I was transported to another place. It felt like it was just us on the floor, as if we were in our own world. I bit my lip. We leaned toward each other. Microseconds away from kissing; our lips a mere millimeter from touching, and all of a sudden, I was spun away from Sara, and my lips were being taken by my love. His hands were all over me, just as Sara’s were minutes before. I looked behind him, seeing Sara was grinding up against another man. Turning my attention back to Caston, I turned around, pressing my ass into his crotch. His hands roamed all over my body and his lips sucked along my neck. Breathing into my ear he said, “That was hot.”
I let my laugh take over my body and laid my head back to rest on his shoulder, while I continued to grind into him. Caston growled, turned me around, and lifted me up by my ass. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked us off the dance floor. My heart was still thumping with excitement, and I was out of breath.
He set me down in a room with one wall open, overlooking the dance floor. It had white walls with a black marble floor. The furniture was white leather couches and chairs, with black and red throws and pillows strewn about. This particular room had its own small bar in the corner with a personal bartender.
Caston walked over to the bar, while I walked over to look at the dance floor. The main room was packed with people. Looking from this perspective, I was able to see
there were a few poles with some very talented women on them. There was also a few large square beds off to the side, with about four, or five, couples going at it on the beds. I rubbed my thighs together. Watching the spectacle in front of me, after what nearly happened on the dance floor, I was soaked and thoroughly excited.
Coming up behind me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and offered me a glass of water. I accepted it. My small sip turned into me downing the entire glass.
“See anything you like?” Caston’s hot breath was on my neck, his voice so full of promise. He leaned down to kiss me. His tongue was cold from the drink he just took. Goose bumps raised on my skin from the temperature difference.
I could still see Sara on the dance floor. She was with the man who swept her away from me, and another was now grinding behind her. I watched as they kissed, sucked, and toyed with her. She looked up toward our balcony and caught my eye. Leaning back into the gentleman behind her, she wrapped her arms around his head. Her eyes were hooded as the other man worked his way down her front, reaching her pussy. She never broke eye contact with me, she wanted me to watch. I wanted to look away, but I was so turned on. The guy lifted up one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder and moved her thong to the side. The instant his head made contact with her hot flesh her head fell back onto the man holding her up. Her long fishnet stocking leg moved, and I saw the spike of her heal dig into the back of the man lapping at her juices. The man holding her up cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.
I suddenly felt a pinch on my nipples. Caston had noticed my stare and started mimicking what was happening on the dance floor. “You like watching her?”
“Oh, yes, yes I do.” I sighed breathlessly.
“Don’t take your eyes off her.”
His other hand slid down, moving my thong away from my pussy, exposing my soaked flesh to the spectators below. I rested my foot on a small stool to my side, giving him better access just like her leg that was over the man’s shoulder. His mouth was on my neck sucking. “Oh, Caston.”
He had an ice cube in his mouth; the mix of sensations on my hot skin almost made me come on the spot.
I continued to watch Sara being taken on the dance floor. Caston moved his fingers in and out of me as the man was licking her. We seemed to be connected by a jolt of electricity. I clenched Caston’s head and let my orgasm take over. She seemed to do the same to the man below. As we both came down from the aftershocks she caught my eye again and blew me a kiss. Still spread open to the crowd below I suddenly felt flush, coming back to the reality that everyone just saw what we did.
I turned around burying my head in Caston’s chest. “Don’t do that,” he took my chin in between his finger and thumb, raising my head up so I looked at him.
His big blue silver eyes were so full of love. I could see to his soul. I smiled shyly. He walked me back to the couches at the back of the overlook and helped me sit. My body was still shaking, with embarrassment, with aftershocks of the amazing orgasm I just had, and with fear of what is to come. I took a deep breath and shook my shoulders getting rid of all those feelings.
I smiled at Caston. “I’m okay.”
He slouched down and looked me in the eye. “Yup, there’s my girl.”
He leaned forward to kiss me, but there was a racket in the stairway. We both looked over toward the doorway to find Sara and the man who was just between her legs were laughing and carrying on as they walked in.
They stopped in their tracks when they saw us staring at them. “What?” they said in unison.
Sara bounded over to me and plopped down right next to me. Almost sitting on my lap. I giggled when she grabbed my hands. “That was so amazing, thanks for sharing that with me.”
I blushed at her reference to what just happened on the dance floor.
Caston got up, walked over to the man, and smacked him on the back. He talked close to the man’s ear, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Sara was saying something to me, but it was going in one ear and out the other, since I was straining to hear Caston.
Their conversation was very serious. Caston’s and the man’s faces were very hard and etched with concern. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. Turning to face Sara a little more, I interrupted, “Sara…”
“Ya.”
“Who is that man with, Caston? The one you came up with.”
“Oh God,” she jumped up, pulling me with her. “We’re such idiots. I’m so sorry.”
