by F. L. Jacob
Gritting my teeth, I responded, “Terrance, take me to Mark Baker’s frat house. He and I need to have a talk.”
I pulled up my email to send Sabrina a quick note. My heart constricted. I decided right then I not only wanted her, but I needed her. I could not let her go on with the life she was headed towards with him. She needed me more than anything. I wanted to be the one to save her. My phone buzzed, telling me I had a new message, seeing how quick she had been to respond to me a smile crept up on my face.
She said I left her breathless and dazed. It seems as if she is falling as fast for me as I am for her. How anyone could treat her like Mark did is beyond my comprehension?
Pulling up in front of the frat house, I felt my blood boil. I had to calm myself down. I would surely be arrested if I did what I actually wanted to do to this so-called man. Terrance parked, and I got out before he was able to turn the car off. I reached the door and rang the bell. No one answered. I pressed and held it for a few minutes. Finally, there was someone on the other side, fumbling with some locks.
“Yo, dude do you even know what time it is? What the hell, man?” Surfer dude mumbled, as he rubbed his eyes and scratched his ass.
Nodding my head, I responded, “Yes, I do, thank you. I need to speak with Mark Baker.” I pushed past surfer dude, stepping into the foyer, making him realize I would not be leaving until I saw Mark.
“Mark? Um, I think he’s still sleeping.” He laughed and continued, “He’s probably still banging the shit outta that red headed chick he brought home last night.”
I felt my blood begin to boil and my fists balled up. “Where is that son of a bitch?”
Surfer dude obviously recognized my anger and held his hands out to stop me from pinning him up against the wall. “Upstairs, third door on the right. Back off, man. Don’t kill the messenger, dude.”
I turned to head to the stairs and Terrance followed right on my heels. “Sir, please let me handle this. I don’t want…”
“Fuck no, Terrance. I want this bastard’s balls in my hand, and I want to squeeze them until they pop.”
Coming to his door, I took a deep breath and raised my hand to pound, but I heard a giggle from inside. Oh hell no! I burst through the door.
“What the fuck?” Mark yelled, as the door flew open and a girl screamed. “You? What the fuck do you want?”
I crossed the short distance to the bed, grabbed Mark by his perfectly blond hair, and dragged him to a chair. He was grabbing my hand, trying to get away. I saw Terrance gather the girl up, get her some clothing, and help her out of the room. I shoved Mark’s naked ass in his computer chair and pinned him up against his desk.
“I’m talking now. You do not talk, do you understand me, asshole?”
“Fuck you,” Mark spit in my face.
“Really? Do you really want me to turn you in, and expose you to your coach, the school, and the media? I have that kind of power, Mr. Baker. You do not want to play with me. I want you to leave Sabrina alone. I saw her files. I know you beat the shit out of her, and she will not turn you in, because she thinks she cannot do better than you. I know you are the fucking asshole to put those ridiculous thoughts into her head. I know she is about to fail out of her classes, because you have hurt her so much physically and mentally that she cannot go to class. I know none of those good for nothing friends of yours would ever cross you and turn you in, but you better believe me when I say I will not hesitate if you come near her again. You told her you were done with her last night. You will not call her again. You will not see her again. If you see her on campus you will turn and walk the other direction. If you see her at a party you will leave the party. Do you understand me, Mr. Baker?”
“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what I can and can’t do? That little bitch had it coming, fucking prick tease. She is nothing without me,” Mark laughed.
I reached between his legs, grabbed his balls, and twisted. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Terrance start to head toward me. I shot him a look that made him stop in his tracks. Mark howled in excruciating pain. “Listen, you dumb, fucking jock. A man of my position knows a lot of people, if you ever want to play football again I would listen to me. Leave. Sabrina. Alone.”
“Fine. Fine,” Mark squeaked between clenched teeth. “Whatever, dude. She was getting old, anyways.”
