Prison of Tides

Chapter 16 - Visit

Raymond's Point of View 

     Through the glass, Jacob De Luca stared at me, awaiting my decision.

    "Raymond Mitchell. Murderer. Human trafficker. r****t. Stalker. Kidnapper. Traitor."

     "Why would I plead guilty to these charges when I have the chance to take back what's mine?"

     Without a word, he pressed a photo into the pane.

     Cherry, dancing with him, his hand pressed firmly into the small of her back. She smiled up at him, bruises having faded, her mark covered by a tattoo.

     While Cherry had never satisfied me the way Jasmine did, I had quite enjoyed breaking her, and there was something special about her. With Jasmine, I had to be careful. No real damage. She was to bring forth my children, and I could do nothing to risk that. But Cherry - her cries of anguish while I did whatever I pleased to her, her agony as the other men did the same - it was another feeling entirely, another type of love. She was mine as much as Jasmine was. I needed her almost as much as I needed Jasmine.

     Seeing the look on my face, he replaced that picture with another.

     Jasmine, adorned in a wedding gown, standing with that prince before a high priestess. Though her lace neckline obscured the image, I could see that she, too, had a tattoo covering my name.

     I gritted my teeth, seething. He had married her. He had seen her c*m on my c**k, crying with pleasure for me, yet he still married her. She was mine, her body was mine, to do with what I wished. He had seen that for himself.

     As much as I had enjoyed watching her erotic encounters with others of my choosing, she had belonged to me. I had never been harder than watching her c*m while I marked her as mine. And now the b***h had covered it up. Trying to erase me, to remove our time together.

     The picture of her at the altar with Cherry by her side sent me into rage. I stood, screaming as I hit the glass over the picture again and again.

     He didn't even flinch.

     "Neither of them belong to you. Even if by some miracle you were found not guilty, there is nothing waiting for you on the outside. We both know you did it. Plead guilty and avoid the shame a trial will bring you."

     A trial. Another chance to see them, possibly my last. Another chance to smell them, to touch them if I played my cards correctly. I had no preconceived notions that I would get out. I just wanted to see that my property still came at my beck and call.

     I laughed. "Not guilty. Tell your precious King that I will see them all in court."

     Jacob stood to leave.

     "Oh, and by the way - that w***e's screams sounded amazing when I ripped her open. Remember that if you bed the slut."

     He gave no visible reaction as he turned and left the visitor's area.

Jasmine's Point of View 

     I sipped my champagne, naked in the hot tub that jutted out over the frigid sea. Steam rose from my body into the air, picturesque against the backdrop of the snow covered mountains that dotted the northern coast. The morning mist cast a blue-grey tinge on everything. I was captivated by the beauty that surrounded me.

     Caspian joined me in the tub, his arm draping over my shoulder as we enjoyed the view. It was so serene here. The yacht had arrived at port early this morning, and to my elation, my husband revealed that we were spending the weekend at a couple's spa retreat. I lay my head on his shoulder, relaxing in the warmth around us.

     I heard him sigh contentedly, looking up to see him watch the snow falling over the water. I made my way to the edge of the tub, eager to get a closer look.

     I felt his hands on my waist as he moved towards me, hugging my body to his. His kiss in my hair caused me to be the one to sigh this time. When he wrapped his arms around my waist, I covered his hands with mine, and he held me tighter while we took in the majestic view.

     We stayed there until the snow began to fall heavily.

     "Come, my love. Let's go back in."

     He took my hand, helping me out of the jacuzzi. I shivered; the air was chilly after the warmth of the water. I felt his eyes on me. I returned the gaze, appreciating every beautiful piece of him. The softness in his strength.

     Before I knew it, I was in his arms, and he was carrying me to the large shower, practically a room in and of itself. The warm water flowed from multiple showerheads. He took a step towards me, his hand reaching out to cup my face, the other on my hip.

     His kiss was slow and passionate. It felt as though he was kissing my soul itself, not just my lips.

     As his body pressed against mine, I felt my back against the wall, felt both of his hands on my waist. My own hands were on his shoulders, feeling his muscles, so slick under the stream of water.

     I kissed his neck, his chest, his shoulders before my hands dipped lower, brushing against him. He gasped at the touch, his face so perfect as the water dripped from his hair onto my breasts. Caspian's hands were on my thighs then, lifting my legs around his waist, holding me tightly to him as he slipped into me.

     He filled me so completely.

     "Caspian," I whispered, my arms holding tightly around his neck. He kissed me as he took me slowly, so slowly, setting a slow burn to my body.

