by King, Imani
“Yes, Blaize…. I do .”
“That sounds suspiciously like a wedding vow, Ms. Dixon ..……”
I started to unbutton his dress shirt, but my attempt was foiled. Blaize rose up over me on his knees, ripped the buttons apart, and threw the shirt across the room. Then he slid the skirt of my dress up to my waist and removed my thong panties with his teeth. He hovered over me, gazing down at my waiting sex like a man possessed. His pupils dilated and I could see his enormous cock straining against his pants .
Blaize pushed my dress higher up my aroused body, revealing my strapless lace bra. With of a flick of his thumb, he popped open the front clasp, releasing my breasts into his hands. He cupped them and studied them with a look of wonder on his face .
“Stunning. Positively fucking stunning .”
Then he feasted on them like it was his last meal .
The intense pleasure that rippled me as his mouth engulfed my nipples, then made its way down to my tummy and finally between my thighs and into my slit was like nothing I’d ever known in my life. My legs relaxed open and my back arched in response to his wide tongue entering me. I could tell the taste of my pussy drove him completely insane as he licked me to the point of sheer ecstasy. I gripped his strong muscular arms and dug my nails deeper into his biceps as he teased and tortured me with his masterful mouth and tongue .
“Oh my god, Blaize………don’t stop !”
My hips bucked wildly as I came hard, over and over again .
Blaize finally came up for air; his hair messed up like a little boy’s and my slickness smeared on his smiling lips .
“You taste every bit as sweet as your desserts .”
He unzipped his trousers and released the full impressive length of his hardened desire. A secret thrill went through me when I saw the size of his monster cock .
“Blaize, please be gentle with that thing. It’s been awhile ……..”
“Chelsea, you are so deliciously wet, I promise you’ve got nothing to worry about .”
At that moment, we heard a loud thud come from the bow of the boat .
“What was that?” I asked my incredibly skilled lover .
“Just ignore it. Probably just a near-sighted pelican landing on deck .”
The thud was followed by a crash and then the sound of human footsteps .
“That idiot Rolande. He’s probably drunk. I told him to stay elsewhere tonight. He shouldn’t even be here !”
“Excuse me? You told him to stay away ?”
We suddenly heard a strange voice outside yelling something unintelligible .
“That’s not Rolande’s voice, Blaize. Do you know who’s it is ?”
“No I don’t! Fuck! Now I’m going to have to find out what’s going on out there .”
Blaize stuffed himself back in his pants and I quickly sat up and redressed. He snatched his disheveled shirt from off the floor and threw it on as he headed topside up the steps .
I heard him yelling at whoever was out there. He sounded furious. My curiosity got the best of me, so I crept up and popped my head out on deck, just enough to see what was going on .
A man dressed in a cheap vampire costume was jumping around on the bow of the yacht, flapping his cape and shouting, “Doctor Crimson lives again! I’m here to suck your blood, Blaize Simon !”
A few of the neighboring boat owners came out to see what the commotion was all about .
Blaize angrily interrogated the intruder, to no avail: “Who are you? What do you want? How the fuck did you get in here, anyway? This is a private marina. Get the fuck off my boat NOW before I call the police !”
The guy just ignored him and pranced around mockingly.Then he climbed up on one of the large cargo boxes and urinated over the railing into the water .
“I think he’s on drugs Blaize. We should just call 911!” I yelled from the hatch .
Blaize turned to look at me and barked, “Chelsea, get back down inside !”
The vampire dove off of the box, displaying his plastic toy fangs, and landed on top of Blaize. The two of them crashed to the deck and a fight ensued. The deranged man lunged at Blaize in an attempt to bite his neck with the fake teeth. Blaize swung and connected with the guy’s jaw, sending him right over the side onto the concrete dock. One of the other boaters called for help and within minutes the police and EMT’s arrived at the scene .
The vampire was unresponsive as the pool of blood under his black nylon wig grew larger .