I pushed him away, and reached in my pocket for my handkerchief to wipe my hands off. Terrance threw clothes at Mark, and he quickly got dressed. Looking around his room I saw little bits of Sabrina scattered around. It made me sick thinking he was here fucking another girl and not thinking twice about her. Terrance walked toward Mark, found a box of his stuff, and dumped it on the ground.
“Hey, asshole. That’s my stuff you are throwing around,” Mark huffed. He really had no sense of self preservation.
“Honestly, I don’t give a shit. Pack all of Sabrina’s things in here, and do it now,” Terrance said, shoving the box in Mark’s hands.
I walked over to the closet to remove her clothes. I started removing them and suddenly got a whiff of her scent that lingered. Thinking about her made me want to touch her. I bent down to the closet floor and found her dance bag. I knew it had to be there somewhere. I walked back to Terrance, who was supervising Mark, and handed him the items. I sat in the chair and waited until the packing was done. I knew Terrance could handle it, but I wanted to make sure nothing was left behind.
Then something under the bed caught my eye. I stood up, walking over to the bed and pulled it out. It was box of toys. Sexual toys. My eyes narrowed, as I looked through the pitiful box. Mark saw me and immediately sputtered, “Those are mine. She could never handle that shit, anyways. I need someone who is more than a quick suck and fuck.”
I turned around and swung, connecting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side and blood immediately flew out of his mouth. “That is for forcing these things on her. You’re lucky I do not cut your balls off. I am taking them because obviously you are not trained to use them. Someone can get seriously hurt with these.” Mark was whimpering on the ground, like he should be, the sick son of a bitch.
“Terrance, I will be in the car. Please, collect the rest of Sabrina’s stuff, and meet me there.”
I made my way back down the stairs. By now there was a fairly good crowd at the bottom, trying to figure out what was going on. I heard a few gasps when they saw me. I assumed they knew who I was. Good, maybe they would know I meant business then. Adjusting my coat when I got to the bottom step, I turned to the crowd of boys and said, “If any of you sorry excuses for men feel the need to hide in that asshole’s shadow because you think he is a king, you have a big time wakeup call coming when you leave college.”
Walking out to the car, I pulled out my phone and made a quick call. “He said he would stay away from her… Yes… You have the all the information you need if it becomes necessary… He is a sorry excuse for a man.”
Checking my watch, I had just enough time to run to the office to approve the next magazine cover and run over some numbers with Ashton. I also need to discuss Vanessa’s intrusion with Ashton, to see what we should do about that. It was never okay to come to my home unannounced.
Arriving home a few hours later, I could not wait to see the angel that is Sabrina waiting for me. Walking through the door, I could already smell her. How is that even possible? My skin tingled. I could not wait to get her in my arms, again. I left her much too quickly this morning. Now that I had cleared up the Mark ordeal, I was free to try to make her mine.
Jules met me at the closet to take my briefcase and coat. “Afternoon, sir, hope you had a lovely day.”
“Today was especially lovely, thank you, Jules. Where is she? I cannot wait to see her.”
“She went to your room after she collected her iPad, and I haven’t seen her since. No lunch or snacks. Poor dear, I hope she is okay up there.”
“I’m sure she is all right, Jules. Thank you. Can you start dinner for
us? She will be staying, so make sure you have enough for her as well. I think we will take it on the balcony of my room.”
“Very well, sir.”
I turned and took the stairs two at a time. I had never felt this giddy before. Coming to my bedroom door, I opened it slowly, so I did not to startle her. My body stirred when I saw her clothing lying at the foot of my bed. I was excited to possibly have a naked Sabrina in my room somewhere. Looking over to the sitting room, I saw my angel sleeping on the lounge chair. She looked so peaceful with her hair spread out over the pillow and the blanket pulled up to her chin. I did not have the heart to wake her. I moved slowly to the connecting door and shut it, so I could change and get dinner set up for us outside.
When I was finished, I walked back to the sitting room. Feeling butterflies in my stomach was not something I was accustomed to. I sat on the chair by the doorway, watching her sleep. How can I explain to her that I did not happen to just run into her?
