Marionette

by Celia Crown

  Too bad the interesting vendors stole her thoughts from the luring ocean. She forgot to buy a swimming suit and the call of the waves washing on the sand is strong, part of her wants to dive head first into the water.

  What to do, what to do, she thinks.

  She’s too embarrassed to swim naked, and she wishes she is one of those women who are so confident that they can show off their bodies.

  Confidence in front of a camera is not the same thing as in the public space.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” James’ voice comments behind her as her eyes stare longingly at the calm waves.

  “I brought one for you.”

  A cloud of confusion pops in her head as she turns to face him with a head tilt.

  Her eyes fall on the black materials in his fist, her lips widen in a grin as she squeals. Snatching the two-piece bikini out of his hand, she shouts her thank you over her shoulder as she makes a run for an empty room to change.

  Mari shuts the door behind her and ignores the guest bedroom interior designs as she holds up the swimsuit. It’s a simple black bikini that covers every important part of her body while it will give James a nice view of her frame, Mr. Novak gave this to her so it’s up to his standards.

  She brushes off the thought of it being too revealing and pulls her sundress off her body, the tenderness on her ankles is nothing compared to the cool water that’ll play with her skin.

  She never got to learn how to swim; her workaholic parents never really had the time for her as she only remembers spending time with her nanny, Auntie Hayden is rarely there since she’s been in the army for ten years, but when Mari does see her, she would spend every minute with her.

  Her parents think swimming is a trivial skill in life that can be overlooked, no one would hire her for her ability to swim. Mari did ask her parents if she could go to the beach when she was twelve, but they gave her a quick offhanded comment about them being too busy to watch her splash water like a fool.

  She never asked again.

  It’s not to say her parents don’t love her, they show it through materialistic things. They gave her the best nanny, fed her delicious food, and brought gifts home from their overseas business trips. There were times where Mari don’t hear from them for weeks and then they drop a call from another country to check in on her like she was some house pet.

  Maybe they suddenly remember they have a daughter. Who knows, at this point, Auntie Mari is her guardian now. She’s twenty-one, and she didn’t need a guardian since she became eighteen but it’s the thought of Auntie Hayden being her guardian sits well with her.

  She has two people that are constant in her life. Auntie Hayden and Mr. James Novak.

  Both of them are proud that she’s doing what she likes. Mari didn’t have an opinion on being Marionette when Auntie Hayden first proposed the idea, it sounded interesting and it wasn’t like she hated modeling. She just never thought of it as a profession that she would go into. Once she began, she gradually fell in love with the ideal behind Marionette.

  It’s an image of innocence and fairy tale; inspiring young girls to be confident and think of themselves as the main character in their story instead of a side character.

  There was a lot of backlashes when Marionette first hit the media, people were upset that Mari is portraying an unhealthy image of the perfect girl even if the message behind the theme and marketing isn’t that. Concerned consumers believed she’s promoting a morbid lifestyle where she’s the life-sized doll; thin, blonde, and beautiful. Completely unrealistic to the mass majority.

  It got to Mari because she thought she was making fantasies come true, James was supportive the whole way while the backlash died down.

  Even till this day, there is still negativity thrown at Marionette.

  At first, Marionette is a doll used to hang clothes and fine jewelry, but then she found herself through many months of searching for a thing that makes her Mari the Marionette.

  Now, she’s an artwork. The photoshoots are more focused on artistic talents instead of materialistic things.

  Some say they are the same thing, some say it’s a blatant disregard to real art, but Mari likes the experience behind the hard work of one picture. She takes the criticism and learns from them, she grew with her team of workers that transforms Mari into Marionette.

  Then her mother had called one day. Just when Mari was getting used to being Marionette, her mother jumped into the bandwagon of Marionette being a bad thing.

  Her mother had said that Mari was subjecting herself to possible predators out in the world, just like the man who opened a museum dedicated to the doll.

  James Novak.

  Mari never thought her mother would insult someone who had served the country with her sister, the man who had saved Auntie Hayden many times.

  That one sentence had caused a ripple in their mother and daughter relationship. Her father had not said anything and frankly, Mari hadn’t cared for his two-cents into something he had no knowledge of.

  Mari shakes her head, she shouldn’t dwell on the past.

  As she ties the strings of her swimsuit around her back, a breeze flows pass her thighs as she smiles at the perfect fit. Mari adjusts the fabric on her ass and looks down on her butt and finds it covering her decency.

  Her feet skip towards the door and opens it to find James leaning on the wall beside the door, she bashfully grins at him.

  “How does it look?” she twirls and faces him again.

  He lifts off the wall and gives her one look from feet to the top of her head. Mari blushes when his eyes drop back down to her round breasts, her throat constricts in dryness and her breath kicks up.

  “You look ready to bite,” he teases with a smirk.

  Mari nips her bottom lip and toys with her fingers behind her back.

  “Give me a kiss, little doll.” his command is loud and clear, she obeys instantly.

  “Yes, sir.”

  She stands on her toes as he closes the distance with a slight bent of his waist, their lips mold in a kiss that’s trapped in the middle of pure and sinful intents. His hand is hot on the dip of her waist, thumbing the waistband of the bikini bottom.

