Have I Told You (20 page)

I stepped forward, taking her hand in mine. She pulled me into a hug. “Oh, Sabrina, it’s good to see someone finally snag Caston’s heart.”

I laughed. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

When she finally released me, Caston reclaimed my hand, my insides melted and I blushed.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Caston, you know where everything is. If you need anything at all, just holler.” With that she patted him on the shoulder and walked down the hall, through a door out of sight.

Caston turned toward me and made me look up at him with his finger. “You sure you want to do this?”

I nodded. I was terrified, but so very excited.

“Okay. Let’s go upstairs. That is where the good stuff is.”

“Good stuff?” I questioned.

“More expensive, quality items.”

“Ahh, should I be concerned my, uh—” I paused, not exactly sure what to call him.

“Lover? Boyfriend is too childish. Guy friend is too informal.” I could tell he was struggling with our status, too.

“Anyway,” I spoke to get rid of the tension, “should I be concerned that you know more about sex toys and lingerie than I do?”

He swept me into his arms, bringing his lips down to mine. His tongue licked my lips, seeking entrance into my mouth. I obliged parting them, letting our tongues dance together. Breathless, we finally parted.

“You should be honored.” He whispered close to my ear. The feeling of his breath on my neck made me weak in the knees. My heart started to pound in my chest. I wanted him to take me right here against the wall. I moaned a little, and he leaned back and snickered.

He led me up a curved stairway. Reaching the top my mouth hung open. Beautiful garments were hung up and displayed. Items so sexy I blurted out, “How will I choose?”

Caston stopped and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Choose? Baby, you don’t have to choose.”

I dropped my eyes to the floor, still unsure.

“I’ll buy you all of it and more. Now let’s go pick out an outfit for tonight, and then we can work on getting the rest of it.”

Caston led me by the small of my back into the boutique. There were a few large, cushy chairs facing a three-way mirror. He pushed me a little further, while he stayed back. “Go find some outfits, and bring them back here to model for me. We’ll find the perfect one for tonight.”

Suddenly feeling like a kid in a candy shop, I hopped up and down and clapped my hands. I took off into the racks of satin and lace. Caston just laughed and shook his head at me.

Walking through, I ran my hands over all the materials. Bows, lace, satin, leather. My heart was fluttering. I grabbed a few items and kept looking. Then that I saw it. A smile spread across my face, I knew this was the outfit. Thinking of myself in it and Caston’s reaction, I felt myself getting damper between my legs. I quickly looked over my shoulder and saw Caston checking his phone. I grabbed the slinky material and took off in the direction we came from.

Making my way back downstairs, I sought out Sara. I started to walk down the hall when she emerged from one of the rooms. “Sabrina, can I help you?”

I smiled, suddenly blushing. “I need your help. I want to surprise Caston with my outfit tonight. Can you help me?”

“Of course I can!” She linked her arm in mine, dragging me off down the hall.

We stopped in front of a door, and she turned to look at me. She brushed a hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I leaned my head into her hand, feeling a little flushed. I’d never had a reaction like this to a woman before. She reached back and took my hair out of its holder. “You’re really beautiful. Caston is a very lucky man. You head on in there and start getting ready. I’m going to go tell him he needs to get ready himself, and that you will meet him in the Presidential room at the club. I’ll be right back.”

I’d fallen hard and fast for Sabrina. What the fuck kind of spell was I under? I wanted her to be mine. My mind dreamed about dropping to one knee and asking her to marry me earlier when we were talking about what we were to each other. I needed her to wake up next to me every day.

Feeling myself start to panic slightly at the thought, I sent her off to pick out outfits and sat down to check emails. Trying to keep focused on anything that didn’t involve her was a hard task. I had to collect my wits and shake the spell she had over me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sara walking up to me. Sitting forward slightly I said, “Sara, we are fine. You don’t need to check up on us.” I slouched back down into my chair suddenly exhausted.

“Babe, your girl isn’t even up here anymore.” She laughed, as she strode over to me.

I stood up and looked around. “Damn it, Damn it, Damn it.” I kicked the chair. She left. I knew she would.

“Relax, Hollywood. She sought me out, because she wanted to surprise you. You have a good one there. Why is she with you?” She sat down on the coffee table in front of the chair I was just sitting in.

“Oh, ha ha,” I turned back around and looked at Sara.

“Seriously, Cass. I remember when you first saw her at the gala. You were so wound up that night. I know she’s the one,” she sighed. “However, have you told her about Beverly, yet?”

I hung my head and sat back down. “Getting there. It takes more than a few hours to explain that.”

She took my hands in hers and stroked her thumbs over the back of my hands. “Get to it. Don’t lose this one. Okay?”

I pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, Sara. You really are too good for my brother.”

She laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth.