     "Oh, Jasmine," He breathed into my mouth between his kisses. "I'm yours. I love you. I need you. Say that you're mine, too."

     "I love you, Caspian. I belong to you." I sighed as he merged with the deepest parts of me, causing me to whimper as he reached that spot again and again. I started to tighten around him.

     "Not yet, my love," He whispered, his lips on my ear. "I'm not through making love to you."

     He turned me around then, one hand holding my breast and the other resting on my throat. My chest was flush with the wall as he slipped inside me again, this time hitting different, more sensitive places in me. I started to cry out, trying to contain my orgasm as he kissed my shoulders. I held onto the wall, turning my face into it as I tried to keep a grip, tried to control myself.

     "Jasmine." His breath on my back caused me to shudder, his hands so tender on me.

     Listening to him moaning my name as he took me, I came, feeling myself throbbing around him. He groaned as he shot inside of me, his mouth planting delicate kisses all over my back.

     We stayed in the shower together until our legs decided to work again. Her turned the water off and wrapped my hair in a towel, so softly, before taking me by hand to the bed, where we ate breakfast and drifted off for a short nap. We had worn each other out, after all. 

Jacob’s Point of View

     Waiting for Cherry in the main living room, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had told me the night before. How could he have made fun of her like that? She was breathtakingly beautiful, and it wasn’t her fault someone hurt her. Besides, all p*****s looked different. Some were wonderfully lopsided, labias hanging out, with puffy lips. The uniqueness of them made them all the better, not something to run away from or mock. I was glad he was out of her life. Even though I couldn’t be with her, I would make sure her next partner took care of her, treated her like the queen she was.

     She entered the room, black pants hugging her long, thin legs and black stilettos on her feet. Her purple, short sleeved blouse showed just a hint of cleavage, and her curls were pulled away from her face.

     “Good morning, Jacob.” Her lips were less red than the night before, perfectly painted as they curled into a smile.

     “Good morning.” I smiled back at her, refraining from adding ‘beautiful’ to that sentence. “How’s the hangover?”

     She shrugged. “Nothing a little coffee and ibuprofen didn’t fix. Feel as good as new. You?”

     “No hangover. Just ready to be able to tell people that I’m a model.”

     She grinned at me, opening a sketchbook and taking out a few pencils. “Remember, you promised to cherish this not-trash forever.”

     “Yes, I remember.” I fully intended to keep my promises to her.

     She got to work, eyes squinting as she pulled her legs up on the couch beside her. Her tongue stuck out when she concentrated, her eyes squinting in those moments. She took out some colored pencils and started shading. I watched her as she focused, as her eyes flickered up to me for a moment before back down to her creation. 

     “Alright, I think I’m finished.” She looked up at me, biting her lip. A strand of her red hair fell, and I resisted the urge to lean across the coffee table and play with it.

     “Can I see?” She set the drawing on the table between us and turned it to face me. The two of us, dancing at the wedding, her twirling under my arm. I couldn’t contain my smile, knowing she’d cherished that moment, as well. “It’s beautiful, Cherry. Thank you.” 

     She smiled, tucking the piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re welcome.”

     I stood and held my hand out to help her up. “We’ve got an errand to run.”

     She let me pull her up before looking towards me. “Where are we going?”

     “To get a frame. I figured we can go grab some lunch afterwards.”

     She smiled for a second before she paused. “Why don’t we come back here and make something for lunch?”

     Frowning, I looked back at her. “Why?”

     “I don’t have any money for lunch.”

     I took her hand. “I promised to be a gentleman, remember? A gentleman never lets a lady pay. Come on, babygirl.  Wherever you want.”

     She giggled and started walking with me again. “Well, since you did promise to be a gentleman, I can’t really argue, can I?”

     “Nope. No arguing. Let’s go.”

Caspian’s Point of View

     I held Jasmine as tightly as I could, knowing all too well how easily I had lost her before. I would cherish every moment with her from here on out. I took her to lunch, a couple’s massage, to get facials. She deserved the best.

     Back in the room, the sun had faded, and the moon was rising. Jasmine, clothed only in a fluffy white robe, rubbed lotion on those chubby legs of hers. I felt an idea coming on.

     “Jasmine?”

     She looked up at me, smiling. “Yes, dear?”

     “You remember when you broke the rules earlier, how you had an orgasm after I told you not to?”

     She nodded, beginning to blush.

     “You remember what happens when you break the rules?”

     She nodded again, that adorable pink on her cheeks spreading.