  “Go on,” he pats her bottom, her ass bounces from his hand.

  He gestures to the open glass door that leads to the private beach area. Mari debates halfheartedly in her mind if she wants to stay in his arms or feel the cool water on her skin, then she remembers that she’s already changed into proper swimwear and it’d be waste to not play in the waters.

  “Are you coming too?” she asks, green eyes meeting his dark hues.

  He nods.

  “Swimming?” Mari presses.

  James kisses her forehead, her eyes almost flicker shut at the soft touch.

  “No, I want to watch you.”

  Mari doesn’t think much of it and accepts his reasoning, she reluctantly let go and strolls to the open glass door. The smell of salt is heavier as soon as she steps out onto the hot sand, her toes stretch and wiggles into the coarse grains. It slides between her toes and she curls them in reaction as a prickle leaves a trail of goosebumps on her arms despite the sun beating down on her.

  Waves tickle her feet when she walks just to the edge of the water, it’s refreshing to let herself stare into the endless ombre of blues. Nature is a beautiful thing that she never got to appreciate. The city has a tree planted on the sidewalk every couple of feet, and some places don’t have any trees for miles.

  She doesn’t want to go back to the city now that she’s gotten a taste of an environment away from car exhaust and skyscrapers. A change of scenery is good for her as she can physically feel the tension lifting off her body and receding with the waters.

  An extra strong wave crashes up to her ankles as she giggles at the trickling droplets fly up to her knees, she stomps on the waters as the rough sand texture grinds on the bottom of her feet.

  Mari has this sudden urge to do a dolphin dive into the waters, b
ut she also wants to commit the gorgeous scene into her memories. She twirls around and searches for James who’s sitting on the large beach lounge with pillows and a veil of white around it.

  She swallows hard, his body is doing things to her. He had ditched the dress shirt and opted for a shirtless torso and loose shorts that hang low on his sculpted hips. The black ink of his tattoos covers a large portion of his skin and Mari tries to make out what the designs are, but she can’t due to the intricateness of it.

  Originally, she planned to play in the water and be soaked from head to toe. His lure and power over her tugs on her body, she finds herself stepping into his direction before her mind catches up.

  Her ears picked up his baritone as she gets close.

  “I’ve never seen you so happy, sweetheart.”

  Mari slings her arms around his neck as their noses touch when she steps into his open arms. She giggles breathlessly, peppering his cheek with her light kisses.

  “This is the first time I’m experiencing this!” Mari exclaims.

  She sees the envy in his eyes of how little things can make her smile wider than he ever did.

  “It’s because you’re with me, Mr. Novak.” her lips landed on his, a taste of tangy salt lingering between them.

  “I love you,” Mari said, “I love you so much!”

  She picks up on the emotions behind his warm eyes, Mari thinks he’s being weird because he’s envious of her giving away precious smiles to the gentle waves of the water.

  It may not be as big as when she smiled at the water, but the love behind her eyes overrides everything.

  Though, his eyes also have love. Another emotion intertwines with the heat that blooms in his eyes, there’s irrepressible lust.

  “Little doll.”

  A shiver of pleasure tumbles down her spine, and her ass jiggles teasingly.

  “I do hope you haven’t forgotten your punishment,” he remarks plainly, and Mari guiltily shifts her gaze to the side because she did put that thought away to the back of her mind when she was too busy exploring the market and enthralled by the beach waves.

  She stands stiffly between his legs as he grasps her thigh, his thumb pressing on her tender inner flesh as her clit throbs from the stimulation on her leg.

  James pats his lap.

  “Bend over.”

  Chapter Twelve

  James

  His hand smooths down the curve of her spine, she arches into his touch as James caress the patch of flawless skin on her back. His thighs dig into her stomach and to alleviate the pressure in her gut, she lifts her ass into the air. That makes it easier for him knead the fleshiness as a moan echoes out of her pink lips, she squirms and rubs against his hardened cock.

  She’s such a pretty little thing; whether if it’s the cool and expressionless Marionette or the shy yet bold Mari, he’s ready to put his mark on her.

  The bikini is made for seamless panty lines and silkiness, it’s smooth and thin under his palm as his fingers trace the outline of the fabric with the plumpness of her ass after his trail.

  He only wants the best for his little doll, she deserves the most beautiful things in the world and he has the resources to get it. The swimwear he had ordered is made from scratch with the highest quality materials because he’s not going to have Mari’s skin stained of any imperfection that isn’t done by his hands.

  He could feel her body vibrate with anticipation as his hand moves away from her ass and lingers in the air, he whips his hand down and the sound of her shriek mingling with the loud smack causes his cock to twitch.

  His handprint wraps around her ass, redness blooms quickly on the pale skin as she whimpers. The warmth of his palm doesn’t soothe the stinging throbs, it scorches the soreness as he raises his hand and delivers another clean slap.

  The bikini bottom doesn’t hinder his punishment because its fabric is too similar to second skin that it heightens the sensitivity to his slaps.

  James is mesmerized by the ripples her ass makes when he spanks her, it’s arousing and teasing as he struggles to not imprint his teeth marks on that roundness.