17
Blaize
T he vampire was hauled out of the marina on a stretcher and put in the back of an ambulance. He was going to be fine, but the cut on his head was absolutely going to need stitches. Satisfied, I took Chelsea by the hand and turned to head back to the dock. Unfortunately, a police officer stopped us both .
“You were involved in an assault. We need you down at the station tonight to make a formal statement, Mr. Simon .”
“The man attacked me. This was purely an act of self defense,” I responded indignantly. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have some pressing business with my fiancee …”
“I’m afraid that business will have to wait, Mr. Simon, unless you’d like me to take you down to the station .”
“Fine… I’ll go give my report. Give me a moment officer .”
I turned and took a few steps away, speaking quieter to keep the police officer just out of earshot. “Are you fine with staying on the boat without me Chelsea ?”
We looked at each other with expressions of resignation. I could almost hear my dick whimpering in my pants at how close it had come to entering the gates of sweet heaven .
“I guess I can spend the night on the boat by myself. I wouldn’t have to, you know, if you had come back inside and called the police in the first place .”
“He attacked me …”
“And now our evening is ruined all for the sake of your macho display .”
“It’s not in my nature to let somebody get away with something like that !”
“Well, you showed him all right. And everybody else who sees it in the news. You better be careful, Blaize. I thought part of your visa deal is to stay out of trouble while you’re over here. This is not the kind of press you need, even if it was all in self-defense .”
“It’s hard for me to be someone I’m not. I’ve never been a passive man .”
“Who says you have to be passive? You just have to be smart. Which you are. I think your money buys you a free pass most of the time, so you’re actions don’t usually have any real consequences. But this time, you really do have something at stake if you mess up .”
“But Chelsea…..look at it from my perspective …….”
“Admit it Blaize, I’m right and you know it. If you screw this up you screw it up for both of us! You can make all the excuses you want, but you need to make better choices !”
“Chelsea, I hope you save all that heated passion and naughty talk for when I return from the police station. Hopefully, I won’t be down there too long .”
18
Chelsea
B laize kissed me farewell like a sailor on leave, returning to sea. Moments later, I watched him drive off in the Jag; sadly, the very same car we had started our enchanted evening off in. Now, here I was heading back to the boat all by myself. I had a sinking feeling Blaize’s life was always like this: full of incidents and accidents, chaos and turmoil. He was an exciting man but there was a price to be paid for that type of excitement .
Slightly chilled from the night air, I went down below into the yacht’s salon and sat on the couch. The Courvoisier bottle was still setting on the coffee table and our glasses still had a few sips of cognac in them. I helped myself to a nightcap while I contemplated what I wanted to do. Images of Blaize and I, going at it right there where I was sitting, kept running through my mind. I decided I didn’t want to spend the night on the boat by myself after all .
After scrawling a quick note, apologizing for not being
able to lock everything up properly, I headed down the dock to the marina security gate. I forgot it required a swipe-card to get in and out, so I stood there looking dumb for a couple of minutes, wondering what to do. Thankfully, another boat owner entered through the gate so I could slip out while he was coming in .
My house in Venice wasn’t that far from the marina, distance-wise, but because of the late hour, I decided to hail a pedi-cab for the ride home. The pedi-cabs were touristy and usually not a good value but seemed like the best option at the moment. The one I flagged down had pink neon lights on the roof and disco music blasting from it. We negotiated a fare and my driver pedaled me home to the tune of “Funky Town .”
As expected, Tiffany was asleep. Her snoring was always crazy loud. I could hear the sound of her sawing those logs right through her bedroom door. A hot bath sounded relaxing so I stripped down while the tub filled with water. I added some lavender oil and inched my body into the soothing oasis. My entire date with Blaize played out in my head like a movie as I closed my eyes, leaned back and soaked in the fragrant water: The beautiful flowers he gave me, the romantic dinner and dancing, the scenic ride along the coast, the sofa sex romp, and the vampire assault. It was quite a wonderful date until that weirdo appeared. I chuckled to myself. It really was kind of amusing. Yep, the steaming bath was exactly what I needed to loosen up .
