by Xyla Turner
My tongue came out to lick his long, thick member. Travis was not in the mood for games because his fingers were wrapped around my hair as he guided himself into my waiting mouth. He was thick so I had to open my mouth wider than usual and relax my throat because his length would have triggered my gag reflex.
“Shit, woman,” he muttered. “You're so fucking sexy.”
I grabbed onto his hips as he continued to rock in and out of my open mouth. In an attempt to take more and more of him, I rose so I was on my tippy toes and started to bounce up and down with Travis in my mouth.
He growled and held my hair tighter.
“Oh fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “Not yet.”
My hand moved between his legs so I could massage his balls and it sounded like a lion had entered the room, because that growl almost made me stop.
“Fuck,” Travis pulled out and let his milky seed fall between his fingers.
Looking at Travis, I started to lick up his essence. His eyes grew as he let me have my way. When I finished, I stood up and walked to the shower and turned it on.
I wished I’d known how fast the man recuperated because I wasn't ready for him to fuck me against the wall in the shower wetting all of my hair. I didn't complain because the man knew how to make a girl cum regardless of position, angle or access. When we finished I almost had a conniption because my hair had to go through all the labor of being dried, pressed and styled again.
“Black women really have these issues with hair?” Travis asked.
“Oh yes.” I was on round two of the flat iron with my thick, chemical-free hair. “No exaggeration.” I explained, “We all have different textures but some of us have thicker hair, tighter curls and if we don't take care of it properly, it can get damaged. My hair is long, so it can take a while. Some go natural, meaning they don't get it straightened or textured. There is always locks or sister locks or some people just let it go. The point, it's not as simple as wash and let it dry on the way. Not for me. I would look like an electrocuted porcupine.”
Unfortunately, Travis had just taken a drink when I said that last part and it squirted out of his nose and mouth when he burst into laughter.
“I swear to God, you're crazy.” He was still laughing.
“I'm serious.” I shrugged and kept laughing at the orange juice all over the floor.
The two of us finished breakfast, played tennis and planned to reconvene for lunch until my phone rang.
"Hello," I answered. "This is Bianca."
"Hi Bianca, this is Kenderly. I trust you are enjoying your stay?" Her sweet voice seemed to slide through the speaker.
"Yes, yes. I am."
"Great, if you are free, I am able to make up for yesterday and meet you in an hour," she offered.
"Oh, that'll be perfect." I jumped up. "I'll see you then."
"Wonderful. See you soon, Bianca." Kenderly hung up.
"Hey, I have to go for my consultation with Kenderly." I started to gather my things.
"You never told me what your fantasy was," Travis replied.
"You also never told me what yours was?" I answered. “Or how you got your scar.”
He sighed before he said, “A robbery went wrong, I tried to intervene when my ex was grabbed by the guys as collateral. The leader did not like this and took his time carving out pieces of my flesh to teach me a lesson while his goons held machetes to my head.” He shrugged. “That’s it in a nutshell. I fantasize things will be as they were before. Now share. I shared mine, so now you have to share yours," he bargained.
WOW.
I could not believe what I just heard.
"I’m sorry that happened to you. Uh, I'm recently divorced and didn't take it well, so my fantasy is to do it the right way. You know, I want to create the ultimate fantasy of being with someone who wants me for me. A relationship where my man makes me feel loved, adored and appreciated. I'm sure it sounds pathetic but it was a free gift from a friend and I plan to use it to the best of my ability."
Travis stared at me for a bit then he nodded his head as if he understood. He leaned back in his chair and asked, "So, are you bitter that you're divorced and he didn't want you or are you that jaded and naïve enough to think you'll never meet someone else?"
His words uncovered the very wound that I had tried to escape by coming to Indulgences. My ex didn't want me so I was left to pick up the pieces of my life. I was easily discarded, felt rejected, and was not happily divorced. It was quite the opposite, unhappily depressed is how I felt. To the point that during my therapy session, it was suggested that I get away and live out my fantasy by using my divorce settlement money.
Charles hadn't cheated that I was aware of, but just wanted out of the loveless marriage. Those were the words he used and the same one's that played over in my head time and time again.
Now, here sits the guy I had a one-night or one-day stand with questioning me about my level of bitterness and naiveties.
Ha.
Life didn't get better than this.
"I don't have to explain any of my actions to you," I sneered and walked off.
Travis remained where he was while I went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. After I had freshened up, I hurried to Kenderly's office. It was very open with huge picture windows overlooking the emerald blue ocean. There were large abstract images strategically placed throughout the space and the seats were comfortable yet professional.
"The Real Love Package is what you've chosen. Is that correct?" Kenderly asked me after we had settled in the seats.
"Yes, that's it." I was about to explain more but figured I'd share when asked.
"During your initial interview, you shared that you were recently divorced and wanted to experience the one thing you never felt in your marriage, which was love." She rubbed the back of her hand.
"That's correct," I confirmed.
It sounded pathetic just hearing it again and as much as I wanted to kick myself for even thinking of why I was actually on the island, I made myself believe that it was for a getaway. It was to free myself, so I could live. This was the one thing I could do for me.