     "Good. You broke the rules, so you know that I have to punish you now."

     I sat beside her on the bed, pulling her over my lap and pushing up the robe to reveal her behind.

     “With every spanking, you’re going to count and tell me ‘Thank you, Sir.’ Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Sir.” Her face was cherry red.

     I pet her hair for a minute. “Good girl.”

     I opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a crop, bringing it down on her rear, teasing her with the light tap.

     “One. Thank you, Sir.”

     I brought it down again, a little harder this time.

     “Two. Thank you, Sir…”

     Before long, she was moaning and squirming. I put my arm across her back, pinning her to my lap. I wanted her to beg for me first.

     This time, I spanked her lightly between her legs.

     "Ten.. oh Sir, please take me again. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

     I shook my head and pulled her hair lightly until she was looking up at me. "You forgot something, princess."

     "Thank you, Sir."

     I brought it to her center again, and this time she whimpered.

     "Eleven… Thank you, Sir… please…"

     I spread her open and watched her, tracing the small crop over her red behind.

     “Are you going to behave yourself now, princess?

     “Yes, Sir.” She bit her lip as I slipped my finger into her, admiring how soaked she was as she used all her efforts not to come. “I promise, I’ll be a good girl this time.” I felt myself become even harder against her chest.

     I popped her cheeks once more, and she began thrashing as I moved my finger in a circle inside of her.

     “Twelve… Thank you Sir… Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you, Please Sir, please take me Sir.” The need on her face and desperation in her voice was enough for me. I ripped off her robe and tossed her face down onto the bed, lifting her hips to place a pillow beneath them. I had the perfect angle.

     I had no self control as I slipped into her, her high pitched whines filling my ears.

     “Do you like that, princess?”

     “Yes, Sir…” She panted.

     “You like Sir’s d**k inside your tight little p***y?”

     She was clawing at the bedsheets in an effort to please me this time, trying so hard to maintain the self control I demanded of her. “Yes, Sir… Oh, you feel so good… Please don’t stop, Sir!” I felt her starting to clench.

     At her cries, I pulled her hair until I could see her face, begging for more of me. I stopped moving. Gods, how she tempted me, pushing back onto me, trying to get more. Needing me to keep taking her. I held her in place, preventing her from taking any more than I wanted to give.

     I pushed in as slowly as I could, and her whimpers filled my ears. “You’re going to finish when I tell you to, Princess. You promised to be a good girl, remember?” I brought my hand down, spanking her pink rear once more.

     “Thirteen… Thank you, Sir.” I don’t think I’d ever heard her voice so high pitched before. I decided to make things more interesting. See how much she could take without finishing again. I pulled a mid-sized butt plug out of the drawer, putting lube on it before sticking it into her behind.

     She cried out, her legs twitching. She got even wetter around me. I kept moving slowly, teasing her, loving the primal sounds of her trying to control herself. My own need became stronger, and finally, I began taking her as I had before. Her toes and fingers were curled beneath me. My sweet Jasmine, trying so hard to do what I asked her to.

     I was ready to give her what she needed.

     “Come for me, Jasmine. Finish on Sir’s cock.”

     “Oh, Sir, thank you..” She was crying, her whole body twitching. “Come inside me, Sir, please…”

     Oh, f**k. I kissed her neck, biting her shoulder as I finished in her before collapsing, layering her back with kisses as her orgasm continued to rip through her.

     "Jasmine," I mumbled, my voice muffled as my face pressed into the small of her back, my fingers tracing her skin. "Oh, f**k, Jasmine."

     I made my way to the top of the bed where I pulled her into my arms and held her, kissing her and running my hands through her hair. Her own mouth kissed my chest, my neck, my mouth. Her sighs of content filled my heart. I had given her what she needed, and got something I never knew I needed in return -- her submission.

     After a blissful, timeless eternity,she spoke. "How would you feel about a nice, long soak in the hot tub?"

     I linked my fingers with hers. “I would feel amazing about that, my love.”

     I climbed into the tub with her, watching the evening snow over the crisp sea.

Cherry’s Point of View

     In Jasmine and Caspian’s absence, I found myself spending more and more time with Jacob, surprised by how at ease I felt with him. Over the past week, we played pool, went swimming regularly, went out to bars. He even played drunk twister with me, which had left us both a laughing mess on the floor when his foot slipped out from under him, bringing us both to the ground.

     That night, he dragged me out to karaoke. I resisted at first, but those chocolate eyes of his managed to persuade me. We rode in his sleek, red sports car to the karaoke bar.

