Authors: F. L. Jacob
I got up and walked over to her. I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Brushing her hair behind her ear, I noticed she didn’t put any earrings on, as usual.
“You know,” I said, leaning down to kiss her earlobe, “I think there is something missing.”
She backed out of my embrace, looking around at the bags. “Really, what?”
I pulled the box out of my pocket and opened it. “These.”
She turned around and gasped. “Oh my God! Caston! These are gorgeous.”
Her hands lightly brushed the aqua blue box. Any girl would recognize it. Tiffany & Co®. She was a girl with simple taste, so I got her simple cushion cut diamond solitaire earrings. “Do you like them?” My voice trembled. What the hell?
“Like them,” she looked up at me, “I love them! Oh my God. I can’t accept these, Caston.”
I had to laugh at her response. I removed them from the box and put them in her ears.
She pushed her hair back, so she could see them. They sparkled like her eyes. I looked over her shoulder at our reflections in the mirror.
“Not as beautiful as you, but they’ll do.”
She turned and planted a kiss on my lips. I started to deepen it, but there was pounding on the door and Jon barged in.
“What the fuck dude! Not again. I mean, if you guys are fucking at least let Sara and me join.”
Sabrina hid her face in my chest.
“We’re coming.”
“Hi, Sabrina,” Jon said, laughing.
Not showing her face, she picked up her hand and waved mumbling, “Hey, Jon.”
“Hey, fucker, grab some bags. It’ll get us down there faster.”
When Jon left, I grabbed her hands and kissed them. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she said, taking a deep breath, “Do you remember what you promised me?”
I nodded. “When we get on the plane, and are able to get alone time, my story is yours to hear.”
A tentative smile inched across her face. “You know, I never... Never mind.”
We walked down the stairs. “What? You can tell me anything.”
She blushed. “I’ve never joined the mile high club.”
“Well, my dear, we’ll have to rectify that won’t we?” My cock stirred, thinking about it.
Jon, Sara, Sabrina, and I all sat in the seats on my private jet. Sabrina grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Looking over to her she looked a little green. “Are you okay?” I asked concerned.
“Yup,” she swallowed roughly, “I’ll be fine as soon as we are leveled off. I hate takeoff and landing.”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
I couldn’t help staring at her. She had her head leaned back on the seat. Her eyes were closed and she was taking deep breaths. It was so cute how nervous she was. Finally, the announcement came that we were at flying altitude and we could move about the cabin. I unbuckled and crouched over her, kissing her eyelids. “Can I get you anything?”
She opened her eyes, holding me with her hazel gems. She shook her head no.
Jon got up and pulled Sara up against him. Her eyes were hooded and he leaned, kissing her deep. “I’m going to claim the bed, unless you want it first. It’s going to be a long flight...”
“Or you could join us?” Sara said, looking right at Sabrina.
I had to cover my mouth at Sabrina’s expression. “Maybe later, I need to talk to Sabrina,” I said, seeing her relax in front of me.
“Suit yourself,” Jon said, ushering Sara off to the back with a smack on her ass.
Turning back to Sabrina I said, “You’d never know those two have kids the way they act. I hope I can act like that when we have kids.”
Sabrina’s eyes went wide in shock before I realized what came out of my mouth. Shit, I just fucked up.
Too soon, Caston
.
Changing the subject quickly, I asked her if she was hungry, as I walked to get myself a snack.
I sat on the large couch on the other side of the plane. She was still buckled in the bucket seat. “Sabrina, you can unbuckle and come sit here. It’s way more comfortable than that seat.”
She nodded tentatively, unbuckling and standing up. She started walking just as we hit a pocket of turbulence. She froze, and I noticed her lips start to tremble. I rushed to her side. “Honey, it’s okay. Just a little bump.” I brought her over to the couch and held her on my lap.
Needing to take her mind off the fact that we were miles up in the air I began my story again.
“So where did I leave off with Beverly?”
I felt her relax in my lap. She closed her eyes and leaned over to rest her head in my lap. “You just told me your mom had died.”
“Oh, yes. Okay, so, you know my parents have an open marriage, and Beverly is technically my aunt.”