After about a half hour or so of pampering, my pruney toes told me it was time to get out. I gently dried off and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself before brushing my teeth, and moisturizing my skin. My favorite Japanese silk robe hung from the bathroom door hook. I flung it around myself as I tiptoed across my room and out into the hallway to make sure Tiff was still in her room. The sound of her deep slumber thundered through the house. I locked my bedroom door and slipped back out of my robe, onto my cool bed sheets .
That damn Blaize Simon. My head was filled with him: His kiss, his touch, his words, his intensity, his spontaneity, and his very large and very fine dick. He teased me and tortured me to no end and then left me high and dry. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe the intruder was fate stepping in to save me from myself and from all the grief Blaize was probably going to cause me if I didn’t put an immediate stop to this. What was I thinking? I must need my head examined for getting involved with him. Money or no money. Why did he have to be so damned irresistible? At that moment I wanted him so bad I could feel the moist desire well-up between my legs .
Sadly, I was going to have to resort to my trusty mechanical stand-in once again in order to get relief from my sexual longings. Tiffany had teasingly named my friend Buzzy because she could hear it “buzzing” through the bedroom walls .
I reclined back into my pillows and tucked two fingers inside my wetness to prime it up before pushing the magic vibrate button. My eyes naturally closed and my head fell back as I pictured Blaize on top of me about to slide his dick in. The dildo became his cock as I worked it in and out and then around on my erect clit. I teased and pulled my tits with my other hand, pretending Blaize’s lips were tugging on them. As I came, I moaned, “Fuck me Blaize…..” and imagined him fucking me to the limit and finally coming inside of me with full force .
With the release of all the sexual tension from my body, I rolled over and shoved my boy toy under the pillow. As I dozed off, I couldn’t help but ponder how even a dildo with 3 motors in it couldn’t make me cum as much as that French man’s tongue. Jesus! It was times like this that I really wished I had a mother to talk to. I guess my dad would just have to do. I made up my mind I’d definitely call him right after breakfast, but I’d have to refrain from talking about things like dicks and orgasms. In his mind, his little baby girl didn’t have sex. I fell asleep thinking about how much I loved him .
Midmorning, I awoke to the sound of Tiffany tapping on my bedroom door .
“You awake, Chels? Can I come in ?”
“Yeah……..um, hold on a minute.” I quickly crawled under the covers so Tiffany wouldn’t be subjected to my total nudity .
“OK………..you can come in now. I’m awake .”
“I just got a call from my mom. She’s not feeling well at all. She says she’s having weird pains in her chest. It sounds kind of serious, but she’s downplaying her symptoms like she always does. I’m concerned though, so I’m going to take the Amtrak down there to San Diego and make sure she’s okay. Do you want to go down there with me ?”
“Oh wow. I hope mama Minnie is okay. Thanks for asking, but I have some things I gotta do today. And I’m so tired from last night .”
“Yeah, I heard you! You and Buzz that is !”
“What? How could you? You were snoring when I went to bed .”
“Well, your raucous love-making woke me up! What’s up with that anyway? You can’t possibly prefer your stupid toy to that French love god ?!”
“It’s a long, weird story. I’ll tell you about it later. What time are you leaving ?”
“I’m gonna take the 11AM train, so I need to be leaving for the station soon .”
“I’ll see you tonight then. Give Minnie hugs and kisses for me. I’m gonna call my dad after I eat some breakfast. It’s been awhile since we touched base .”
“Papa Willie? Tell him I send hugs and kisses to him too. I miss that old man almost as much as I miss my mama. Okay then, I’ll see you tonight Chelsea. There’s coffee already made .”
