Chapter 9 Meet The Parents

This man is going to be the death of me. I knew that Christian Caine was bad, but this man is just sinful. He takes me to a high; then, he just lets me hang there. Well, watch out, Mr. Caine, I can play that game too. We have just pulled off in his ridiculously overpriced Bugatti from the driveway of my meager downtown apartment. I am so out of my league here. Why is a man like Christian taking such an ordinary girl like me to meet his parents? "So, what is the deal here, Christian? Why am I meeting your father?" "You will soon find out. My dear father has a standard he has set for me and he wants to see if you measure up to it." "Well, the last time I checked, I am a stripper." "Exotic dancer, don't think of yourself like that. There is nothing wrong with what you do. I know many women who are not even brave enough to take their clothes off for their own boyfriends." "But what do I tell your father?" "Do you wish to pretend you are something that you are not?" "No, Christian, but I somehow don't think your father is going to approve." "Well, it is high time I start standing up to him then." "Don't be foolish, rather turn around and take me home. I am really not worth all the trouble." Much to my surprise, he pulls off onto the side of the road. Once he has stopped, he turns to look at me. He takes my face between his hands and stares beyond my brown eyes into another part of me. His warmth draws over my skin; all I want to do right now is kiss those lips that make no sense at all. "I will be the judge of that. Be yourself, just focus on me, if you find it gets too much, just ignore him and focus on me; you will soon hear that my father's babble is no worth much than that, just babble. "But…Christian." He brings his lips but a mere wink away from mine, and we sit like that frozen in time. My mind goes blank, and I completely forget about the dreaded dinner with his family. All I am focussed on is me wanting him to kiss me. To taste and savor his sweet lips. He softly bites into his lip as he sees me staring at them. But then he slowly moves away. "Christian?" "Did that help? Did you forget about my father?" "Yes, but I can't particularly do that in front of your father." "Then find another way. But we are running late; my father will have my head. So strap in, my dear; things are about to heat up in here." I watch at him, slightly confused as he brings the car to a roaring start. I feel the vibration of the engine build under my chair. He slams the pedal to the floor and pushes the metallic beast from zero to sixty in less than two seconds. My chest is jolted back into the seat. I feel as the warmth of adrenalin shoots straight to my core. It instantly ignites a hint of arousal. "Damn, I think I am wet." "Hahaha. Guess you are going to have to take them off then." "Don't go get any ideas now." …Christian POV… I do understand her fear of meeting my father. Even the airhead bimbos and models I bring here, they too are scared of him. My father did not get where he is today by playing nice with others. To think I shall move in his footsteps one day, that is the main reason why he wants to see me with the perfect woman. But, that woman for me is Cassandra; I have my doubts that he will see it that way. He should prepare himself, though, for tonight I will stand up for her. By the time we get to my front door, I can see her visibly shaking. We have about ten minutes before it hits eight. I go around to help her from her seat. As she lifts her legs up high to step out of the car, I catch a glimpse of what seems to be her panties. The idea of being so close there earlier today gets my heart racing. But as she comes to stand next to me, she leans closer and whispers. "In case you were wondering, I don't have any on." It only takes me a few seconds before it sinks in. "You got to be shitting me, Cassandra?" "No, Christian. How do you think I have no panty lines when I am wearing something so tight as this?" "You will be the death of me. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself? Come, you are coming with me to my room. Now!" "Hahaha. It is almost eight." "Trust me; I will be fast." "Somehow, I don't believe you." "Just come; I will be quick." She only hesitates for a moment and allows me to lead her to my room. Once we are inside, I slam the door firmly shut and turn to her. She is breathing heavily as she smiles, knowing exactly what I want to do…or that is what she thinks. "Do you think you can be quiet?" "I am afraid I am a screamer." I give her a wicked smile as I pick her up and drop her body into the silk sheets on my bed. Her body bounces, and she laughs. "What are you doing, Christian." "You will see." I lift her legs up and force my body between them. She softly moans my name as I grind my pelvis into her. I slide my hands under her dress and drag my fingers endlessly slow towards her wetness. My hand trembles as I hesitate; I so desire to touch her. Every part screams yes, for she has not yet said no. Then…I pull her dress all the way up and start gliding my hand over her stomach, down, down, down until my hand catches the fabric of her panties. "I thought you did not have any on?" "I wanted to see what you will do?" "Well, I am still going to show you." My fingers slide over the fabric, pressing hard into the soft skin. I rub the tip of my fingers hard against her clit and even harder over her wet entrance. I drag my hand down and then up agonizingly slow. Then do it twice again. Every time I hold it longer and sink in deeper than before. I hear her moan deep