by M. Robinson
They made me feel a lot of things; a lady wasn’t one of them. I needed to get away from him and I needed to do it fast, how the fuck was I going to do that now? I was stuck and not just for today, for the next three days.
I dipped my head under water and put on a show. That’s what I was good at and that’s what I fucking knew.
“Hey! Do you have fishing poles?” I suggested hiding behind my façade while reaching for my top. He looked at me confused and nodded handing it to me.
I tied it back on, “let’s put them out and troll while we head back in the right direction.” He nodded again this time less confused, yet sad for me.
I hated it. I didn’t want it and I sure as hell didn’t need it.
We went back on the boat and I decided that we needed some space. He drove and I laid out on the bow with my iPad. I read for a little while and dozed off. I awoke to him lying beside me, on his side, and propped up on his arm.
“It’s a little stalkerish watching me while I’m sleeping, don’t you think?” I said yawning, “How long have I been out?”
“A long time. It’s almost dinnertime. The liquor and sun got to you.” He explained, moving my hair away from my face.
“You make the cutest noises when you sleep by the way. Were you dreaming?”
“I don’t think so,” I cautioned. “I’m going to go take a shower and change. Oh! Did we catch any fish?”
“We most certainly did, a couple groupers and a snapper.”
“Yum.”
“I’ll tell you what, you go shower and change, and I will make us some dinner.”
“Really?” I asked surprised.
The men I was with never made me dinner, I mean they took me out to dinner, just never made me anything, unless it was delivered or on my body.
“Of course, let me wine and dine you.” He retorted.
I showered trying to ignore the crazy whirlwind that had been today, and it was only the first day. I tried not to think about the sleeping arrangements, I contemplated sleeping in another room, I didn’t want to. I wanted to sleep next to him and maybe even in his arms.
I never wanted to sleep in a man’s arms, I fucking hated it. I endured it because I had to. For the first time, I wanted to sleep in the warmth and comfort of another person.
I opted on blow drying my hair natural. I didn’t even bother with any makeup. I put on a pair of white cotton shorts and a gray crop top that fell off my shoulder. No bra or panties, I couldn’t help myself, can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
I went to the table that was next to the kitchen and he was already sitting there, looking showered and dressed in basketball shorts and a sleeveless NYU college shirt.
“Great, I guess comfortable is the dress code for tonight. I was worried I might be underdressed.” I announced.
“I think you look even better than you do when your all done up. Your hair is curly.” He said pointing to my hair.
I grabbed the ends and twirled them around my finger, “the humidity makes it even curlier, I usually straighten it.”
“Why?”
“Madam,” was all I replied.
He placed the food in the middle of the table, “dinner is ready, I made some salad with it and put Italian dressing on it. I hope that’s alright?” He stated changing the subject.
“Italian is great.”
We ate in somewhat of a silence, and it was driving me crazy that I got up, grabbed my phone, and put it on the dock. We listened to soft jazz music.
After dinner was done I excused myself to go brush my teeth and when I came back I found him outside looking up at the moon.
“It’s a full moon tonight,” he said.
“It’s striking.”
He turned to me, “you’re striking” he said while he grabbed my hand and kissed my inner wrist.
“I know this probably must seem very confusing to you because it’s confusing to me. There’s this big purple elephant in the room that neither one of us will address and it should be me to say something.”
He took a deep breath, “Ysa, you are completely and utterly fucking with me. I don’t know what to do with you, I can’t stay away from you. You’re this remarkable, breathtakingly beautiful woman who literally has men groveling at her feet.” I rolled my eyes.
“No, I’m serious…I don’t want to talk about VIP but you literally have men paying thousands of dollars for an hour with you, me included. You don’t realize this pull you have. I never imagined I would be this man. Okay…I know what I’m doing is wrong, and I can’t stop myself from picking up the damn phone to see you again. I can’t lie, at first it was about you looking like Olivia,” he sighed.
“Now I don’t even think about her when I look at you, I don’t see her anymore. I see Ysabelle. I see you, Ysa. I see you.” He repeated.
“Sebastian, please…we don’t have to discuss this. Let’s take it for what it is alright, I am what I am, and it is what it is. When this is all over you’re going home to your family and that’s where you belong. I will be going home, where I belong.” I explained.
“Why didn’t you tell her?”
“What?”
“Madam, why didn’t you tell her what happened at the hotel?”
I couldn’t answer that question, I didn’t even know the answer, and so I just shrugged my shoulders.
He bowed his head in defeat and pulled me to him, hugging me and molding me to his body. Then he looked into my eyes, kissed my forehead, grabbed my hand, and we danced there under the moonlight with nothing other than the demons that await.
Chapter 19
We danced for a long time. I loved having her in my arms and the rest of the world just seemed to be away from us. We were miles and miles away from civilization, just the two us. In that moment all of it seemed perfect, I could pretend that she was mine. She was a woman and I was a man, just two people.
