Chapter 16 Meeting The Fiancé

Meeting her mom, I know I said I would, but I did not think she would actually do it so fast. The saying goes, "What are your intentions with my daughter?" Well, really, I want to pin your daughter to a wall and fuck her so hard that she cannot spell my name anymore. Now I can't particularly say that to her mother, and I cannot say no to her either. So guess I am going to meet the family tonight, as far as I know only her mother, but I am sure the fiance will be there too. "Of course, princess, I can pick you up at six." "Dinner is only at eight; no need to come so early." "What if I wanted to fool around for a bit." "Always thinking ahead, Mr. Caine. Who says I want to fool around?" "Oh, you only but loved what I did to you last night. I know you are dying for more." "You have not seen what I can do to you yet." "Don't make promises you can't keep, princess." "Oh, it is not a promise; it is a fact." "Well, I am going to hold you to it then. I will see you later." "See you later, Mr. Caine." As I put my phone back into my pocket, I see my dad is watching me intently. For if I did not know how much he was against my relationship with Cassandra, then I would swear he is smiling at me. I know exactly what he is thinking; this playboy is being tamed. Yes, I am indeed being tamed. All the desire to be good, at being bad, washed away in that shower when I kissed her for the first time. When I think of her, I get this warm fuzzy feeling that builds up in my stomach and threatens to consume all of who I am. "Oh my god." Everybody looks to me as I utter myself into shock. I have just come to the realization of what has just happened to me, and that is going to happen over and over again. "Christian, what is wrong now?" my father asks as he looks very annoyed at me. "I just remembered something father, nothing is wrong." "Is it something I can help with?" "No, I think this is more like a mom thing." "Well, can you leave it for later? I want to get this shit done and get back home for dinner?" "Talking about dinner, I am going to dinner with Cassandra's mom." "Really? Well, this is interesting. Is this exotic dancer actually taming Christian Caine? I think I might have underestimated this woman." "Don't get overly excited, father; it is just dinner. And in any case, her mom is not half as scary as you, well that is what I think." "What is it that her mother does?" "If you want to know if she is an exotic dancer, then no, she is not. She has got some big shot guy that looks after her; as far as I understand, she is getting married soon." I can see the confusion on my father's face. I just know the question he is going to throw at me next. "So why does she strip...I mean dance then?" "Because she prefers looking after herself, she does not want to depend on a man to look after her." "I guess in a way I admire it; It would be great if she did something else." "What? Like a waitress? Somehow I don't think you will approve of that." "Christian, I am just worried that the woman will use you." "Father, if anyone is going to do the using, then it will be me." "Just don't make a mess of things." ...Cassandra POV... I can't believe I am taking Christian to meet my mother; I just know she will sit and drool over him. At least her fiance is there, so she cannot sit and flirt with him. If Christian thinks his father was bad, well, I have a surprise for him. My mom is any man's nightmare; she shall squash you with her stilettos before you know she is coming. But before we get there, I need to figure out what I am wearing; then I need to wax and shave, tint my eyebrows and paint my nails. But first, I am running a foam bath with a soft blend of rose and cinnamon oil tossed into it. Yes, I don't do the girly stuff, but I want to see if Christian would like it. Going to meet my mom is a big deal; I need to know if he is only playing me. As six draws nearer and nearer, I get more and more nervous. Christian is almost probably on his way. The girls are at work, so I shall be all alone with him again. I thought last night he would have gone all the way; I guess he is not done playing the game. At exact six, I hear him buzzing at the door. As I slowly pull the door open, I am blown away at how damn hot he looks. He has on a pair of black stonewashed denim with a black button-up shirt that barely covers his chest. You can almost see every inch of his bulging muscles, trying to break through it. "Are you eating me alive again?" "What? No! I was just thinking." "Thinking how good I look." "Don't go blowing your own horn, Mr. Caine." "I don't have to because I know you are going to do it later." "You would be so lucky." "Is that a yes then?" "Don't put words in my mouth." "I can put something else then." "It is not happening, Mr. Caine." "Oh, I guess you don't want to kiss me then?" "You are impossible." ...Christian POV... Seeing my princess as she opened the door, had my heart to near close stopping. She looks damn hot in that long black dress; it sits tight around her body and accentuates all her curves. Her beautiful locks of brown hair fall straight down over her strapless shoulders. And let's not forget how heavenly she smells, but this is not her usual scent. "Princess, you smell amazing. Do you have a new perfume on?" "A girl does not tell her secrets, Mr. Caine." "Well, can I tell you a secret?" Before she can even answer, I have my arms around her tiny waist. As I lift her feet off the floor, her stilettos fall from it. I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the room. "Christian, what are you doing?" "What does it look like princess?" "Christian, put me down." "Not until I get what I want." "What do you want?" "You will just have to wait and see." When we are in her bedroom, I slowly