  Wetness drips from her cunt, slicking the material that protects her decency as he presses a finger to her pulsing pussy, earning him a jolt from her body with shivers wrecking her small frame.

  He curls the tip of his finger to her covered opening before sliding down agonizingly slow to her clit, tapping on the bundle of nerves to bring her electric pleasure that leaves her craving more of his touch as she tips her hip towards his hand.

  Withdrawing his hand, she whines at the loss and he swats the unmarred side of her ass while his eyes follow the bounces of the aftermath.

  She tries to arch her back, but he doesn’t allow that as he forces her back down on his knees with a hand to the small of her back.

  “You’re enjoying this, little doll,” he notes plainly with another smack as she whimpers.

  “Am not,” she murmurs, small fingers clenching on his thigh.

  “Now you’re lying.” James gives three consecutive slaps to both her cheeks and the stinging sensation makes her cry out his name.

  He likes this side of Mari; a defiant brat coming out from behind the good little girl image, and her little white lie is a convenient excuse to watch her pliable ass swell under his palm.

  Her moans of pained pleasure bring tears to her eyes as she’s overwhelmed by the sensation. He knows she has never been spanked before until the night of her birthday, he’s at her side from morning to nighttime, no one has access to her other than him and a handful of people that had screened vigorously.

  She’s in her purest form when he took her; claiming her virginity with him returning her gift through his seeds, she experienced firsthand of the fine line between pain and pleasure by his very own hands and her ass is grateful for the tingles.

  “You lied to me, little doll.” James purrs, deepening his voice just how she likes it.

  Her body reacts to the baritone as a tremor hits her hard, he amplifies her delicate sensitivity with another set of mild smacks. Not too hard to bruise her skin, but enough to get his point across that lying to him will result in punishment. It won’t be at her pleasure because she won’t feel the sharp pain, she’ll only experience little pricks from his palm.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” her throat closes on the interrupted whimper.

  It’s not good enough, she’s egging him on with her insincere apology, and he intends on thoroughly ingraining his level of animalistic desires on her fragile body.

  “You will be sorry by the time I’m done with you,” James growls, hoisting her off his lap and forces her legs around his waist as his hands grasp her swelling ass to make her grind on his throbbing cock every step he makes toward the house.

  She moans and keens into his neck as she rounds her arms around him to mold her soft body to his muscles. He’d be sure to roll his hips up to her clit when he takes the stairs and into the house with her crying in humming simulation.

  He has the layout of the estate already memorized, being in the army taught him many skills that could come in handy in his daily life. The master bedroom is easy to navigate even with his lips mouthing on her neck, nipping and biting the tender flesh for it to turn red.

  She lays on his chest and wiggles for any kind of simulation because James knows her body needs his domination to be satisfied.

  He tosses her unceremoniously on the bed, she bounces with silky hair splaying around her like a halo as her green eyes peer shyly at him. He’s on her like an animal hounding on his favorite toy, chewing and licking the pulse under her neck as she locks her arms around his waist.

  The strings on her bikini top come undone when he gives it a harsh yank, tearing the flimsy fabric away from those luscious tits that are waiting for his lips. His blunt nails scratch her hips as he removes the bottom swimwear and flings it behind him. It lands on the ground, discarded and probably forgotten about it until the next time she decides to swim.


  James spreads her legs lewdly, pinning them to the bed as his eyes narrow down on the glistening wetness on her slits. She whines in humiliation and it’s music to his ears, her voice comes a pitch too high when he leans down to take a rosy bud with his tongue and mercilessly pinching her throbbing clit between his fingers.

  The tension in her body tightens under him, a melodic sob of his name comes brokenly as he rolls her swollen clit in his fingers. Her juices make it easier to rub her clit in quick rapid strokes, he sinks two thick fingers into her without a warning and her eyes widen in shock.

  He purrs, lapping at her rosy nipple with a flicker of his tongue. James pulls back, looks down at her debauched expression as she writhes breathlessly. She’s wet and tight around his digits, sucking them further in as he curls his fingers up. He presses on that one special spot on her quivering walls that rewards him a gush of fluids dripping down the bedsheet.

  “Oh!” she squeals, cum soaking his fingers messily while his eyes stare down at her heaving chest.

  He intends on pulling another orgasm from her as he quickens his pace, lewd noises mix with her croaked voice as he shoves his fingers deeper. He knows whatever is left of her pride flies out the window as she rocks her hips to chase after the pleasure he’s giving her.

  She comes as soon as he flicks his thumb on her clit.

  She’s so stunning with her flushed face and whimpers from her trembling lips, he reddens the flesh even more by crashing his lips on hers. Their teeth narrowly avoid each other as he nibbles her bottom lip and curls his tongue around hers.

  His cock begs for relief through a series of spasm twitches in his pants, a spot darkens at the cockhead and James brazenly yanks down the material. Mari is out of it, trying to catch her breath as he steps out of the pants to crawl over her and maneuvers her legs around his waist.

  A hand clamps down on the base of his cock, squeezing the need for release as he wets the head with her dewy folds. He nudges the clit and she jerks in involuntary sparks while he traces more moisture down to her small opening.