I found myself humming to her the tune of the song. It was one of the most intimate moments I had ever been able to share with someone. Her face was turned away from me and I felt as though she maybe crying, I didn’t have the strength to ask her to look at me. I knew if I did I would see it all, the truth, the lies, the confusion, and the façade.
We lost ourselves, we felt; we experienced; and neither one of us wanted to move on.
She was the first to pull away and she didn’t look at me, I could tell that she wiped her face. I didn’t say anything about it. I followed her into the cabin and she went straight to the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before she emerged. Her demeanor had changed she seemed shy all of a sudden, like she didn’t know what happened next.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she shrugged.
“Me, too.” I saw her start playing with her fingernails and look at the ground. I grabbed her by the hand and she followed me into the bedroom.
She left to grab her bag and I took my shirt off and stripped the bed. She came back in wearing a crème silk cami that showed her belly and silk booty panties. I know my mouth opened a little and she smirked.
“What side do you sleep on?” She asked looking at the bed.
“That was a random question. I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before,” I replied laughing. “I sleep on the right if you’re facing up.”
“That’s funny, I sleep on the left.” I watched her lay on her side and she quickly kicked the comforter off herself and just pulled the sheet up. I found that quite amusing, because I always did the same thing. Julia always complained that I messed up the bed, I got hot and didn’t like to feel a heavy weight on me when I slept.
I turned the light off and made my way to my side in complete utter darkness.
“Goodnight, Sebastian.” She whispered turning over away from me.
“Goodnight, Ysa.” I didn’t like that she turned away from me. I wanted to hold her. Fuck it. I moved next to her, grabbed her by the waist, and she immediately backed up into me like she had been wai
ting for me to grab her. She moved her hair to the top of her pillow and moved it more towards the middle. I laid my head on one side and she did on the other. My arm wrapped around her waist and my leg bent to lay on top of hers, she sighed in contentment and within minutes we were both sleeping.
I was the first to awake the next morning, we were still in the exact same position except the sheet was nowhere to be found and my body was being used as a blanket for Ysabelle.
Her hair was splayed all over her face and pillow, and her lips looked swollen from sleep. The camisole had risen to below her breasts and her ass was completely sticking out, I could see her hard nipples in broad daylight.
If it was even possible she looked even more beautiful in the morning. She looked innocent and peaceful. She started stirring her eyes, she looked at me and smiled.
“What is it with you and watching me sleep?”
“I can’t help it.” I grabbed her tighter and buried my face into her hair and neck.
“You’re so warm and soft.”
We laid like that for another hour coming in and out of sleep until it was time to get a move on. She made eggs, toast, and coffee for breakfast. We ate on the cockpit overlooking the water while I drove.
The rest of the day preceded the same as the day before. We ate, laughed, talked, and talked some more. She wore another barely there bikini, except this one was crème. I saw she had this theme going with her wardrobe, everything was white or crème and I couldn’t help and wonder if that was for my benefit, I didn’t call her out on it though.
She drove for a while and I took a nap in the sun. I awoke to her staring at me and she blushed when I caught her.
We were making good time and just about pass the Isla of Dominica; I was pleased to know that I still had another full day and two more nights with her.
She approached me on the front bow and handed me sunscreen.
“Will you put this on me?” She turned around untied the top and back straps of her bikini, put it to the side, and cupped her breasts.
She giggled, “Cat got your tongue?”
“You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing aren’t you?”
“It’s just my back, Sebastian. I mean I could let go of my breasts, its not like you haven’t seem them before. I’m playing nice and I don’t want to get darker. The sun eats my skin, honest.” She smiled innocently.
I slathered sunscreen all over her back and shoulders. If it was one thing that always did it to me, was the smell of sunscreen, and the smell of sunscreen on Ysabelle was a deadly combination.
I made sure she was protected on every inch of her body, I was being a gentleman and I didn’t want her to burn or so I told her.
She laid down on her stomach and opened up her iPad.
“What are you reading?” I asked.
“I’m not telling, you’ll make fun.”
“No I won’t, Scouts honor.” I said holding up my two fingers.
“Fine. It’s a romance. I love reading romance novels, cliché I know.”
“My my my, Ysabelle…are you telling me you read porn?”
“No! It’s romance.” She laughed.
“That’s just what women say in code for porn.”
“Nah uh, there’s a storyline, Sebastian. Porn doesn’t have storylines, I mean some do, they’re still awful.”
“What do you expect it’s porn you don’t watch it for the storyline. Julia hates-“ I caught myself before I finished that sentence.
She looked back down at her book and ignored my almost comment, “I love porn. I mean not the disgusting kind. I enjoy it,” she shrugged. “I especially love girl on girl porn.” Now that caught my attention.
“Really?” I tempted.
“Oh yeah, there is nothing like being with a woman. Don’t get me wrong I love men, yet, a woman is a one of a kind.” She continued looking at her book, like she didn’t just tell me she had been with women.
“Wait…did you just? Have you been?” I stuttered.
She threw her head back laughing, “of course, I’ve been with women.”