"We have the perfect guy for you but due to the recent storms, his flight has been delayed," Kenderly shared. "However, we have extended your stay for the full two weeks at no extra charge, so you will be able to enjoy more time fulfilling your fantasy."
Oh my.
"Wow, that is great. Thank you so much," I exclaimed.
They knew I wasn't working and had no prior obligations outside of this vacation. So, extending my stay at no charge was perfect.
"Do you have any other request?" Kenderly asked with a small smile.
"No, not that I can think of right now."
"Well, if you do, please don't hesitate to contact me." Kenderly made a point to share her offer every time we spoke.
After leaving her luxurious office, I went to my room and laid down for a nap. When I arose, I ordered room service because there was no need to run into rude undesirables. Plus, my fantasy was about to come true and I garnered an extended vacation in the process.
Of all the exotic and extracurricular activities that Indulgences offered, they actually had basket weaving. Surprisingly, the class was almost full and to add to the weirdness, Mr. Rude-torious was present. I knew the island was small but I really wanted to get away from him. His last comment sent me into a bit of a tailspin, even after my meeting with Kenderly.
Moving to the far end of the class, I needed to be away from the man who had me screaming his name all through the night. My panties were wet just thinking about it but that was something that I needed to no longer give focus to at this point.
The class was instructional, so we were going through the basics of the course. There was an additional class tomorrow, if we wanted to move to the next phase. I found it to be very relaxing, so I'd make sure to take some classes when I returned to the states.
At the end of the class, I heard a voice beh
ind me that asked, "You get your fantasy yet?"
"No, it's coming." I kept packing up and refused to look at him.
Travis exhaled loudly and murmured something but I kept doing what I was doing and then stood up to leave.
"Bianca," he called.
"Yes," I answered while still walking towards the door.
"Look, I'm tryin' to, uh, say something." He reached out and grabbed my elbow. "Will you wait?"
"Hey, we're good. Okay?" I tried to pull away but he wouldn't budge. "I'm fine."
"Then why won't you look at me?" he whispered, so we weren’t making a scene. "Fuck, I'm a jerk. You already know this shit."
I turned around, effectively removing his hand from my body. "Yeah, but I also don't have to deal with it."
Travis put his hands in his pants pockets and stared at me as I walked away.
My fantasy was about to be fulfilled so this worked out best anyway.
Undertones: Chapter 4
Travis
Fuck.
Bianca was pissed and I didn't really know what to do about it. My ex and I would fuck past our issues because we both had something to gain from our union. Prestige, the ultimate power couple, and of course the regular ole' networking. We were slated to take the sports health business by storm but after the incident, I lost all of that.
My fantasy was simple, I wanted to regain it all. My stature, my ex, my career and prestige. It was fucking shallow but that was me. I'd never apologized for that and now with it being gone, I wasn't sure how to live my life. No thoughts of suicide or anything, but I didn't have a backup plan like if I weren't this, then I would be this. So, I came here so I could get that back if just temporarily. They worked miracles. I mean, hello, it's Indulgences. They were known for their fulfillment of fantasies.
My consultation was tomorrow morning and even though that was my focus, Bianca had become my priority and the fact that she was being indifferent was killing me. Nothing ever made me feel this way before; even the incident. It didn’t feel right, just letting it just go.
Bianca wasn't at the family-style dinner that evening, which simply wasn't the same anymore without her stealing my food. Justine said I never gave a fuck about anyone else’s feelings. Why that changed now was beyond me.
I made her a plate with lots of coconut shrimp and knocked on the door.
No answer.
There was a rustling nearby and at the shuttle drop-off, I watched as Bianca stepped off and turned around. She was wearing a long, tight red dress, her hair pinned up and long dangling earrings.
"Thank you so much for a great evening," she waved and smiled at whoever was hanging over the front seat.
What the fuck?
My legs were moving towards her before I could think of what I was going to do or say. By the time, I reached her, the doors had closed and the shuttle was driving off. She turned towards me with wide eyes.
"Travis," she called. "What are you doing?"
"Who the fuck was that?" I asked.
Yeah, my anger had surfaced to the top and none of this was about to be good.
"Excuse me?" Her head moved back.
"Who. Was. That?" I spoke slowly. "Where were you?"
Yup, I was not smart.
Bianca started moving towards me and her face was twisted in a cute way.
Livid but still cute.
"Listen, buddy. Let me tell you one damned thing. I'm not sure who the fuck you think you are but this is what we're not going to do. You don't question me. I don't explain anything to you." She was glaring at me. "Is that clear or do you need me to spell it out?"
"Fuck, Bianca," I growled. "I'm trying to apologize. I mean, I brought you dinner. I... FUCK!"
Nothing was coming out right and she was fucking with my head.
"I fucked up, okay." I sighed. "I didn't mean that earlier; can’t you just listen to me?"
Her eyes narrowed as she said, "I have listened."
"No, you've just been pissed and I'm trying to apologize," I countered.
"Yet," Bianca raised her voice. "You HAVEN'T apologized for shit."