“Yes, that confused me.” She sat up with her eyes glaring into mine.
“Beverly and my dad were always married. So when Beverly found out Rose was pregnant with her husband’s child she freaked out. Beverly never told my dad about me. She shunned my mom, cut her off from everything, kept her from contacting my dad. How she got my mom’s trust fund revoked I’ll never know. I’m sure it was something to do with sex,” I gritted my teeth. “Hence, how I grew up, poor. When my mom couldn’t take care of me anymore, she somehow got a call to my dad, shocking the hell out of him with the news, begging him to take me. Beverly never wanted me. She would have preferred me put up for adoption. I’m thankful my dad stood up to Beverly and said no. Dad wanted to leave Beverly when he found out everything she did, but Beverly threatened him with blackmail if he left her. She has a way to brainwash people into thinking she’s innocent all the time, which isn’t the case. It sickens me, and being with you makes me realize that I was under her thumb for too long. She will not win this time.”
“I still don’t understand why your dad didn’t leave Beverly. What was so bad that he couldn’t recover from it?”
I take a deep breath and begin the story of my creation, “I asked him that once. We were in a huge fight. Something broke loose and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d been holding a grudge for so long that I snapped asked him, ‘What the hell could be so bad that he would abandon my mom?’ He broke down sobbing. He told me how much he loved my mom, and that Rose was his soul mate, but he loved his son, too. He had an affair with her before the open marriage he and Beverly are in now. He was going to leave Beverly, but when Beverly found out she planted drugs, made it look like he used prostitutes, some under age, and God only knows what else to blackmail him. She would have made sure his life was in ruins, and he would have lost Jon.
“He said when he walked in that night Rose was sitting there with Beverly. Rose’s face was streaked with tears. She held photos and papers of all the blackmail items that Beverly had fabricated against my Dad. The TV was on and my dad said he was flabbergasted to see a video of Beverly and him having sex the night before. Beverly convinced Rose that my dad was just using her. My dad said he turned to Rose to explain, but she was just sobbing and shaking her head. She got up and bolted out of the house. After that night he never heard from Rose again, and then she disappeared. He had no idea I existed. He told me he was devastated and didn’t understand why she wouldn’t even give her a chance to explain. That is why he was so cold to her when he picked me up that day. Dad decided that if Rose had really loved him, she would have known he hadn’t done those things and if she had really wanted him she would have found a way to get back to him. He did hate her for keeping me from him. It wasn’t until later that he was able to think about the situation and see what Rose had been facing. He regrets how he treated her. What he did was stupid, and I hated him for that for so long, but we’ve worked past it, and I do forgive him to a point now.”
“So is this why you changed your name to Black?”
“Yes, pretty much, but also because it is Rose’s last name. So, it really irks Beverly. In spite of everything my mom still loved my dad. She gave me his last name to give me a part of him. Later on she figured out what Beverly had done. At that point she was desperate she chanced getting in touch with my dad. The only way Beverly agreed to let my dad keep me was my mom could have no contact with me. When I decided to change my name I chose Black as my last name, not only to reflect my birth mother, but because there is a black hole in my soul, a dark void, that I can’t fill because of Beverly.” He paused, taking a deep breath, as if to gather his courage, before he continued, “There is more, though, can you handle more?”
She looked shell shocked. “Are you with me, Bre?”
Blinking, she brought herself back to me. She laid back down in my lap. I kept on with my story, as I stroked her hair.
“When Beverly found out I was attending her sex parties, she approached me. She asked me how long I had been spying on things. When I told her she flipped out on me. My dad usually wasn’t home during the week because of his job, so I had to deal with her alone. That’s about the time she noticed I was becoming a man and wanted to take advantage of it. Her slimy friends would come over and they would seduce me.” I felt her gasp, but I kept going. I needed her to know.