I didn’t say a word I just stared at her, I was pretty sure that my mouth might have been hanging open. I mean I had a few threesomes back in the day, I didn’t even think about Ysabelle being paid to do both men and women. It never even crossed my mind.
“It’s rude to stare, Sebastian. Why are you looking at me like that? Did you think being a VIP only included men? Women are just as sexual if not even more.” She stated.
“So then, are you bisexual?” I blurted out.
“How did I know that would be your next question? I swear men all think alike. I don’t consider myself anything. I’m in the business of giving satisfaction for all parties included and it doesn’t matter what’s in between their legs.”
I looked down at my hands, “Do you like being with women?” I sort of mumbled.
She laughed again, I was embarrassing myself, fuck it I didn’t care.
“I love being with women, but I love men more. That enough of an answer for you?”
“Mmm hmm. So…what kinds of other stuff have you done?” Trying to change the image of Ysabelle with women.
She chuckled, “Do you really want to know?” I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t really want to know, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“I’ve done it all, Sebastian. I’ll leave it that. You can let your imagination go wild.” She said smiling like the Cheshire cat. I got up to go drive the boat and walked away from her while she was still laughing. I needed to be away from Ysabelle. The thought of her and another woman being together and then all the other possibilities were too much of a visual for my cock and I.
The rest of the day went pretty quickly and before I knew it, it was dark again. We showered, changed, and ate dinner. I was happy to see her comfortable again, dressed in sexy relaxing clothes, and no makeup. She didn’t need it; she was beautiful without it. She had more of a tan even though I applied endless amounts of sunscreen throughout the day. Her hair was wild and curly and I fucking loved it.
We decided to play poker. Ysabelle was a poker queen; she even went as far as putting on a hat and sunglasses.
“Seriously?!” I protested.
“I don’t mess around with poker, Mr. Vanwell, I’ve been to Vegas too many times to not take it seriously. Besides, I don’t like to lose and my bluffing face sucks.”
We played for three hours straight and I lost every damn time. I blamed it on the alcohol; we had managed to go through an entire bottle of wine.
“What can I say Sebastian, I have a gift.” She stated looking at her nails.
“Oh I’ll show you a gift, little girl.” I reached for her before she had the chance to run away and threw her over my shoulder. I walked over to our bedroom smacked her on the ass, before tossing her on the bed.
“What are you going to do, Big Boy?” She taunted, looking sexy as hell with her hair all over the sheets.
I jumped on top of her and she shrieked, I caught myself before all my weight fell on her. I looked her in the eyes before kissing both her cheeks, her chin, and then kissed my way down her throat to between her breasts. Her breathing became uneven and she was slightly breathless. I pulled up her shirt and kissed her bellybutton.
All of a sudden, I switched it up and blew the loudest, longest raspberry on her lower stomach and she fidgeted and laughed uncontrollably. I held her down and started tickling her everywhere until I found her sweet spot, it was right in her inner top thigh. I dug my fingers in and tickled the hell out of her, she was screaming, kicking, and laughing all at the same time.
Her laugh was fucking contagious and I finally had to let go, falling over on my back laughing. She immediately gasped out of breath and scooted to the top of the bed, held her legs tight in her arms shielding her entire body from me.
“You’re an asshole! And a sore loser!” She panted out of breath.
I looked over at her and she was all sweaty and flushed, her shi
rt had fallen even lower off her shoulder and I could see the top of her breast. I had to adjust myself and move to lay beside her, she put her hands up in a surrendering motion.
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I wasn’t sure what the hell just happened, one minute we were playing cards, and then the next he was throwing me on the bed like he was going to do something. I waited anticipating his next move and when I felt his lips keep going lower and lower I thought finally I was going to feel his tongue on me.
Then out of nowhere, he started tickling me, no man had ever held me down and tickled me before, so I wasn’t quite sure how to react. He finally let go and I scooted up as far away from him as possible and held my hands up in a surrendering motion. The meaning behind that I didn’t know if he understood.
He smiled at me and my heart melted, “I’m crazy about your hair Ysa, I think you should wear it like that all the time. You look more exotic what’s your nationality?”
And…here came the questions. The one’s I didn’t even know how to answer.
“Umm, I’m not exactly sure.” I stated.
“Why is that?” He asked, with a curious face.
“My mom wasn’t known for sharing information, I didn’t know my father.”
“Where are you from?”
Great more questions…
“Around.”
“You know you aren’t known for an over share of information, either. I barely know two things about you. You know a lot about me, we aren’t on a level playing field here. Tell me something.” He insisted.
“I’m really not all that interesting, Sebastian. There’s not a lot to tell anyway. My life pretty much started when I became a VIP and I’ve been doing that for the last six years.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you’ve been with Madam that long.” I nodded.
“Maybe we should try to get some sleep it’s late.” I whispered, the look on his face said it all, he was disappointed. I didn’t want to answer anymore questions.
I scooted down and switched off the light. The quietness of being in the middle of the ocean, Sebastian’s soothing breaths, and the light sway of the boat left me feeling a little uneasy about the whole situation.