     “In the interest of your health and wellbeing, I should let you know that my singing sounds more like a yowling cat in heat.”

     He laughed, smiling at me from the driver’s seat. “It can’t be any worse than mine. Besides, the point of karaoke isn’t to sound good. It’s to hit a ten on the cringeometer.”

     “Cringeometer?” I raised a brow.

     “It’s a game. Whoever makes the audience cringe the most wins.”

     “Oh, so you want to turn this into a competition then, huh?”

     “Absolutely.”

     “What do we win, then?”

     He scratched his head. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead, babygirl.” There it was again. Babygirl. I don’t know why it made my cheeks burn, but it did. Jacob hadn’t made a move of any sorts, but I enjoyed spending time with him too much to believe that whatever we had going on was merely friendship. Still, I hesitated to voice that thought. If he was interested, the only indication was his pet name for me.

     “I know what it should be.”

     “Oh? What’s that?” He asked, grinning at me.

     “Loser has to sing a song that the winner chooses.”

     “I’ll show no mercy, Cherry,” He laughed as he spoke.

     I smirked. “Neither will I.”

     After a particularly painful rendition of My Heart Will Go On from Jacob that received a plethora of booing from the audience, it was my turn. I held my head high as I walked towards the platform and took the microphone, knowing I'd made a bold choice in song.

     “This song goes out to the motherfucker who just busted our eardrums!” I pointed at Jacob, who proudly lifted his glass and took a sip of his lone beer.

     Cola came on. I gave it my all, moving my hips slowly as I belted out the lyrics, and I took a bow when I heard an audience member yelling.

     “Get the f**k offstage! You just broke my glass!”

     I couldn’t contain my laughter when I looked up to see that sure enough, his glass was in pieces on the man’s table. I noticed Jacob pretending to wince, his mouth parted slightly, but there was another expression on his face. One I hadn’t seen before. As I made my way back to the table, he shook his head.

     “You tried to warn me.”

     “I did.”

     “You tried to prepare me for this, but I didn’t listen.”

     “Nope.”

     “I accept defeat. You win. Lay it on me.”

     “I think I’m going to make you wait to find out.”

     I walked to the DJ’s booth and added his name to the list, prompting someone to throw a handful of peanuts at me.

     “Don’t worry folks, this is for my friend! I’m finished, I promise!”

     Jacob had his head down on the table, laughing while groaning into the wood. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

     “Yes sir. I should let you know that I can be a bit competitive.”

     “I see that.”

     His name was called, and the music started playing.

     “This one’s for babygirl back there, who has won a bet that she is a worse singer than I am!” I giggled as the other bar goers chuckled, realizing that this just may be fun after all.

     “It hadn’t been for cotton eyed Joe…”

     I stood up. “You’ve gotta dance, Jake! Do the dance!”

     Before long, everyone was chanting. “Do the dance!”

     He glared at me as he skipped around the stage, bobbing his head to the music. By the time he finished and we left the bar,  I was grabbing my stomach, tears rolling down my cheeks.

     “What do we say, Jake?”

     He sighed, feigning remorse. “Cherry wins the cringeometer contest.”

     “Yes, I do.”

     We were at the car, and he stopped halfway through opening the passenger door for me. His cocoa eyes seemed to see directly through mine, and I heard my heart beating over the noise coming from the bar as he leaned closer to me, his head dipping down. My lips parted as my hands found themselves on his waist. I felt my eyes close, expecting to feel his lips, but instead, I realized he was resting his forehead on mine.

     “Cherry,” He whispered, his fingers tracing my arm.

     “Yeah?” I had goosebumps from his touch.

     He was quiet, his nose brushing mine. I could feel his breath on me, and I tilted my head up, wanting so badly to kiss him with his lips less than hair's width away from mine. After a minute, he swallowed. “It’s late. I should probably get you back home.”

     He didn’t look at me when he pulled away, leaving me wondering what the hell had just happened.

     I tried to push it out of my mind on the car ride home, telling him I was tired as soon as we arrived at the palace. I knew it was silly of me to feel this strongly about him - I barely knew him. The refusal of his kiss left an ache in my chest, followed by humiliation at the song I'd chosen in a humiliating attempt at seduction. I should have known that I was too damaged for him. That while we’d never talked about what happened, he was aware of how I came to be at the castle. I decided that the next day, I would play it off, pretend that moment never happened.

     I didn’t get any sleep that night, clutching the pillow to my chest in a failed attempt to soothe the all too familiar pain of rejection.