SEA ORPHAN

by J. KRAMER

  He gazed at her for a moment. Their eyes were on the same level, her high heels almost making her as tall as he was. “Melinda, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Please don’t apologize,” she said in a husky voice. “I rather enjoyed the kiss. I must warn you. I don’t usually indulge in this sort of thing with my clients.”

  “It was my fault. I feel so frustrated, so angry, I guess it acts as a sexual stimulant.”

  “Ah—and here I thought it was my body that excited you.”

  She was flirting with him openly, Lucien realized, and suddenly his need was too great. He reached for her and without protest she stepped into his waiting arms. Silently he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He watched as she unbuttoned the jacket, took it off and threw it on the floor, her breasts spilling free. As he’d suspected, she wore no bra underneath. The skirt came next.

  Lucien kicked off his jeans and joined her, his cock now throbbing with desire, but his heart didn't answer that desire. This was pure lust. His cock needed relief. His heart and soul wouldn’t find it until he held Becky in his arms. Melinda’s bush was inky black. He could hardly see her cleft through the thick curls until she opened her legs for him. Small breasts poked up at the ceiling, the nipples small and very dark. The aureoles were so large they almost covered half her breasts. Like a wild man he climbed between her legs, grasped her by the hips and shoved his cock into her. His heart hammered within his heaving chest as he slammed into her time and time again, hardly hearing her cries for more. His hands kneaded the small breasts. It wasn’t Melinda’s voice he heard; Melinda’s breasts he fondled or her nipples he sucked. Becky’s face swam before his eyes, Becky’s body and Becky’s breasts. Just before he came he pulled his cock out of her vagina and spilled his semen on her flat belly. He grunted as the pearly liquid settled in a pool around her bellybutton. Then he collapsed on the bed next to her.

  “Wow,” said Melinda softly. “That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. It’s a pity you’re taken, Lucien Moore. I could easily fall in love with you.”

  Lucien’s breathing eased. “I’m sorry. It should never have happened,” he said softly. “I love Becky and I used your body to take my frustrations out on.”

  “Well, you can take those frustrations out on me anytime you like.” Melinda rolled onto her side and leaned on her arm. She gazed down into his troubled eyes. “I’ll try and find her for you, Lucien. I promise.” But if I don’t find her, she thought, maybe you’ll be mine.

  Lucien watched Melinda as she climbed off the bed and stood beside it. She was tall, willowy and her hair, now loose from the pins, fell in heavy inky waves down to her waist. “I’d like to paint you some day,” he murmured. “Would you consider posing for me?”

  “I’d be honored. When would you like to start?”

  “After we find Becky. And that reminds me. When those bastards abducted her, they also stole three large paintings of Becky.”

  “How large?”

  “At least six by four feet.”

  “Portrait or full length?”

  “Full length and they were nudes.”

  “Mm, if they surface that might give us a lead.” Her fingers swiftly coiled her hair back into a French roll. “I’ll be leaving you then, Lucien. I’ll get in touch with you as soon as I find out something.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Becky woke up because an arm almost strangled her and a leg was wrapped tightly around her body. “Lucien,” she murmured sleepily. “Lucien, are you awake?” She removed the arm from her neck and opened her eyes to see Juanita’s face close to hers. “That’s strange. Why do I keep dreaming about the painter?” she said softly.

  Juanita stirred, opened her eyes and smiled up at Becky. “You are so pretty,” she said. “Now you are my sister.”

  Becky laughed. “An unlikely pair of sisters, you’re so dark and I’m so fair. How do you feel, Juanita? Are you sore? I’d better have another look at your anus.” Becky threw back the quilt and sat up. “Open your legs so I can take the towel out,” she told Juanita. The towel had a little blood on it, but not very much. Becky sighed with relief. She’d been afraid that Gavin had done serious damage to the girl, but everything seemed okay. “I’ll get some clean water and will wash you again. I wish we could remove the lock. Do you know where Gavin keeps the key?”

  “Yes. In drawer of nightstand.”

  “I’ll go and get it.”