“By this time I was sixteen-seventeen Jon was away at college. I thought the older women made me look cool. At parties I had women all over me; men wanted me too, couples asking for me to join them. Well, any horny teen would jump at that. Beverly had me scheduled out. She always seemed to either be in the room, or part of the orgy that I was taking part in. I never thought anything of it…until one day I caught her after the fact counting out the money. I was disgusted with her for what she did to me. I confronted her. She told me she had videos of all of my encounters and records of how much money I was making. She blackmailed me into continuing, by threatening to destroy my life. I knew that would devastate my dad and Jon. I’m not proud of what I did, and I would take everything back if I could, but she left me alone any other time, which was fine with me, because I hated her for what she did to my mother. Once I was old enough to realize Beverly wouldn’t do anything that would upset her own way of life, I stopped. I told her never again.”
“Oh, Caston, I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be sorry for me. I made it through.” Brushing my thumb along her cheek I continued, “So it got worse when I was in college. I was going to school for business, and I met Sara,” I felt her tense. “We hit it off. I brought her to a few of the parties, because Sara was very sexually open. The first time Beverly saw her, she left us alone. As things grew serious between us Beverly started to break in on our time. She would show up at my dorm, she would monopolize my time, she told me Sara couldn’t come to the parties anymore. When she did that I told her if Sara couldn’t come I wouldn’t either. That is when she went crazy. Threatening Sara’s life, saying she was going to expose me to my dad, and she pushed herself on me.”
Sabrina sat up and held her stomach. I was repulsive. I knew it. Damn me, for having her trapped in this plane when I told her.
“Beverly caught me off guard one afternoon and started kissing me. My fucking body took over. I’d been pimped out so much, so to speak, that it was second nature for me. I never wanted to go there with her. Well, Sara walked in on us right before I went all the way with Beverly. Beverly’s face was the devil. I scrambled to get off of her as Sara stood there in shock at what she was seeing. Beverly yelled out as if she was orgasming, and Sara ran out of my room. Before I could go after her, Beverly told me if I wanted her to live I’d let her go. Well, I cared very much for her. I sat on the floor of my room torn to pieces. I threw myself into school after that, eventually dropping out and starting a small company. Beverly stayed her distance from me when I would go to see my dad and Jon. However, every time a girl came into the picture she would flip her lid again. I decided it was better for all of us if I stayed single. I became my work. I became
the
Caston Black of Black Hollywood. She would let me be with other women, I just couldn’t get serious.”
I could see the tears in Sabrina’s eyes. I needed her to know Beverly couldn’t get to me, anymore. Facing her, I held her face in my hands. “No more, Sabrina, she can’t get me to back away, anymore. I love you, Sabrina. You’re my everything. You are the filler that I’ve been searching for. Beverly won’t take you from me. Do you understand me?”
A tear fell down her cheek and I kissed it away. I touched the diamond earrings in her ears. She leaned into my hand. Her eyes softened. “I’m sorry, Caston.”
“Don’t be sorry for me. Yes, I didn’t have the best life growing up, but it made me stronger, who I am today. I also met you, because the circumstances led me to you.” I pressed my lips to hers. They were warm and soft, accepting of me. She parted her lips slightly. I took the invitation and dipped my tongue into her mouth. Slowly kissing her.
She slowly backed away, catching her breath. “What about Sara?” she asked, as she nodded her head toward the back of the plane.
“She’s tough,” I smiled. “After I explained what was really happening when she walked in, she wouldn’t take Beverly’s shit. She kept coming to the parties. We were together every so often, but once I introduced her to Jon, that part of our relationship ended. They hit it off. One thing led to another and they got married. Sara and Jon aren’t just my family, they’re my best friends and biggest supporters. Seven years later they have two kids. I still can’t believe I’m an uncle.”
“How did Jon never know what was going on?” She asking, looking very perplexed.
“He wasn’t home. He was in college and then went right for his master’s degree. The weekend he was home happened to be the one when Beverly tried to force herself on me and Sara left. I was so distraught, he had to physically peel me off of the floor. I didn’t want to live for a while. I figured my life might as well be over. He transferred to my college and gave me the support I needed. He tried to confront Beverly about it, too, but she pulled some sort of blackmail on him as, well. To this day he still won’t tell me.”
I shifted slightly. My soul was now completely exposed.
“Caston,” she straddled my lap, “thank you for telling me. I know that was hard for you.” She kissed me, stroking the fires of my libido.