Tiffany blew me a kiss as she closed the bedroom door behind her. I slipped into my robe and thought about what I wanted to eat. I was pretty sure we still had some almond croissants in the kitchen and maybe even some sliced honeydew melon in the fridge. Suddenly, I heard ringing coming from my purse which I had set on the dresser upon arriving home last night. I realized I forgot to take my phone out and charge it up. My mind had been elsewhere; on a certain Mr. Blaize Simon. As I dug around in my bag, I recognized the ringtone, “I Left My Heart in San Francisco ”, and instantly knew it was my dad .
“Hi daddy! You must have read my mind! I was just about to call you, but you beat me to it! How are you daddy ?”
“I’m fine baby girl! Do you have any special news you’d like to share with your old dad ?”
“News? Like what ?”
“Like news about you getting married to a famous French guy? I’m looking at a picture of you in the newspaper right now. I’m kinda hurt you didn’t tell me, baby girl .”
“Oh papa, it’s not what you think at all .”
“You’re not getting married like the paper says ?”
“ Well, yes but not exactly. Gosh, I wish you didn’t have to find out this way. I’m so sorry .”
“Me too! I never even met this fella. Hell, you never even mentioned any French guy to me .”
“Well, it’s all been kind of sudden. I haven’t known him for very long .”
“Then what’s the big rush to get married? You’re not in a family way now are you ?”
“Daddy please! Give me credit for being smarter than that. Besides, you remember the doctor told me a few years back, my chances of ever conceiving a child were slim to none .”
“Well, what is it then? What’s all the secrecy? When do I get to meet this man ?”
“It’s hard having to explain the whole thing over the phone .”
“Well, while you’re at it Chelsea, do you think you can also explain this other photo I’m looking at on the following page ?”
“There’s another photo? What is it papa ?”
“A picture of your future husband punching a guy dressed like Dracula in the face .”
19
Blaize
I t was incredibly disappointing to return to the boat and find Chelsea MIA. The crazy vampire incident was a total nightmare and my experience at the police station had been anything but enjoyable. The thought of finding that sleeping angel in my bed was the one positive thing I had to look forward to. Instead, all I ended up with was a shitty note. I drowned my sorrows in some more cognac and fell aslee
p fully clothed .
Chelsea didn’t acknowledge the text that I sent her in the morning, nor did she pick up when I tried calling her. That wasn’t like her at all, so I decided to take a stroll over to her little house in Venice. It was another beautiful sunny day in Southern California, the kind that had to be enjoyed outside. It was only necessary to ring the doorbell once before my pastry goddess came to the door with a half eaten croissant in hand, and powdered sugar dusted on her sweet face .
“Blaize, I’m surprised to see you! Come in .”
“Pleasantly surprised, I hope. Did you get my messages ?”
“I’m sorry. I haven’t had a chance to check them yet. I’ve been on the phone with my pop for the last hour. I’m just eating breakfast. Would you like anything? Coffee? Orange juice? Almond croissant ?”
“Yes to all 3, please. Sounds wonderful. How is your father? Everything okay, I hope ?”
I took a seat at the kitchen table .
“He’s okay, physically. But a bit hurt by the photos in this morning’s paper .”
Chelsea poured me some juice and coffee and placed a scrumptious pastry tray in front of me .
“This looks great..….thank you. Why was he hurt ?”
“He wanted to know why I didn’t tell him I was engaged to be married .”
“That’s certainly understandable. Mmmmmmm, this is delicious Chelsea ..”
“He also wanted to know when he was going to meet you and why you were punching a guy in a Dracula costume ……”
“Oh……he saw that picture too, huh? That’s unfortunate. Not a very good first impression of his future son-in-law, I suppose .”
Chelsea sat down and poured herself another cup of coffee .
“Exactly. I explained everything to him the best I could, but it was a hard sell. He wasn’t too thrilled with any of it. He can see how working with you might help my business, but that’s where it ends. He’s very old-fashioned, so the idea of marrying for any reason other than love doesn’t sit well with him .”