  Now very much aware of her nudity, Becky wrapped a towel around her body before going to their cabin. She opened the door softly and heard Gavin’s snore. Happy that he was asleep, she quickly tiptoed to the nightstand and opened the drawer. The key was on a silver chain and easily visible.

  Gavin stirred when she removed it. Becky froze and watched him but he continued to sleep. With a wry smile she noticed that even while sleeping his cock was erect. The man certainly had a problem. Why didn’t she notice any of this when she was dating him? Quickly she left the cabin and rushed back to Juanita’s cabin.

  Locking the door behind her, she held the key up triumphantly. “I’ve got it.”

  “If Master Gavin wakes up, he’ll be so angry.”

  “I don’t care. We need to take that lock off and clean you properly or you’ll get an infection. Do you still have a headache?”

  “Yes, head hurt bad.”

  “Why don’t you take another aspirin?”

  “Thank you,” said Juanita while reaching for the aspirin bottle. “You get water, I get aspirin.” She opened the bottle and poured the tablets onto the sheet. As she picked up two of them she examined them closely. “Becky, this one sleeping tablet, not aspirin.”

  Becky stopped pouring the water and swiveled around. “I thought they were different kinds so I didn’t take any notice. How do you know they’re sleeping tablets?”

  “Master Gavin take sleeping pills. He take uppers and downers and sometime he not sleep so he take sleeping pill. I know. I give to him.”

  “That’s why I’ve been so tired lately. Gavin must have been giving me sleeping pills. I wonder why?”

  “Maybe because he have sex with Juanita? He not want you to know.”

  “I see. That’s why I wake up feeling sore in the morning? He plays with me, too? Well, Juanita, Gavin is a stranger to me because I don’t remember anything so I don’t really care if he’s mad. I’m very angry with him.”

  “Juanita love Gavin.”

  Becky felt shocked. “So you don’t care what he does? You forgive him for being with me?”

  “Yes,” said Juanita in a small voice.

  “I don’t forgive or forget and he’ll know it,” Becky said firmly. “Now let’s get you cleaned up properly.”

  Inserting the key into the tiny lock she removed it gently and threw it aside. Parting the cleft felt strange and sent shivers down her spine. As she’d suspected, the cleft was filled with congealed semen. Carefully, she cleaned between the folds until the cleft was clean. The little rings posed a problem. Becky felt like tearing them out as she sponged carefully at the same time thinking about the rings in her own.

  “There. It’s clean except for your vagina. I see some stuff in there,” she said while inspecting Juanita’s vagina. “You really shouldn’t be wearing that lock. It isn’t healthy.” Parting the inner lips she wound the washcloth around her finger and inserted it into the vagina. The pink flesh pulsed against her finger. She had to wash the opening several times before the washcloth came away clean. Discarding it, she inserted her finger into the pulsing warm flesh and felt. She was curious what it felt like to feel another woman’s private parts.

  “Mm, Juanita like,” murmured the girl and arched her hips so that Becky’s finger slid in all the way.

  Becky felt strangely excited. What would it feel like to make love to this girl? To have Juanita’s fingers play with her? Her breathing came in shallow gasps as she felt her clitoris answer, her vagina throb as if asking for loving tendern
ess and she climbed into the bed beside Juanita.

  Juanita turned on her side and gazed at Becky’s breasts, the swollen nipples. She took a breast in each hand and squeezed it gently then licked the sore nipples with her pink tongue.

  Becky sighed. It was as if Juanita’s saliva acted as a balm. Juanita took a nipple into her mouth. She didn’t suck but ran her tongue around it, steadily causing weird sensations through Becky’s body. Without realizing it, her fingers started to move within Juanita’s vagina, played with the throbbing clitoris, dug deeper until she felt something that was like a little pear, small, slippery. Somehow she knew it was the uterus. That excited her even more. Though she’d masturbated often, she’d never felt that deep inside. She couldn’t because she couldn’t reach. This was like exploring new territory.

  Becky stopped for a moment. I masturbated? She thought. I can’t remember, but somehow I know I did. She felt Juanita’s fingers between her smarting cleft and entering her vagina. It felt good, gentle, soothing.