from her throat, which does not help for my own erection. "Don't you wish now that you did not have panties on?" "Ugh, you are impossible." "Come now, we are really late, and I have a damn hardon." …Cassandra POV… I am so not looking forward to this. His father is going to hate me. He has not spoken much of his mother, but from what I heard, she is beautiful. Hopefully, She is not as scary as his father. We meet up with his parents in the lounge just a few minutes past eight. Without even so much as flinch, his father shows his disapproval. "You are late." "I had to take a detour, father, but we are here." I squeeze his fingers a tad bit hard before he manages to speak again. "Mom, Dad, this is Cassandra. Cassandra, this is my father, Foster, and my mom Emily." "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Caine." I managed to form a few perfect words while the rest of my body falls to shreds. "Hey, Cassandra. I am glad to meet you. Christian had some nice..." Christian's mother stops and smiles, that very same wicked one as he holds. "Well, Christian told me how nice you are." "I must say that picture does not do you justice; you are far prettier than you looked." His father shamelessly says. "Father, that is a bit…" Christian tries to speak up, but his father only but shuts him off. "Christian, it was not the most flattering position. I just hope at least you left the woman's panties on." "Foster, that is a bit inappropriate." His mom slaps his father against the shoulder. "Why don't we head into the dining room. I think dinner is ready." If I thought this was going to be a disaster, well, it is more going to be like hell. I am just going to focus on Christian, and this evening will go away. "Cassandra, you are going to be okay. He is not as scary as he looks." "Yes, because he is fucking scary." "Hahaha. Come sit close to me. If you have to, then dig those nails into my leg." "Oh, I am so getting you back for this, Christian." …Christian POV… My father approves that she is far more beautiful than that picture perceives. But this night is sill but you. What else is young is that part of her glorious body that I just held in my hand. My god, she is so soft even through all that fabric. And wet, she was indeed and tight, not even to mention how I would rather be lost in her than sitting here. "Christian, are you listening to me?" I hear my father's echo in from the side. "Sorry, what were you saying, father?" "I asked you if you wanted some wine?" "Sure, father." I turn to Cassandra that has her best fake smile on her face. If ever someone knows how to deceive, then it would be her, especially when it comes to a man. I slip my hand under the table and grab hold of her leg. Her brown eyes grow wide for a moment, but then she relaxed back into her true smile. But…I do not feel I would like to keep it there. I start trailing my hand up her soft silky legs. As I get to the seams of her dress, I swear I hear her stop and breath for a moment. I find the elastic of her panties and slowly push my finger in between the fabric and her skin. Her voice hitches a pitch, and she mumbles something. But I ignore her and follow the path of the tiny strip of hair that leads me to the edge close to her clit. When I see that she does not move, I drop down and find the center of her sensitive spot. I press and circle. I feel her start squirming on the chair. "Christian, are you actually listening to me tonight?" My father once again tries to get my attention. "Sorry, father, my head is not here tonight." …Cassandra POV… Damn you, Christian Caine. You think you have me like jelly in your hands. You said, focus on you tonight. Boy, you are going to regret it. "Christian, won't you be so kind and pour me some more wine?" "Sure, Cassandra." He removes his finger, which finally makes me stop squirming. With a mischievous smile, he goes to pour my wine. But what he does not notice is the mischief in my face as I gently place my hand on his knee. My hands run up his leg; all he does is smile. I carry on running it up to his inner thigh. He uncomfortably starts moving in his chair, and he looks at me. "I am focussing on you." "Be careful what you focus on." I only ignore him and move up even further. I run through the seams of his leg, grazing over his growing hardon that is bulging in his pants. I reach the button and start to unzip him. I watch him as he nearly chokes on his wine. "Uhm…What are you doing?" "I am focussing on you." He moves even more uncomfortably around, but he cannot stop me as he is now pouring his mother wine. I fully unzip him and slide my hand over his bulge until I have his full erection in my hand. I start to sensually rub down his hard length. "Oh, god!" "What is wrong now with you, Christian?" I nearly burst out laughing ad his father speaks to him again. "Uhm…I just remember there was something I forgot to do, father." He swallows hard, and I watch his face turn red. His voice is trembling as he answers his father. I continue to pull his underwear but by bit away and cover my hand over his hot naked flesh. I start to move in even strokes, feeling him grow even harder under my hand. I go to rub my finger around his dripping head. "Holy shit!" "What now, Christian?" His father is now becoming slightly irritated with his constant outbursts. "Why are you acting so strangely?" "Father...Uhm…I…I think I must take Cassandra home. She has work tomorrow." "We were just about to get to that. What is it that you do, Cassandra?" "I…I am an exotic dancer Mr. Caine." "I met Cassandra at the club, father."