“She will be waiting for you in the Presidential suite, Hollywood. Go...get yourself ready for her.”

I kissed her cheek and stood up to go to the club to get ready. Looking back over my shoulder at her sitting on the table, I whispered, “Thank you.” She nodded at me. “You really are a good person, Sara. I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us.”

She smiled her sad smile. “Cass, if it did I wouldn’t have my wonderful husband or my babies.”

I nodded, turned around and made my way back down the stairway.

I walked into the Presidential suite. I was so nervous, not sure what to expect. Did I make the right decision to surprise Caston? I had no idea what I was doing, or what to expect.

The astonishing room was dimly lit by a crystal chandelier that hung from the middle of the room. The red walls were erotic. The four poster king size bed fit perfectly in the room. I walked over to the bed and ran my hand over the sheets, they were a cool black satin. A shiver ran down my spine, as I thought of how they would feel on my naked skin. The room smelled sweet from the dozens of red rose vases that lined the room. A soft music played overhead. I assumed it was music from the iPod dock on the bar across from the bed.

My skin got goose bumps, as I thought about what we could do in here, a pool of liquid was forming between my legs at the naughty thoughts going through my mind. I closed my eyes behind the cat-like mask that obscured my face and took a deep breath. With my eyes shut, my other senses were on high alert. I knew by the hairs that rose on the back of my neck that Caston had entered the room. I could feel the electricity that flowed between us.

“How do I look?” I said, slowly turning around.

My breath hitched, as I laid eyes on Caston. He was dressed in a 20’s zoot suit, accented by a white silk hankie, pearl gray spats, and diamond studded platinum watch chain. He looked as though he stepped through a time machine. His hair was slicked back, he looked like a gangster.

I had on a red and black lace corset with red fringe accents. The corset showed off my hourglass figure perfectly, and pushed up my breasts creating two beautiful milky white mounds. The fabric barely covered my nipples. My black silk thong was microscopic and it had a big black bow adorning my ass. The fishnet stockings were held up by rhinestone garter clips. My favorite part of the outfit, because of the red soles that pulled together the entire outfit, where my simple five inch black heels.

His eyes caught mine. “Wow, you look breathtaking, Sabrina.” I blushed, feeling his eyes roam my body.

I laughed nervously, as I played with the red fringe on my corset. Walking over to me, he played with my black wig. “This could be interesting tonight, Ms. Bennett.” I instantly felt flush, and wet between my thighs.

“Only if you play your cards right, Mr. Black” I said, as I brushed past him to the long mirror on the wall behind him.

He let out a laugh and grabbed my elbow, as he drew me back into him. I could feel his arousal pressing into my back. He leaned down to kiss my neck on the spot that makes my knees give out. Leaning forward, he snaked his hands down and reached further to touch the outsides of my knees. They slowly traveled up my thighs slowly, stopping briefly to toy with my black and red lace garters, and he nibbled my neck. He whispered in my ear, “I. Always. Play. My. Cards. Right. Miss. Bennett.” His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I let out a slight whimper at his words that were so full of promises. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His hands continued up and cupped my hot sex. I could feel him grow harder at my back. Reaching my arms behind me, I slid them between our bodies. Grabbing him through his pants, I stroked his hard cock. Letting out a deep throaty moan, he turned me around and his lips quickly found mine. Devouring each other’s mouth, I started to undo his pants and reach in for his cock. Backing away from our kiss, I bit my lip and held him with my gaze, as I ran my hand from the base to tip of his granite shaft. Reaching down he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us toward the bed. I thought he was going to put me on it, but he passed it and sat me on the dresser on the opposite side of the room.

Sliding between my legs, he grabbed my black satin thong and, with one quick tug, ripped it apart. “We won’t need these tonight,” he growled. “However, that big bow on your ass is very inviting.”

Two fingers plunged into me, working their way in and out, spreading my folds open, and hitting my special spot.

“Holy shit, Caston, right there,” I screamed, as my first orgasm hit me unexpectedly.

I arched my back, trying to get him to pay attention to my breasts. My nipples tingled, needing to be touched.

I whispered breathlessly, “Oh, Caston, please.”

Leaning down, his mouth bit the cleavage that was spilling out the top of my corset. I let out a loud scream, as his bite sent me over the edge yet again. I wrapped my arms around his head and weaved my fingers through his hair, pulling him into my chest, as my insides rippled around his fingers.

His teeth grabbed the fabric of the top and pulled it down. His mouth found my hardened nipple. Flicking his tongue over the hard point, his fingers continued their assault on my pussy, I was approaching the edge again.

Before I could come he withdrew his fingers and took them into his mouth. “I love the way you taste, Sabrina.”

I whimpered at the loss, but my eyes hooded in ecstasy, as I stared at him sucking my juices off his fingers.

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.”