  “Come on top of Juanita,” said Juanita softly. “Let me lick you, Becky.”

  Their bodies molded perfectly together because they were the same height. Becky’s face was close to Juanita’s clit. When Juanita’s legs spread wide Becky buried her face between the girl’s legs and began to lick the juices that flowed from the vagina. It tasted sweet, musky and sent thrill after thrill through her body. At the same time she felt Juanita’s tongue flick in and out of her vagina, Juanita’s fingers were inside her anus and her body was on fire. She copied Juanita’s every move, thrilled at the orgasms the girl had under her tongue and fingers. Neither of them heard the door open.

  “Good thing I have an extra key,” said Gavin. “Now this is what I like to see.”

  Startled, Becky rolled off Juanita and sat up to see Gavin open the zipper of his shorts and masturbate. His hand moved swiftly, his eyes were wild as he advanced to the bed and gazed down at the two women. “Don’t stop,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  Becky stopped but Juanita didn’t. It obviously excited her to have Gavin watch them.

  “Juanita, please stop,” Becky hissed trying to pull away from the girl’s clinging arms. When Juanita didn’t stop, Becky squirmed loose and jumped off the bed, ignoring the sudden stab of pain between her legs. Her breasts heaved with the anger she felt at Gavin. “Get out,” she shouted. “Leave us alone.”

  Gavin smiled lazily. “You excite me even more when you’re angry, Becky,” he drawled between gasps.

  When Becky pushed past him and tugged at the door, she felt his come land on her buttocks. Nausea suddenly overwhelmed her at this whole sick situation. “How the hell could I ever have married you?” she shouted while she pulled open the door and dashed out. Gavin’s haunting chuckles followed her to the master cabin. She almost fell into it. After shutting the door and turning the key in the lock, she leaned against it, her breath coming in short gasps, her breasts still heaving. Angry tears dripped onto her nipples, their salt stinging the inflamed area. It brought her back to sanity. She gazed down at the rings and turned toward the mirrors, her fingers fumbling to try and undo them. The rings were stuck. Carefully she tried to turn them but she couldn’t see how to open them.

  To relieve the pain she went to the bathroom and had a shower. Her nipples and cleft throbbed as the warm water poured down her body until slowly the sore areas started to feel better. After she finished showering she wrapped herself in a towel and sat on the side of the bed. “Who am I?” she asked aloud. “Why did I ever marry a man like Gavin? Surely, just because I’ve lost my memory, my character wouldn’t change overnight?”

  An overwhelming feeling of loneliness attacked her. She had no one in the world, no family, or friends—just Gavin. Lying down and curling into a fetal position she cried softly.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  "Soon as we step onto dry land, I want you to have a full beauty treatment. That hair of yours is so damaged by the sun it looks like straw,” said Gavin.

  Becky watched the mooring of the boat. Without looking at him she said, “I feel fine. I don’t need a beauty treatment and my head is still tender from the fall.”

  “I want you to arrive home as the lady you are, not looking like a ragamuffin.”

  Becky had no interest in arguing with him any more than she already had. The last two days had been hell. Gavin didn’t hide his sexual interest in Juanita anymore and had sex with the girl right in front of Becky and Harry on several occasions. Harry didn’t seem to care but Becky did. Disgusted at Juanita’s willingness to please Gavin’s every whim, she’d leave the lounge or the deck, wherever the sex took place and she’d go to a different area. All she wanted was to be alone. Though Juanita was nice to her now, the girl sucked up to Gavin and hardly talked to Becky.

  Now, she couldn’t wait to go to the place he called home. She had no idea if she had any money of her own, if she even had a bank account. To hire a lawyer and file for divorce, she’d need money. She also wanted to see a doctor because her stomach was acting up lately, and she needed help to remove the offending rings from her body. Once on land, at least she could call a taxi or even drive her car if she owned one. If she had money, she could leave Gavin first and then set the divorce into motion.