I woke with a start. Oh, dear Lord, how long was I asleep? I looked out the window and noticed that the sun was setting. I snuggled back under the blanket. Hearing a noise behind me, I jumped up and swung my head around.
“Oh my gosh, you scared the living crap out of me,” I said to Caston, who was lurking in the doorway. “How long have you been home?”
“Oh, about an hour. I have been watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful, I did not want to wake you. “
I blushed and shook my head slightly. “I wish you would have. I was dreaming about Mark, and now my stomach is upset with the realization of how stupid I was to ever be with him. My mind is acknowledging things I couldn’t before.”
Walking over to me, he stroked the hair from my face. I turned my head and kissed his palm.
He cupped my cheek. “Sabrina, everyone makes mistakes in their life.”
His hand slowly slid behind my neck and drew me in toward him. I licked my lips in anticipation of his kiss. My insides clenched. His lips slowly brushed mine, with the sweetest touch. I felt my lips tingle, as his tongue slowly parted them, seeking the warmth of my mouth. Slow and sensual, this kiss wasn’t like the one from this morning. He slowed the kiss, pulling away.
He rested his forehead on mine, our noses touching, and he spoke the words I was thinking, “I hope you’ll let me kiss you every day from now on.” I nodded. I was at a loss for words. This man was becoming special to me, fast. It scared, and excited, me.
He backed away from me and looked at what I was wearing. I smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I missed you, wanted to be comfortable, and I have no clothes here.”
Laughing at my statement, he stood me up, made me stand in front of him, and spun me around slowly. “Well, if I do say so myself, my sweats have never looked so good.” I giggled as he pulled me in for another kiss. Finally, he leaned back and said, “You must be hungry. You slept the day away, and Jules said you hardly ate breakfast after I left.” I nodded with a silly smile on my face.
He grabbed my hand and led me through the main bedroom, out onto the balcony. He had a dinner set up on the table overlooking the pond on the side of the house. “Oh my, this smells delicious. I guess I’m hungrier than I thought.” The candles flickered in the breeze and the sounds of the crickets started up as the sun sank slowly behind the horizon. “Why the change?” I asked.
Looking perplexed, Caston asked, “What do you mean?”
“This morning you were one hundred percent insistent that we wait until I’ve met and settled things with Mark and now…”
He sighed. Oh no. I wasn’t going to like what he said, was I? “Well, I paid Mark a visit this morning after I left you. I hope you will not be mad at me for talking to him. I wanted to make sure I did not hurt him yesterday, and I wanted to see what his intentions were with you.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to stop me. “I understand that I am not your keeper, and I hope you do not think I was intruding, but the feelings I have for you are so…”
My face softened. Interrupting him, I said, “I’m not mad. I’m relived, actually. To be honest, I was afraid to confront him.”
“I would never let you do anything that would put you in danger. I would be with you the whole way.” He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, stroking the back with his thumb.
“There’s only one problem,” I said, trying to hold back my smile.
“Oh, yeah? What would that be?”
“I have no clothes. We’re supposed to get them from the house today.”
Winking at me, he raised my hand up to his lips, and then peering up at me with his smoldering eyes he said, “Although, I do like to see you parading around in my clothing, Terrance and my other guys packed up all your belongings and brought them over this afternoon.”
Giggling, I lunged out of my chair, catching him off guard. Straddling him, I grabbed his face and planted a huge, wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. When I pulled back, he laughed the most delicious laugh I’ve ever heard. “You, sir, are my knight in shining armor. You’ve saved me.”
Picking me up, he carried me back into the room and laid me on the bed. His face grew serious. “I’m not as knightly as you might think, but I take care of those who mean something to me.” Leaning over, he devoured my lips. His hands slowly made their way down my sides to the bottom of my shirt. He slid his hands under it, and his palms touched my bare belly. It felt like lightning bolts went straight to my core. He moved his kisses over to my ear and nibbled my earlobe, stroking with his tongue. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. One hand slowly moved up to cup my breast, and the other slid under the band of the sweatpants. I felt a smile on my neck, as he realized I wasn’t wearing anything under them.
