by Lola Swain
“I’d love to see it. I used to read all the time before—”
“You were killed?” James said.
“No, actually,” I said and smiled. “Before I gave up the silly pursuit of knowledge for the ever more intellectual pursuit of modeling.”
“Then we must get you down there. Sophia, as in life, this will be what you make of it. But here, you do anything you want within the Laws,” James said and stared at me. “We eat when hungry, sleep when tired and fuck when horny.”
“Oh, good to know,” I said.
James stood from the dock and pulled his suspenders from his shoulders.
“How about that swim? The water is amazing.”
I sat up as James pulled his shirt from his pants and kicked off his wingtips. He hopped around and pulled off his dress socks and dropped his pants.
“Uh, I’m not a very good swimmer,” I said and looked up at him as he took his shirt, then his undershirt off.
“You won’t drown,” James said and pushed his navy blue boxer shorts down his long, muscular legs.
I scanned his body from the hollow of his throat to his toes. I counted every thick muscle that ran across his tight stomach. And then felt a tingle in my belly as I stared at his big, thick cock. I pictured him ramming it in me and pounding me into oblivion.
“I think I can read your mind now,” James said. “Stand up and take off your dress.”
James reached down and grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet.
“Arms up,” he said.
I raised my arms and closed my eyes as James lifted my dress and pulled it off my body.
“Turn around, Sophia.”
I turned around and opened my eyes. I looked across the water to the Fairy Tale Island. I felt very self-conscious as James unhooked my bra.
His hands came around my body from behind. He pressed his hands against my belly and pressed his body into my back. I looked down and his fingers slipped a little beyond the waistband of my panties and he rubbed his fingertips back and forth against my skin. James moved his fingers down lower and pushed my panties down my legs. He moved away from me and I bowed my head as he stared at my body.
“Turn around, Sophia,” James said. “I want to see you.”
I turned and faced him.
“You are absolutely beautiful, Sophia and your body is incredible. Why aren’t you proud?”
“I’m shy,” I said.
“Shy? Have you ever looked at yourself? You have absolutely nothing to be shy about. Look at yourself.”
James turned me toward the water. I looked down at my reflection and what I saw and what I felt, did not matchup. The same thing happened when I looked in the mirror when I got ready for a photo shoot. I saw the shy, slightly overweight eight-year-old that my mother criticized, despite the Chanel.
“I have issues, I suppose,” I said.
“Yes, you do. There is nothing to fear anymore. You can be bold, wanton, sensual. Embrace that.”
“I’ll work on it,” I said.
James dove off the dock into the water and jumped up to the surface.
“Get your ass in here,” James said. “It’s beautiful.”
I took a deep breath and dove head first into the water. I came to the surface and paddled like mad as I tried to tread.
“I can’t touch the bottom,” I said and slapped at the water with my hands.
“Relax,” James said and swam toward me. “Sophia, you will not drown.”
“But I can’t touch!”
“Sophia,” James said when he reached me, “let go.”
“Let go,” I said.
And that’s all it took. I floated in the water with ease and swam as if I was a dolphin.
“This is fun,” I said and took a deep breath and dove under the water.
“See,” James said when I bobbed to the surface, “I told you. We should go down to the caves.”
“There are real caves down there?”
“Yes, you can see the tops of the forms if you look,” he said. “Dunk under.”
“It’s salt water,” I said and shook my head. “My eyes will burn.”
“It’s brackish but you can see under the water. Your eyes will not burn.”
I dunked my head under and sank down a bit. I opened my eyes and was able to see everything clearly. I saw the jagged tops of the caves sitting well below us and fish and several plants. James met me under and pointed at the caves and started swimming down. I yanked on his foot and pulled him as I swam toward the surface.
“What’s wrong?” he said when he met me at the top.
“It’s too far,” I said. “I can’t hold my breath that long.”
“You don’t have to,” he said and smiled. “You can breathe under water, the same as you can see and swim. There is nothing to fear.”
“Like a mermaid?”
“Exactly,” James said and chuckled. “You are the beautiful mermaid of the Battleroy. Just try it. Dunk your head under and take a breath in.”
I dunked myself under the water and fought every urge I had to jump to the surface. I took a deep breath in and waited for a rush of salt water to invade my nose and lungs and drown me where I floated. But, I breathed in and out as I did when I walked around on land.
I swam to the top and James cheered for me.
“See? I told you, beautiful mermaid,” he said.
We floated in the water and James pointed out different landmarks around the hotel grounds. I wished my mother could see me swimming after she told me most of my life that I wasn’t a strong swimmer and I would surely drown.
“What are you thinking about, Sophia?”
“I’m thinking about my parents and wondering how they’ll react when they find out I’m dead.”
“Well, they will be devastated,” James said and tried to grab my foot as I floated by.
“Yes, I suppose. However their devastation will be obliterated by their subsequent humiliation and anger when they find out why I was here.”
