Two months went by and it had been almost seven months since I found her on the island. Christmas was right around the corner and we planned to spend it in Colorado. It took a few weeks for all the paperwork and permits to get approved for my charter business. Ysabelle helped immensely since she already knew what needed to be done. She also had a great marketing idea to have the clients bring in their catches of the day and her cook would prepare them, free of charge. She said she would make money with the alcohol they purchased and so far it worked like a charm. I was taking families, bachelor parties, guy trips, and couples out daily. $500.00 for four hours and if they wanted the entire day it was $1,000. I provided alcohol, snacks, gas, the fishing gear, and bait. I was booked solid for days at a time and couldn’t have been happier.
I was living the dream.
“Hello,” I said, answering my phone.
“Hey, Sebby,” Julia greeted. “How are things?”
“They’re better. We’re still working out some stuff, but it seems to be getting easier. My business is thriving and everything else looks like it’s falling into place.”
“That’s great. I’m happy to hear that. I’m actually calling to talk to you about Christmas. Are you guys doing anything?”
“Yeah, I’m taking Ysabelle to Colorado.”
“Awesome. Listen…I hate to be doing this to you, but Christian has been acting out in school. I mean, I guess I’ve seen a little bit of a change in him and I just thought it was normal boy stuff. I just left a conference with his teacher; she says he’s been talking back and not listening.”
“That doesn’t sound like Christian at all.”
“I know. I think everything finally clicked for him; the divorce, you moving, me dating…it’s a lot for a kid.”
“I agree.”
“So...I was thinking…I know you wanted to take Ysabelle away, but maybe you guys could take Christian. I know he misses you terribly and I’m sure you do, too. Ysabelle hasn’t really been around him and I think it would probably do them some good to get to know each other. He might see her as the enemy right now. He’s been giving Anthony a hard time, too. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he blows me off. I think he’s embarrassed, you know…I’m the mom. You could probably get more out of him.”
“I think so, too. I would love to spend Christmas with him and I’m sure Ysabelle won’t mind.”
“Great! I’ll tell Christian then. Shoot me an email letting me know dates and times. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Julia, I got it handled. I’ll buy his ticket tonight and let you know.”
“Okay, sounds good! I can’t wait to tell him; he’s going to be so excited. Talk you soon, bye.”
Ysabelle was cooking dinner when I walked in.
“It smells amazing,” I groaned into her ear.
She giggled. “You smell like fish.”
“I thought you loved my manly smell.”
She turned and put her hands on my chest. “I do, but not when I’m all clean. You need to go shower; dinner is almost ready.”
I kissed her and smacked her ass before making my way into the bathroom. Dinner was set and she was pouring wine into our glasses when I once again came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist and pulling her into me. I loved how petite she felt in my arms. I could pick her up and throw her around where I wanted her, which I completely intended to do.
“I missed you today.” I kissed the side of her neck, laying soft kisses like I knew she loved.
“You just saw me this morning.”
“I know. It’s been too long. I think you should come with me on the boat and be my first mate.”
“I know nothing about offshore fishing. I’d be lying on the bow all day reading.”
“Yes…but then I could see you in your bikini and it would make me very happy.”
She shook her head laughing, trying to get away.
“Where do you think you’re going, Ysa?”
“I’m hungry!”
“So am I, you should feed me.”
“After dinner.”
I picked her up and she squealed as I carried her over to the couch. I pushed her body forward and she immediately stood on the tips of her toes, falling over the back of the sofa with her ass in the air. I slowly removed her panties and kicked them aside, pausing for a few seconds to admire her perfect, round ass. I spread her cheeks to find her welcoming pink heat. My fingers stirred, wanting nothing more than to touch her most sacred place. I slapped her ass cheek instead and she yelped. I did it until it was red, bright, and warm. She alternated her footing to try and relieve the ache that I created. I then softly and lovingly caressed the rosy imprints while her breathing leveled.
“I’ve bent you over the couch and spread you open. Why do you think that is?” I probed, never letting up on rousing her.
“To tease me?” she taunted.
“No…try again.”
“To spank me?”
“Getting warmer.”
“To love me?” She grinned, looking back at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Where?”
She bit the side of her lip.
“Where, Ysa? Tell me where I’m going to touch you, lick you, and then fuck you?
Her eyes dilated.
“No words? Nothing to say? Let me see if I can fix that.”
I pulled out her bottom lip and replaced it with my index and middle finger, gliding them on her tongue to gather spit.
“Here? Do you think it’s here?”
I saw it in her eyes, the little vixen wanted to bite me so I shoved my fingers down her throat, making her gag. I swiped the saliva and quickly positioned my wet fingers on her clit.
Her eyes widened.
“What should I do now, huh? Still nothing to say? What if I moved my fingers like this?” I slid them forward and backward. “No? Okay…what about this?” I slid them side-to-side and then in a circular motion and her mouth parted, breathless.
“That feel good?”
Her hips started rocking and that answered my question. I removed my fingers, skimming them to her opening, pressing just the tips in.
“What about here?” I tormented, making her whimper. “Should I fuck you here?”
She sucked in her bottom lip, knowing what I was leading to.
“If you don’t answer then I’m just going to do what I want.” I walked my soaking fingers up to her anus and pushed in slightly.
“Because I want it here. This is where I want my cock to go…do you want my dick in your perfect, tight little ass hole?”
She made her booty bounce and I spanked her. Hard.
She didn’t make a sound.