“No panties, Sabrina. I approve.” I moaned and arched my back to try to move his hand lower. His hand moved opposite of the way that I wanted it to, and I groaned. “All in good time. Enjoy the sensation.”
He removed his hand from my pants and pulled the shirt over my head. Looking down at me there was a hunger in his eyes that made my juices flow. “Perfection only a dancer could have,” he said, as he caressed my chest and took my nipples between his fingers. I moaned and let out a gasp when he squeezed them. Lowering his head, he took one in his mouth and nibbled. I’d never had anyone dote on me with such passion. These were all new feelings and sensations. I never wanted them to stop. His lips brushed light kisses down my body, stopping at my belly button, kissing from one side to the other. His hands kept my nipples in hard peaks, as he slowly furthered his descent. He stopped right above the waist of the pants. I ran my hands through his hair, wanting to grab on to anything. How could he make me reach my breaking point from just kissing me?
Looking up at me he says, “May I continue?”
As if he even had to ask. “Oh, God, yes,” I panted. I smiled at the thought. Being asked was not only incredibly sexy, it was a nice change of pace.
He drew my pants down, as he slowly kissed his way down my legs. Moving back up to my hips he stopped when he came to the one thing I regretted in my rebellion stage. A small Tinkerbelle tattoo right below my left hip bone. Rubbing his finger over it, tickling, and he said, “Tinkerbelle?”
I blushed. Only one other person knew about this tattoo. I shrugged, “I was young and dumb. What can I say?”
He kissed it ever so lightly, making me shiver. “I love the way you smell. You’re intoxicating.” I shifted my hips under him, trying to make his mouth move closer to where I needed it. I wanted to feel his lips on me in my most private area.
“Bare, just the way I like it.” With that he dove in, and I immediately felt myself build to climax. Everything he did was perfection. He licked and sucked my lips, nibbled my bud, then with a quick swirl of his tongue I went over the edge. He didn’t let up, making me rise, again. Moving his fingers inside me, stretching me, I felt them curl up to touch my g-spot. I let out a yell I’d never heard myself make before. I came so hard I was twitching. I never wanted it to stop.
He slowly stroked me down from my high. Standing, he quickly discarded his pants and his glorious cock sprung free making me catch my breath. He was massive. I have never seen a cock that perfect before. He tore open a condom and slid it down his hard shaft before he leaned over to start moving up my body. I felt his tip wanting access.
Caston looked down at me with a fire in his eyes that made my breath catch. “Please, Caston…I need to feel you.” I pleaded.
Hesitating briefly, he looked down at me, the hunger in his eyes made me gasp. Our eyes locked and with one quick movement he was inside me to the hilt. He stretched me more than I’ve ever been stretched before. I arched my back and grabbed on to his shoulders. The muscles twitched under my hands, and I dug my nails into his skin. He growled, as he started to move. The noises only made me reach my next climax that much faster. The feeling was so much deeper than I’d ever experienced. I could feel my muscles clench around him. Responding to me, he quickened his pace and moved my body so he was kneeling in front of me with my legs draped over his shoulders. His hands reached down and played with my bud until I was screaming out in ecstasy.
“Come for me, Sabrina,” Caston growled. His words spun around in my head. The buildup was so intense. Within seconds of his request, I was screaming his name, and I felt him stiffen and clinch my legs.
We were both out of breath, as he withdrew from my body. He drew me close, so we were cuddling. He was stroking my arm whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I was just about to fall asleep when something hit me. “Caston, can I ask you something?”
“Anything, Sabrina.”
“How did you know I was a dancer?”
I felt Caston’s breath catch and his body stiffen around me after I asked that question. Why would that have affected him so much? He cleared his throat and said, “I helped clean out the closet in Mark’s room. I was the one to come across your dance bag.”