lower her feet to the floor again. I can hear her breathing short rapid breaths. "Do you trust me, princess?" "Yes, I do, Christian." I slowly push her down to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hands are slightly trembling. I marvel at the clear, brown depths of emotion in her eyes. She has no way of knowing what to expect or what I shall do next. "Close your eyes." "But..." "Princess, please close your eyes." She smiles at me and obeys my single request. I push her body down into the softness of the satin sheets. "Christian. "My names roll off the tip of her tongue. The mere way it escapes her lips sends a shiver down my spine. Never did I think that my name would sound this good the way it is coming from her. "Damn Cassandra I..." But I do not finish my words and slowly make my way up her body to her sweet lips. As I settle my mouth on them, I am rob of every thought; all I do now think of is her. But this kiss is different from all the ones we have shared before, as though we are both discovering something altogether new. It is a concert of stroking tongue and soft lips. Itis passionate, but there is more than just that; it is sensual. I edge her further up the bed, inch by every inch, I pull her tight dress over up her thighs until she is nothing but bare to me. But how pleasantly surprised I am to see that she has no panties on. "Were you expecting me, princess?" "Mr. Caine, how is a girl to hide a pantie line in this dress." "Well, I do insist that you wear a shorter dress now, preferably even tighter." "Then I would suggest you lose that underwear too. Just in case I need to...feel... how you are doing." "You can feel now because I am doing pretty fine. You can even take it out if you want to." "Are you trying to get me to touch you?" "Princess, I don't need to try because I know that you want to." She goes to work at my buckle to loosen my belt. With only but a flick of her thumb, she has my pants open. Then ever so slowly, she crawls her hand underneath my underwear. I am hard, and I am throbbing, and her touch is making me ache even more than I think I have ever been before. Her fingers are so glorious as she takes them from the base of my length and starts trailing them up to the tip of my head. I am wet and now completely squirming from her touch. "Mr. Caine, I believe you have a whole damn more than a handful here." "You think it can fit up that tiny pussy of yours?" I think it might be a bit more than I can handle." "We can always try? I can be really quick." "Somehow, I don't think you are a five-minute man." "Well, if we stopped talking, we would have more time." "I hate to burst your bubble, but we are already going to be late." "Damn, is that the time?" "Told you that you are not a five-minute man; it took you a bit over a half an hour to figure I don't have panties on." "Guess I am just going to slip it in and take it out." "You would not dare do that to me." Even before the last syllable leaves her lips, I have my pants down to my knees. She gasps and looks at me with those big brown eyes with clear shock consumed in them." "What are you doing?" "Ssshhh, princess." "I place my pulsating erection between her shaky legs." I part her folds and circle her entrance with my throbbing head. Then I slowly slip my way in and drive deep into the wetness. She arches her back as her body absorbs me inch by inch. I keep moving deeper and deeper, further and further into her. She clenches the sheets and raises her hips to further take more of my length in. I gently withdraw myself, then enter her again; I push a little deeper in than before. I pump one, two, three more times; then I completely slip out of her. "We are going to be late, princess." "Christian! No way! You are not doing that!" "Hahaha. I just did. Now get that sweet ass ready so that we can go. Don't want your mother hating me before I have even met her." ...Cassandra POV... Oh, I am so getting him back for this; I don't know how this does not frustrate him. But let us just get back that he is more than capable of consuming me. Why is he taking it so slow though, he is not living up to his reputation as the playboy? I am still not convinced of what Christian Caine wants from me, but this is why we are going to my mom for dinner. She will have him figured out in no time. "So, is your mom's fiance going to be there?" "Yes, he will. Did you think you were going to have us to yourself?" "I was kind of hoping so. Let's just hope I do not have to impress him." "He is quite a nice guy. A bit mean looking, but he looks well after my mom." Christian is clearly nervous; I think this might be the very first time he has done something like this. After asking me nearly twenty questions, we soon arrive at my mom's place. "Princess, if I get too nervous, then I am taking you to the bathroom to have sex with you." "Hahaha. Does it relax you?" "The way I feel now, we are going to be in there the whole night." "Come, my mom does not normally bite." As we get out of the car, my mom comes out to greet us. "Hey, sweetie." "Hey, mom. Mom, do you remember Christian?" "Who can forget a man like this? It is nice to meet you, Christian." "Hi, Mrs. Cummings, I have been looking forward to meeting you." "Please call me Giselle. That other half of me is on his way." Just as we get ready to go inside, a black SUV pulls into the driveway. As the driver gets out of the car, I can see it is my mom's fiance. But as I look over to Christian, there is a rage of anger that starts to fall on his face." My mom goes to introduce Christian to him. "This is..." "Antoni," Christian says with the rage clearly now consuming his face. "Christian," Antoni says with a stupid smirk on his face. I look at them, both very much confused. "Do you know each other?"