“They didn’t know you married him?” James said and tried to catch me again, but I slipped out of his grasp. “Would you stay still?”
“Nope. They hardly knew him, actually. It was the first not very grown up decision I made on my own without consulting them. Shows you how much I know.”
“Wow, I’d imagine if one of my children was killed, I wouldn’t care what they did. My focus would be revenge.”
“Have you sired many children during your days of philandering?”
“Get over here, you,” James said and his arm shot out and he gripped my wrist.
James dragged me toward him and snatched me into his arms. His cool skin pressed against mine. Droplets of water beaded all over beautiful face and I flicked my tongue out and licked one off his bottom lip.
“I like that,” he said and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You are truly exquisite. I would have been proud to have you as my girl.”
“Your daughter? How positively depraved,” I said.
“No, my girl,” James lowered his head and kissed the tops of my breasts. “But I am depraved.
“James?”
“Yes?” he said and licked the hollow of my neck.
“Did you really see me in that Sak’s spread in the Globe?”
“No. When I saw you, I knew who you were without knowing who you were. I don’t know how, I just did.”
“Thank you,” I said and wiggled against his body. “I don’t believe anyone has ever taken a risk for me. Well, Katt did. She is, was, my best friend.”
“What did she do?” James said as he pulled my hair aside and brushed his lips against my skin.
“She tried to warn me,” I said and sighed. “She tried to warn me about Brandt just like you did. But I managed to fuck it up.”
James looked at me and laughed.
“I like it when you say bad words,” he said and reached down under the water and grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. “I like bad girls.�
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“That’s because you most obviously are a bad boy,” I said.
“Yes,” he said and winked.
“I prided myself on being a good girl,” I said and looked over James’ shoulder, past the docks and into the arbor. “I always did everything I was told. You know, I didn’t even want to be a model?”
“No? What did you want to be?”
“I wanted to be a lawyer. I read To Kill A Mockingbird when I was thirteen and I decided I wanted to be Atticus Finch.”
“Choosing modeling is a long way off from Atticus Finch. Yes, I read it,” James said and splashed me. “So, why did you become a model?”
“Because I was told that’s all I could be. Mother said I had to live with my limitations and my limitations, she said, were not as horrid as some.”
“I think you would have made an incredible lawyer, Sophia.”
“You know, I think that’s one of the reasons Brandt appealed to me, because he was a lawyer, or rather, he purported to be a lawyer. I convinced myself that I could absorb everything he was and make it mine.”
“But then you would have only been the wife of a lawyer, or supposed lawyer. Marrying a lawyer would not have made you a lawyer.”
“I know, but in my mind, marrying well would have at least made me something.”
“You didn’t have to marry anyone to be something, Sophia. You had the something part more than covered.”
I pulled away from James and stared into his eyes.
“I wish I could have married you,” I said.
“Ah, but back then, I probably would not have been so keen on supporting your career. My women had a definite place, usually behind me,” James said and tightened his arms around my waist. “No, if you and I married, I’d expect you to be in my kitchen and in my bed whenever I demanded.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound so terrible either. As long as I could still attend college,” I said.
“So, you are telling me that as I came through the door, you’d knock your schoolbooks off the bed and get on your back?”
“Or on my knees,” I said and smiled.
“Oh really…on your knees?” James said and closed his eyes. “I do like the sound of that.”
I tightened my legs around James’ waist and he dug his fingers into my ass. He slid me up and down against his hard body and my nipples rubbed against his cool skin.
“So, do you want to play house?” James said into my ear.
“Yes, very much,” I said as I grinded against his torso.
“What do you want me to do to you?” James said and ran his tongue up and down my neck.
“Everything.”
“You got it.”
James unwrapped my legs from around his waist and slid down my body and under the water. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up high out of the water and lowered me back down until my legs were over his shoulders and my pussy was in front of his face.
He reached his hands up from out of the water and slowly slid them up my waist and pinched my nipples. I gasped as his tongue wiggled in between my pussy lips as he pinched my nipples harder. He lifted me higher and probed at the opening to my pussy with the tip of his tongue. I pushed down against him, needing it inside me. I spread my legs a bit to give him more access to my pussy, wanting to feel everything he gave me.
I threw my head back and stared at the sun. The hot rays beat down on me, baked into my skin and filled me with energy. I looked at the dock and a young couple walked out of the arbor toward the lake. I wished they could see me while James licked me.
The couple walked to the end of the dock and sat down. They looked through me and having them there, watching without seeing, amped up the excitement of every nasty thing James did to my body.
James released my nipples and pulled my hair until I floated on my back. He went to work on my pussy with his tongue, lapping at it like an animal from hole to clit. He clawed at my back and gripped my ass with his fingers. Then he put his full, luscious lips around my clit and sucked on it like a cock. I stared at the couple on the dock who were now making out and I fantasized that they were in the water with James and I, sucking and fucking with us.
