Island Of Bliss
I needed to get out of Quebec and fast. Having made it from Newfoundland (and out of range of my new stepfather), I was headed to a friend’s house on the Island of Orleans, known around here as Ile d’Orleans. Now, I just needed to find an escort.
Spying a camera slung around some guy’s neck, I lowered my shades and grinned when he did the same. Pushing my wavy red hair out of my face, I sauntered up to him and said, “Hi, I’m Ginger. What’s your name?”
Not waiting for a response, I slipped my arm through his and said, “Walk with me. What’d you say your name was?”
“James. Where are your parents, Ginger?”
I grinned, “I just turned twenty-one. Get me to the bridge and I’ll prove it.”
Since we were already headed that way, he frowned, “You don’t even look sixteen. No.”
I ignored his shaking head and pulled out my ID. Thrusting it at him, I hissed, “Look, James. My mother just married a jackass that insists I marry his nemesis upon turning twenty-one. His enemy is sixty. I have to get away from here as fast as I can. I ditched him so far but I really need your help.”
“Why would they want you to marry a sixty year old?”
I tugged his arm, “Because I’m a damn virgin. They made an agreement over land but I didn’t know anything about it. My mother let it slip yesterday…on my birthday.”
His eyes lowered to the date again before they raised to me. I winked one vibrant green eye at him and nodded, “Ever heard of dowries. Well this old fart’s probably the last man alive that still honors them. My stupid greedy stepfather thinks he’ll die of a heart attack and the land will be mine!”
His eyes narrowed, “What’s on the island?”
“I have a friend, Connie, whose older brother can whip his ass. He’s built…” I squeezed his bicep as I nodded, “…like you.”
An eyebrow flew up as he asked, “A virgin…yes?”
I practically hissed at him, “Yes! Trust me. If it hadn’t been for my mother watching every move I made, that would have been taken care of a long time ago too.”
I immediately spun around to hail a bus or cab, looking everywhere at once before hurrying him along. He pulled his arm out of my grip, “I will help but I will also shoot photos along the way. Slow down.”
I don’t think he got the point, “I lost slow about twenty miles back when I spotted him. Fast is now the game. I promise you all the photos you can get…on the Isle.”
“Okay, but…”
“Thank you, thank you! We must go fast now.”
“You talk fast…yes.”
“Everyone in Newfoundland talks fast.”
“I’m headed there.” He suddenly grinned as his gaze landed on my hair, “To Red Head Cove.”
Since that’s precisely where I’d just fled, I cringed, “Why!?!”
Jogging to keep up with me, he asked, “Why not?”
“There’s nothing to see but houses, water, and fog.” I spun around, “Except for Bottle Cove. That’s pretty cool.”
His eyes widened while my mind formed a plan. Without letting him in on it, I said, “Help me get there and I’ll tell you all about it. Deal?”
He tugged me to a slower pace, “Deal but you have to slow down…yes?”
“You talk really funny.”
He opened his mouth but I assured him, “It’s funny cool not funny weird, though, so don’t get all bent out of shape over it.”
Staring at me as if he expected me to keep talking, I huffed, “Why’d we stop?”
“Your feet are as fast as your mouth…yes!”
“Hey…there’s a bus!”
I waved it down before nodding, “You can thank me now. Do you know how dangerous walking across that bridge could have been?”
I didn’t know if he was thinking of choking me or fucking me. He had a weird look on his face before his mustache twitched and he grinned while shaking his head. My hands flew to my hips, “You’re not going to thank me, are…?”
Before I could finish, he pulled me to him and kissed me. I pushed at him and growled, “Why’d you do that for?”
“A thank you kiss and to shut you up…all rolled into one.”
If I wasn’t on the run, I would have smacked him. Then again, I quickly realized how I could put an end to my stepfather’s chase. Grinning wide, I stared at him until he looked back at me, “What are you planning on taking pictures of?”
“Anything different. Why?”
“Have you got a tripod and a digital camera?”
His eyebrow flew up as he grinned, “Oh…yes.”
“Good. We can send him a picture.”
“Of…?”
“A bit of spelunking at Red Head…Cave.” I couldn’t help but giggle when both his eyebrows flew up. After I’d gotten my breath, I bumped his shoulder with mine, “My virginity doesn’t scare you, does it?”
