by Imani King
“Really? That’s funny, because I do indeed have a reservation for 8 o’clock this evening. You silly American.”
Tiffany humorously admitted defeat: “I guess being Blaize Simon gets you some perks the rest of us poor slobs don’t have!”
“It sure as shit does! Let me know if you ever want to try the place yourself… You have a good night, Tiffany.”
I opened the car door for Chelsea and she slid her ultra-fine derriere into the plush leather seat. I ran back around to my side and hopped in. I was truly the happiest man in the world; The woman of my dreams was all my mine for the evening.
She crossed her sleek brown legs drawing attention to her damn hot sexy feet and I literally melted where I sat. The delicate silver straps of her high-heeled sandals entwined her ankles and crisscrossed her dainty toes; toes that were still glossed in a deep blood-red polish. I imagined fucking her right here in the driveway; her velvety legs spread open for my cock, with the lace hem of her dress hiked up around her hot little quivering mound… My hardened dick made it difficult for me to comfortably seat myself behind the wheel in the driver’s seat.
“Blaize, I’m so excited about dining at Hanalei. I can’t believe we’re going there! I’ve been getting kind of tired of French food, lately.”
“You and me both! People stupidly assume that just because I’m French, I want to eat French food all the time.”
“I’m hoping to get some exciting new cooking ideas from the Hanalei menu that I can try out at home.”
She wasn’t the only one wanting to try out some exciting new ideas at home……
The night was perfect for driving up to Malibu with the top down and the oceanfront restaurant was the perfect setting for seducing a beautiful young woman. The maitre’d led us to the private booth I had reserved. The lighting was intimate and a jazz trio played soulful tunes near the small dance floor.
Our food and wine was superb. We ordered an array of Hawaiian inspired seafood dishes and a bottle of Dom Perignon. Chelsea relished every bite and and every sip with gusto. It was quite a turn-on, watching her eat with such unrestrained pleasure. I had a suspicion she would also be an equally uninhibited lover and I was counting on experiencing her passion before the night was over.
“I can’t decide which I love more, the Misoyaki butterfish or the seared sea scallops. And the lobster bisque…….. I’ve never tasted better, have you Blaize?”
“Everything is truly excellent. Is there anything else you desire, Chelsea? Besides me, that is?”
“You still really believe I want you, don’t you?”
“Well you are licking your lips with a very salacious gleam in your eyes young lady..……”
“You know I’m just savoring the sweet honey coriander glaze from my fish….”
“So you say, but I know a woman lusting after me when I see one… And may I remind you that you were the one who wanted a kiss.”
I lightly stroked her silky thigh.
“You’re not even my type, Blaize.”
“A successful, handsome man is not your type? Than what is? A hideous loser?”
“Maybe I prefer a humble, modest man. One with humility, instead of a gigantic ego.”
“What in the world do I have to be modest about?”
Chelsea laughed but continued on with her unconvincing protest.
“Perhaps I prefer a man who is not completely preoccupied with sex; a man who is not obsessed with his own dick.”
“You want a man who isn’t interested in fucking you?! Now, I’ve heard everything! I refuse to believe that!”
“There’s more to a real relationship than just sex, in case you didn’t know.”
“Well……since you’re not my real fiancée, we don’t exactly have to care about that now do we? Haven’t you ever just had sex for the sake of fucking someone you’re hot for?”
“No, I’m not a one-night-stand kind of woman. I’m not impulsive. I usually give things a lot of serious thought before I make a decision to be with someone in an intimate way.”
I got up and extended my hand to Chelsea for a dance.
“C’mon. Let’s continue this discussion out on the dance floor.”
She smiled up at me and slid out of the booth in acceptance of my offer.
She relaxed into my arms and swayed her full hips in time to the music. Her gaze never strayed from my own. Her luscious lips parted slightly when she felt my hand slide from her back to her backside.
“Chelsea, you can deny your feelings for me with whatever words you want, but your body is saying completely different.”
“Well, I guess we should be acting like a real couple if I’m going to be your wife. By the way, I’m going to be needing a ring……..preferably one with a huge diamond.”
She smiled the most seductively teasing smile.
“You’re going to do it then? You’ll marry me? For pretend, that is?”
“Yes, Blaize. I’ve given it a lot of thought and I’m willing to help you. We are friends, after all and friends help each other.”
“So you’re saying we’re friends… With benefits?”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I stopped and kissed her in the middle of the dance floor. She didn’t offer the slightest resistance. In fact, her mouth and tongue welcomed mine. Suddenly, a flash went off as a journalist snapped our picture.
“What the fuck? You little asshole! How dare you!”