  Becky closed her eyes for a moment. Her head ached from too much thinking and trying to uncover the hidden memories of her past. The lightning flashes of pictures she kept seeing meant little, they didn’t tell her enough about the past. What she needed to know is who she’d been before, where she came from, who her parents were and if she had any other family.

  “Say good-bye to the ‘Queen’ for the time being,” said Gavin. “We’re going ashore.”

  The marina teemed with activity. Becky noticed a large fast food restaurant that overlooked the water and suddenly the nausea subsided and she longed for a burger and fries. The food aboard the boat had been good, but it was all too fancy. She longed for just ordinary food, something greasy.

  “Gavin, I’m suddenly starving. Can we stop at that restaurant to eat something?” she asked.

  “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t eat there if someone paid me.”

  “Why not?”

  “All they serve is fast food. I’m not into hamburgers and stuff.”

  “I am. You don’t have to eat anything.”

  Gavin glanced at Becky. He had to try and get on her good side again. Her talk of divorce was becoming annoying, especially since there could be no divorce. At all cost he had to keep her away from a telephone and would have to keep a close eye on her. Soon as they were home, he’d assign her a bodyguard. “Okay, if you crave a burger I guess I can stand listening to screaming kids for a while.”

  “Don’t you like children?”

  “Nah. Never had any patience for snotty little brats.”

  “So we planned to never have children?” Becky asked while entering the restaurant.

  “No, you didn’t want kids,” Gavin lied. “Let’s sit out on the patio. It’s less noisy there.”

  I love children, thought Becky. At least I know that much. I can’t imagine marrying a man who didn’t want a family. Then again, I can’t even imagine marrying a sex crazed man, period. Something is wrong here. I just wish I knew what it was. Aloud she said, “Okay, the patio would be nice.”

  Becky devoured the burger. The large platter was piled so high with fries that she couldn’t eat all of it. Gavin had watched her without saying a word. Every now and then Becky glanced at a couple at the next table. They had three children, one of them a baby. They were a happy little family, the children squealing with delight when their desert was served. The baby had an ice cream cone and his little face was soon covered in chocolate ice cream. “Isn’t he adorable?” she couldn’t help saying.

  Gavin scowled. “Those brats are getting on my nerves. Are you finished?”

  “That banana split looks delicious,” said Becky wistfully glancing at a heaped dish of ice cream and banana.

 
“I’ll ask cook to make you a banana split at home. Come on, let’s go.”

  When they left the restaurant Becky noticed a limousine pull up. A tall chauffeur got out. “Mr. Roarke. Good to see you back,” he said while saluting.

  “It’s great to be back. This is Mrs. Moore. Take us to ‘Features’, Randy.”

  “Features?” asked Becky.

  “A huge beauty salon. They’ll give you the works.”

  “I don’t want…”

  “But I do.”

  Becky didn’t dare argue with him because she knew it was of no use at this point. She had to bide her time and be very cautious. First she needed papers, a passport, a birth certificate before she could even prove who she was. Where was she born? Gavin had never told her. All he’d told her was that she was an Australian living in the States and that’s where he’d met her.

  It annoyed her that Gavin waited for her while she had her hair styled, a facial and her nails manicured. He sat in the waiting room. Every now and then he’d glance over the top of the magazine to stare at her.

  Very carefully, Becky watched how the beautician applied her make-up. Gavin told me I was a model before I married him. Wouldn’t I know how to do all this? She wondered. And wouldn’t these girls know me? Is this the first time I’ve been in this salon?

  Four hours later she walked out of the salon to the waiting limo. She had to admit that she looked a hundred percent better with her hair styled, make-up and manicured nails. She felt a different woman and her new look gave her more confidence.

  Once they were inside the limo, Gavin opened the bar and poured a whisky. “Would you like a drink, Becky?”

  “I think by now you know I don’t drink.”

  “You had some champagne.”

  “Only once and I didn’t like it. Don’t try to force alcohol on me, Gavin. I don’t like the stuff.”

  “You used to like it, but whatever you say. By the way, you look beautiful. Much like the old Rebecca I fell in love with.”