His heated gaze pointedly ran from my toes to my red hair before his eyes landed on mine, “Not if my ringed serpent doesn’t scare you.”
“Your…what?”
I didn’t get an answer. The bus stopped and he pulled me to my feet, “Where is this friend of yours…Connie?
“Oh, yeah! Come on.”
I hailed a car and said, “Don’t worry. She’ll put us up.”
We weren’t in the car for five minutes before he told the driver to stop. I scrambled out after him, watching as he pulled a camera to his face to get some pictures of the bridge we’d just crossed. After shooting several, he turned to me and said, “Is your friend within walking distance?”
I nodded and pointed toward a road, “She lives at the end…that house.”
The minute we walked up her drive, the door flew open and Connie waved us in, “Your mother’s called twice. You never arrived here, Ginger.”
“Where’s Ben?”
“In Seattle.”
“What’s he doing in Seattle?”
“Going to college. If you’d have called me back, I’d have told you that.”
I motioned to James and introduced her. With a sigh, she pointed downstairs, “You’ll have to stay in the basement if you spend the night. I don’t want any trouble, Ginger.”
I eyed what looked to be a trapdoor and asked, “What are you hiding here?”
She pointedly said, “You! Are you staying or not?”
I nodded and pulled James with me. The basement turned out to be quite nice. A full bar with a leather sofa sporting a pullout bed. Darts and various games proved it was an entertainment room. Sinking onto the sofa, I asked James, “Are you going to set up the tripod?”
“You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.”
He sat down on the sofa next to me and said, “First, tell me about Bottle Cove.”
I told him about the cave that could be accessed only at low tide and added, “It’s supposed to be some kind of geological wonder because of tectonic plate movement and pillow lava rocks. There was also glacier movement.”
Seeing that I had his interest, I grinned, “Take this picture and I’ll take you there.”
“Aren’t you afraid to run into your stepfather?”
“Once my virginity’s out of the way, the deal’s off and he won’t need me anymore.”
His eyes narrowed, “What if he hunts you down?”
“The man’s half your size. You can take him.”
James shook his head, “I don’t want to run from anyone or get caught in a bit of drama.”
Tilting my head, I suggested, “We’ll send it to him once we get there. Do you have any pictures of any other parts of Canada in that digital camera?”
He nodded so I said, “Send my phone a picture of an area far away from here and I’ll forward it to my mother.”
“What about the Ambassador Bridge? You can make them think you’ve entered the states.”
“Perfect! You’re good at this.”
In no time at all, he pulled up a picture of the bridge and sent it to my phone which I’d had turned off. I forwarded it to my mom’s via text with a C U soon…not!
“Tell me about this arranged marriage.”
“I don’t even know all the details. Something about land this idiot stole from my stepfather’s grandfather a zillion years ago. I became a sacrificial virgin of sorts.”
With a smirk, he pulled me across him. I’d forgotten his earlier ringed serpent statement until that moment. Figuring it was just his pet name, I pushed it out of my head and eagerly kissed him. Being suddenly still was making me antsy. I broke the kiss, wanting to remind him but he grinned, “The tripod and picture…yes?”
I climbed off the sofa and shed my clothes while he pulled equipment out of a carryon bag. When he turned back to me, I was ready to prove I was a true red head. Even though I’d developed late, his appreciative gaze told me that I’d also developed rather well. Unfortunately, I had been sheltered so I had no clue what to do next.
Still clothed and apparently detecting my ignorance, he pulled me to him. While the camera clicked behind us, his hands never stopped moving and sent me on an exploration of what I’d missed. I almost freaked when he undressed and I discovered what he meant by ringed serpent.
He collapsed my thoughts once again when his tongue flicked a nipple as my hips wiggled desperately over his cock ring. Pushing me up the sofa bed, he nibbled across my stomach which made me bite my lips to keep from shrieking. Footsteps from above and a pounding on the door sounded. At that point, I was finished with waiting.
Pulling at his arm, I slid back down his frame and took matters into my own hands…literally! Grabbing his cock, I winced and sank myself onto him. After the flash of pain, my eyes widened as he pushed further inside. Whatever I’d expected, it was not the full body goose bumps and feel that he had sudden control of every organ in my body.