James parted his lips and brought me further into his mouth. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against my clit while he sucked even harder. I looked up at the sky and my legs trembled against his shoulders. I felt as if I was tumbling down a deep well.
“Oh, God,” I said as James lifted my ass up and down, grinding my pussy against his face, “don’t stop!”
I kicked my heels against his back as I bolted up from the water. I dug my fingers into his scalp and grabbed fistfuls of his hair as my tummy tingled and I lost all control. I looked at the couple and the man had the woman’s breasts out and sucked on one of her nipples. I lifted my breast and bit down on my nipple as I finally hit the bottom of the well.
“Yes,” I said as my orgasm exploded and I pummeled his shoulders with my fists. “Fuck, yes!”
James sucked on my clit and I dug my fingers into the back of his head and pressed his face into my pussy. I felt as if I would faint from the pleasure he gave me. The more I struggled, the tighter James held on until finally, I gave up and I flopped backward. It was only then that James released me.
I floated on my back for a second and tried to catch my breath and James jumped up from under the water.
“Holy shit,” James said and swam over to me. “That was fucking intense! You came so hard.”
“I know,” I said and smiled. “It was amazing.”
“I heard you screaming. Even down there, I could hear you. I’ll bet the others heard you too.”
“Fuck ‘em,” I said and giggled.
James reached out and dragged me toward him. He held me in his arms and kissed me.
“Can you taste yourself?” he said. “You taste as sweet as a peach.”
“Yes,” I said and licked his lips. “I want more. Now.”
“I want more too,” James said and reached down and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it between my legs. “Let’s give the others something more to listen to.”
“I know they didn’t hear me, but maybe they’ll hear us together,” I said and pointed to the couple on the dock.
James spun around and looked at the couple.
“How long have they been here?” James said as he cocked his head and stared at the couple.
“Practically the whole time,” I said and giggled. “I fantasized that they joined us.”
“Sophia, we shouldn’t be here,” he said. “Let’s go back.”
“But I want to fuck,” I said.
James looked at me and grinned.
“Say it again.”
“I want to fuck.”
“I love that,” he said and let me go. “We will fuck, I promise you that. Let’s get out of here.”
James and I swam to the edge of the dock and hoisted ourselves out of the water.
“Wow,” he said as he stepped over the couple who were now horizontal, with the man on top of the woman. “So you liked watching them while I licked your pussy?”
James grabbed me and pressed his body against mine.
“Yes,” I said.
“Did it turn you on more?”
“Yes. Watching them making out, especially when he starting sucking on her tits, turned me on a lot.”
“You dirty little voyeur,” James said in my ear. “We can do that, you know. We can find a nice looking couple and do that.”
“With the guests?” I said.
“Yep, it’ll be a blast,” James said and bit my bottom lip. “But I want you all to myself first. Let’s go back. I want to fuck you in the wine cellar.”
James put his clothes back on as the couple writhed around on the dock. I looked around for my dress and saw part of the dress under the woman’s ass.
“She’s on top of my dress,” I said.
“So, leave it. Well get it later,” James said and held out his suit c
oat. “You can wear this.”
“No way, I want my dress! There are others, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m not meeting new people for the first time naked,” I said. “You go on back. I’ll catch up.”
“The stairs to the wine cellar are directly across from the ballroom,” James said and turned and walked toward the arbor. “Don’t be long.”
I crouched down next to the couple on the dock and looked out as James disappeared into the arbor. The couple didn’t appear to be much older than me and when the man grabbed his lover by her shoulders and rolled her on top of him, I snatched my dress off the dock.
The man tried to convince the girl to take her clothes off, but she objected because she was scared they would be caught.
“Just do it sweetheart,” I said. “You may never get another chance.”
The man reached up and tugged on the woman’s blouse and then clawed at her bra. He pulled her tits out over the top of her bra and raised his head and sucked on one of her nipples. The girl spread her legs wider until her skirt rode up her thighs and thrust her hips back and forth over her companion’s cock. The excruciating throb began again between my legs and I threw my dress over my head to get back to James. I reached out and grabbed the girl’s nipple and gave it a tight pinch before I left the dock.
“…I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
Anaïs Nin
I ran back through the arbor, hoping to catch up to James, but when I walked through the forest, he was nowhere to be found.
I wandered back through the forest and checked out the rare flowers and inhaled the damp, pine aroma of the trees. I felt frightened, being alone in the dark maze of vegetation, but when I reminded myself that there was nothing left to fear, I felt a lightness that I never felt before.
Old habits, however hard they die, apparently don’t immediately die with death.
I spent my life draped in stole of fear. I used to scan my brain until I found something to be scared of or worry about. And if I felt happy, I felt as if something were wrong. I’d search for the source of my happy feeling until everything from a passing gesture to a drawn-out conversation was dissected until there was nothing left.