I know there was a saying that men weren't too bright when it came to matters of women and at this moment, I totally understood it. She was light-years away from me and I had an above-average IQ. This was the shit I prided myself on but here she was, unraveling me.
Shifting my weight to my right leg, with her food in my hand, I said, "You're absolutely right. I'm sorry for being a jerk. I shouldn't have said that. You don't have to take it but I really wish you'd forgive me. I don't like that you're mad at me. We had fun last night, right? Let's keep having fun, till our fantasies of course."
"Honestly, I don't know. I didn't come here to be stressed or worried about people judging me for my fantasy. It's fucking, Indulgences Island, for Christ's sake. We all come here for something, so I take issue with being mocked or judged for my wish," Bianca answered me.
"Your fucking kidding?" I scoffed. "Know what my fantasy is, sweetheart? To become the arrogant, asshole I was before. No more looking like a beast, no more hiding my face, getting back with my ex-fiancée and us living our loveless yet productive lives out. I'm the pathetic one. Who wants to become their former arrogant self? If anything, we should want to evolve but I fucked up. There was no plan, except to be the jerk I was. So, I keep people away, I don't let them in or near me and I spend tens of thousands of dollars to have my dream come true and that's what it is. I'm pathetic. Your ex was just a fucking jerk who didn't know what he had and he'll regret that shit. Don't you worry; but for me." I laughed. "I'm a lost cause."
The glare was back on her face, when she stood on her tiptoes and hissed, "Don't you ever say that again. You're not a lost cause. Don’t say shit like that around me, okay?"
"You're too fucking sweet!" I smiled. "You deserve to be loved, cherished and worshiped."
She came back down from her toes and said, "From your mouth to God's ears."
"I brought you dinner." My arm lifted to show her the plate. "When I didn't see you at the hall, I thought maybe you were just avoiding me and not out with some other guy."
"Jealous?" She shook her head. "That's not a good look on you, Travis. You're an asshole remember. Where did my jerkish guy go? He doesn’t bring me dinner, he takes it away."
My eyes closed as a weight lifted from my chest and I burst out laughing. Bianca started walking towards her place and said, "I'm quite hungry, let's see what you got."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I followed behind her like a lost puppy who'd just found their owner and oddly enough, I was okay with that.
We spent the evening eating, laughing and driving the other to the brink of an orgasm and stopping. It was so fucking hot to get the other there and amazing to see how much the other person needed that release. It was empowering but also intimidating. Bianca could easily have me on edge by wagging her ass around, getting on her knees in front of me and licking her lips. She was so goddamn sexy, I just wanted to feast on her but then I'd lose. I ended up losing anyway because around midnight, I kept sucking even after she tapped out causing her to cum in my mouth, then I did it again and again.
It grew so hot and heavy, Bianca mounted me and started to move her ass all over my hard cock. There was no controlling her or that ass of hers but my hands holding on, her mouth on my face, especially my scarred eye, had me cumming inside of her tight channel. My heart seemed to have surged and it was more than just the high from an orgasm but with the comfort of peace. For once in my fucking life, bare and all, I just released and was at peace.
"Fuck," I bit her ear as her hands went through my hair. "What are you doing, woman?"
Bianca laughed and replied, "What are you doing?"
She was out of breath and her lips were caressing every part of my face.
"God," I exhaled.
"Yeah," she laughed.
That morning, I went for a run, cleaned up and met with Kenderly for our session.
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nbsp; The grayed-hair, couldn't have been a day over forty, woman asked me, "How are you enjoying your stay so far, Mr. Salvatore?"
"Oh, it's fucking great," I exclaimed. "I've done a lot of research on your endeavors here and I'm excited about beginning my fantasy."
"Yes," she smiled. "Most visitors are excited. We usually let them soak up the island first before jumping into the fantasy portion. It involves strategic details that are planned according to each guest, every situation may be slightly different. Yours is not so unique so your process is simple but the acceptance is hard."
The woman used her words very wisely and if you didn't pay attention, one could mistake the meaning.
"What do you mean, the acceptance is hard?" I asked. "Will I be able to go back to my former self or not?"
"It's not quite that simple, Mr. Salvatore," Kenderly informed me. "Going back to your former self is a state of mind more than it is fixing a physical deformity. The scar can go away but your mindset, well, that's another matter."
The scar was the problem and if that could go away then that's all that mattered. I'd get Justine back, my life back and be the real me.
"That's fine," I confirmed. "When will it start?"
"Yours will start the day after tomorrow. The specialist was delayed due to the tropical storms, so you have a couple of more days to enjoy everything Indulgences has to offer."
"Sounds good." I patted my thighs.
"I'll see you around." She stood up, effectively ending our meeting.
When I was about to leave, Antonio arrived. It seemed like he floated in, greeted me with a handshake and strode over to his partner and love, wrapped his arm around her waist to pulled her in for a long kiss. There was no doubt, that she was his, he was hers and this was theirs. Nobody was let in and nothing would get out between the two of them.
I never had that.
Just two people who loved each other unconditionally, no matter what. It was too late now but at that moment, I envied Kenderly and Antonio.
Just that moment.