We walked the few steps toward the men. She wrapped her arm around the man’s waist. “Jon, honey, we never introduced you to Sabrina.”
I saw Caston mentally scold himself. “I’m so sorry, Sabrina. This is Jon, my brother. Jon, this is my girl, Sabrina.”
Jon was slightly taller than Caston and older. He didn’t look anything like Caston, which I thought was very strange. Usually siblings look a little alike. Jon had chocolate brown eyes and his shorter hair was so blond it was almost white. He flashed his 100-megawatt smile at me, as he reached for my hand. The smile was the only thing that linked him with Caston.
“Pleasure is all mine. Finally, I get to meet the famous Ms. Bennett. Cass hasn’t stopped talking about you since we saw you dance. You’re a beautiful dancer, my dear.”
His smile made me blush. I felt like he was looking through me, as if he had x-ray vision. I put my hand in his. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of my hand, letting his lips linger.
“Thank you.”
I reached for Caston, letting him pull me into his arms. I looked up at him. “You sure do talk about me a lot.”
“How could I not? You’re my everything.”
I let out a big sigh. He always says the most perfect things. I let myself zone out to the music as Caston and Jon talked. I was brought back to reality when Caston kissed the top of my head. “Bre, I’ve got to go deal with the fallout from last night. Make yourself comfortable here. Don’t go down to the dance floor without me.” I stuck my lip out in a full on pout. “Oh, Sabrina, don’t give me that face.” He leaned down and sucked my lip into his mouth. The dampness between my legs grew. “Things get out of control down there. I don’t want you getting into something that you aren’t comfortable with, or expecting.” He held my face in his hands. “Promise me?”
“Promise.” I smiled.
“I’ll be right back. I’ll make up my leaving to you then.”
I slid my hand down between us, massaging his cock. “I can’t wait,” I purred.
I watched Caston, Jon, and Sara walk down the stairway. Turning around, I walked back to the small bar and poured myself another glass of ice cold water, since the bartender seemed to be missing as well. The liquid cooled my burning throat. I was all alone in this suite.
The music changed. A little slower. Letting the rhythm flow through me. Letting the music take over, I started to dance. Running my hands over my body and moving my feet, the world around me disappeared.
Suddenly there was a crash, and I spun around. Tripping over my feet, I almost fell off my five inch heels.
“Better watch your step there.”
I covered my mouth. My other hand went across my stomach. I felt sick. Beverly was standing there. She’d knocked over a chair just to get my attention.
“Beverly,” my voice was barely above a whisper.
“Mrs. Holden,” she corrected me through a sneer.
“Mrs. Holden.”
Backing up, trying to get the most space between us, the back of my legs hit the couch, and I fell back onto the cool leather. If I could have crawled into the wall and hid, I would have.
She had on a black leather leotard and heeled boots that went up to her thighs. How she walked in them, I had no idea. She had little black cat ears on her head and a long whip in her hand. The eyes behind her cat mask were cold and vacant. I was terrified.
She snapped her whip onto the marble floor. The crack made me jump. She laughed. Evil bitch.
Her red hair was an unnatur
al color. It seemed to glow in this lighting. She started to walk toward me, and I started to tremble.
“Listen up, you little whore. I don’t think you understand the magnitude of my power. I can make your life a living hell, and if you stay with Caston, understand that it will be hell. I can’t believe he has fallen under your spell, you money hungry bitch. What did you do, brainwash him to believe you cared about him? You aren’t right for him.”
She was in my face now, with her finger poking into my chest. Her red nails were sharp and they felt as though they were cutting into my skin. I winced at the pain.
“Stay. Away. Leave him now. Before he even comes back here. I’ll relay the message.”
She stood up and walked over to the bar, pouring herself a drink of something strong. I could smell it all the way from where I was sitting. She acted as if she had no doubt I would follow her edict.
I pulled my legs up on to the couch and hugged my knees into my chest. Rocking myself, I closed my eyes. Mark was all that came to my mind. This is how Mark treated me. Why do I let people walk all over me? I had vowed myself that I would change. Caston, please God, if you can hear me, please come save me. I knew it would never work, but a girl could wish, right?
Almost, as if on cue, I heard noise on the stairs. Caston appeared at the top. I rushed into his arms almost in tears. He stumbled back slightly when my body hit his. “What’s wrong Sabrina?”
Wrapping me in his arms he cuddled me. Safety. “She is what’s wrong,” I mumble into his chest.
Sabrina is beside herself. I left her and she was fine. What could have... HER! Damn it! I cradle Sabrina to my chest. Comforting her fears.
“Beverly, I am not doing this anymore. No more lies. No more threats. No more, Beverly!” I screamed.
“Caston, if you know what is best for you and your dear little whore. You’ll continue to call me Mother, and you’ll get rid of her once and for all. She has already cost you more than you know.” She walks toward us much too calm. I brace myself, covering Sabrina’s head, so she doesn’t have to hear all the yelling.