I was just about to grab his camera with intent to fling it across the room when Chelsea stopped me. She grabbed the collar of my jacket and pulled me to her so she could speak directly into my ear:
“Blaize, don’t! Let him take our photo. Don’t you want the publicity? Use this as an official engagement announcement!”
What was I thinking? She was absolutely right. I apologized to the intrusive little troll.
“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. Here, we’ll even pose for you. This is my fiancée, Chelsea Dixon.”
After we finished appeasing the journalist, we danced our way back to our table and ordered an array of desserts from the menu. We laughed and celebrated our “engagement” in grand style and I was thrilled to see Chelsea truly enjoying herself. I took the liberty of trailing kisses from her ear, down her neck to her collar bone and shoulder. Then I whispered, “Are you ready to go, Chelsea? I sure am…..”
She blushed shyly before taking my hand and silently sliding out of the booth behind me.
16
Chelsea
Pacific Coast Highway loomed in the car headlights, and the reflection of the crescent moon bounced off the dark ocean waves to the right of us.
“Thank you for the wonderful evening Blaize. I really had a fantastic time.”
“The night is young Chelsea. Want me to park, so we can make out on the beach? We could go skinny-dipping!”
I knew he was being facetious, and yet at the same time, I knew he wasn’t totally joking.
“Well, there’s no real point in making out when nobody can see us, is there? We really only need to pretend we’re a couple in public. Remember?”
“This is a public beach……”
“You know what I’m talking about…….”
Blaize continued south down the highway but passed the turn-off for Venice Beach.
“You missed my exit. Where are you going?”
“I was heading for Marina Del Rey. I figured we would go to the boat and sign the marriage contract. It’s really for your own protection, now that there’s public evidence and documentation of it.”
“Well, I guess so. Will Rolande be there?”
“I believe he said he had no plans for the evening, so he’ll probably be there watching TV.”
He had to be lying. No way was Rolande there. My gut told me I was walking into a trap, but part of me didn’t care. Blaize was right, I did desire him; more than any man I had ever met. I just didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of being right. That would only add to his arroga
nce and make his head swell even bigger.
The marina was quiet. Blaize called out for Rolande as we went below but got no response. Big surprise. He took off his jacket and tie and undid his top 2 shirt buttons.
“Let’s see, now where did Rolande put that contract? Oh here it is.”
He pulled it out of the desk drawer, along with 2 pens and placed everything on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then he grabbed a bottle of sparkling mineral water from the fridge and poured two glasses before plopping himself down on the large sectional.
“Come join me on the sofa, wifey dear. Do you plan on taking my last name or will you keep your own? If you ask me, Dixon suits you perfectly. I wouldn’t change it.”
“I don’t intend to. I love my name. Besides it’s my professional name too.”
Blaize was at his most attractive when he was being real and sincere with me. I sat down next to him, brushing my thigh against his.
“What’s with the mineral water, by the way? No fancy wines tonight?”
“I didn’t want to risk you getting sleepy again while we were…….going over the contract.”
“I don’t feel the least bit sleepy. I’m completely wide awake”
“You don’t say? Would you like a little after-dinner cognac then, while we talk business?”
“That sounds delicious. I’d love some, thank you.”
Blaize got up and brought back two brandy sifters and a bottle of Courvoisier for us. We both enjoyed a couple of sips while we relaxed back against the overstuffed sofa pillows. I felt the warmth of the liqueur seep down to my toes.
“So what part of the wedding contract would you like to address first, Chelsea?”
“Gee, I don’t know. What’s your preference?”
“Well, I think we should go over the ‘You may kiss the bride’ part first. Do you think the groom should kiss her like this?”
Blaize swept me up in his arms and tenderly kissed me on the mouth while gazing romantically into my eyes.
“Or……… should he kiss his bride like this?”
This time Blaize slid me all the way down into the soft couch cushions, and devoured my mouth with his own. His kiss was fierce, unrelenting and passionate. He slowly worked his way down my trembling body with his persuasive hot tongue, lingering at my cleavage, before looking up at me for permission to go further.
“We shouldn’t do this Blaize….” I knew I sounded breathless.
“Stop pretending you don’t want this as much as I do. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me the truth. Do you want me or not?”
Blaize feasted on my lips again and ran his hands up my waist and onto my breasts, cupping the sides of them while his thumbs lightly caressed my nipples. His hot hard cock was pressed up against me. He pulled back and waited for my response……….
Every logical part of me told me it would be a mistake. But the sex-starved woman in me said otherwise. The woman who needed to throw all caution to wind for once in her serious life said to stop fighting this incredibly desirable man’s advances and enjoy yourself.
“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
The 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.”
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sp; “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.”