His mouth closed over mine to hush me as his hands attempted to still my frantic hips. I whimpered in his mouth, feeling the most delightful build of pressure as if every cell in my body were embracing the epitome of anticipation. I wondered if I’d fly apart when that bubble of pressure burst a split second before a climactic rush filled my lungs with air and crashed my brain.
In my frantic release, I dumbly wondered who was making so much noise before his hand covered my mouth as his eyes widened. My whole body throbbed tightly around him. The sole of my foot rose to caress his leg, causing him to shift slightly. A moan slipped out of me as a wall of bliss crashed again.
He breathed a curse before thrusting deeply and jerking inside. The universe felt like it aligned for me in that moment. Every flex of his cock seemed to tap the sweet spots of my soul. My body went wild under him, grinding to get the last dregs of ecstasy as if something inside me knew it was my last chance.
The door above us slammed shut. His hot breath tickled my ear as I realized I wasn’t floating in the cosmos but in a basement of my friend’s house. She suddenly appeared above us, having pulled the trapdoor up, before hissing, “Oh…shit, Ginger!”
Staring up at the now closed space, I couldn’t help but giggle. James rose above me, “Happy now…yes?”
Happy wasn’t exactly the word that came to mind, more like completely smitten, but I just nodded. He pulled out, almost sending me into another climactic reel, and glanced at his camera before saying, “I think they found you.”
That sobered me up quickly. I dragged my clothing on and peeked out the trapdoor entrance to our cavern of bliss. Connie must’ve been waiting because she crouched down and hissed, “He was just here. You weren’t. Now you need to leave. He’s under the impression that you’ve crossed the Ambassador Bridge.”
At my grin, she held a hand up, “I don’t want to know. Just get the hell out while you can.”
Nodding, I crept back down and told James what I knew. After a moment of thought, he nodded and we packed his cameras back up. After waiting until nightfall, we went back into Quebec and took a ferry to Newfoundland. On the way, he selected a picture he’d snapped of us which didn’t include our faces.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’m positive.”
I’d already told him that I’d show him the location of Bottle Cove and stay out of his hair if he’d help me get back out of Newfoundland once he left. The photo was simply my revenge on my mother for blocking my life until now. Having thought of myself as sheltered, I now felt more like a victim of one of those retched fairy tales which are used to scare the hell out of kids.
Once the damaging photo had been sent, I turned my phone off and fell silent. I had no idea where we’d go when we arrived in Newfoundland. I’d borrowed a scarf from Connie to hide my red hair since that would give me away immediately. I stuck by James like glue, nestled within his arms as the cold wind slammed my face.
Worry over being near my mother again had stolen all my words. James said near my ear, “We’ll find a room somewhere. Don’t let it get you down.”
I nodded, wondering where I’d wind up after we left Newfoundland. When I’d started this journey, it had been to frantically escape instead of a desperate search. The jostling of the huge vessel let us know we were close to shore. Moving toward land again, I glanced at James when he asked the captain, “Are there any rooms for rent or motels?”
“Happy Valley-Goose Bay.” The man pointed in the right direction and we spotted taxis waiting. I breathed a sigh of relief as he swiftly walked in that direction. Once we found a room, he pulled me into the shower and grinned, “Please tell me that you’re taking some form of birth control.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yes. My mother took me for some type of shot a while back.”
The hard kiss I received let me know that I wasn’t the only one with a nagging worry on my mind. Since our immediate issues were taken care of, I snuggled up to him and breathed, “How does a woman give you oral bliss with that ring on it?”
His laugh bounced off the tiles before he growled, “You are an island of bliss all by yourself, Ginger.”
After a bit of heated bantering, we toweled off and hit the bed. As promised, he taught me how to whisper to his serpent and redefined the term bliss. As I languished in the afterglow, he downloaded his island photos before telling me to turn my phone on. I didn’t like that idea because it meant facing some wrath but it was now or never.
Ignoring the wrathful beginning you didn’t! from my mother’s text, I pulled up the one James sent. I shrieked when I saw my ecstatic face, mouth gaping in the throes of climax while floating over the long bridge to the Ile d’Orleans. The caption underneath read: I own the bridge to your island of bliss…
~~ The End ~~
