Chapter 10: The Serendipity

We were clear of the marina and on our way to the Bahamas without anyone chasing us. Roland was showing me where the two bullets had struck the port-side sugar scoop when Bonita slowly came down the steps of the sugar scoop. This time, she wasn’t wearing any clothes. My cock immediately saluted as she came to stand beside us. Our little agent had one hell of a body to go with her pretty face.

“I still don’t understand how you knew when he was going to fire,” she said, studying the holes.

“Interesting ... isn’t it?” Roland said. “Daniel was struck by lightning almost eight months ago. Since then, he has been discovering all sorts of fascinating ... talents.”

“Like being able to know when an assassin is about to pull the trigger?” Bonita asked.

“Among others,” Roland said.

“Others? Such as...?”

“We discovered that Daniel has the ability to remain under water for extended amounts of time without breathing. And that the cells of his skin seemed to have become tougher, or that he seems to heal quicker than normal. These are some of the reasons that the NSA or CIA or whoever, would like to get their hands on Daniel. And the reason the Foundation would like to protect him.”

“What about the healing that Carina and Archara were talking about?” she asked.

“That is much more complex to explain and much more interesting to the ladies on board,” Roland said.

“More complex?” she asked.

“Well, it started when Daniel, trying to do something nice for my daughter, tried to relive some of her menstrual cramps. He succeeded and she told her mother who told most of the women on board. He also healed Walt’s injuries from where the engine room exploded on his yacht. I guess the big thing is that Daniel is gifted with a special insight when it comes to the needs of women,” Roland told her.

“A special insight?” Bonita probed.

“Bonita, you know that I have been what many consider a successful psychiatrist for over twenty years with over eight years of post-graduate work and dozens of published articles. Yet I sometimes feel I can’t hold a candle to what Daniel can do, and with absolutely no training whatsoever.”

“And his specialty is healing women’s psychological issues?” she asked.

Roland just nodded as he headed up the steps to the cockpit.

Bonita stood there and looked at me for a moment then asked, “Since you saved my life, I guess you expect me to take you to bed?” She made her statement a question.

I turned and walked up the stairs of the sugar scoop. Then I turned and looked down at her. “Despite what you might think, I didn’t save your life because I wanted you to fuck me.”

I plopped down on one of the many cushioned seats scattered around the cockpit. It wasn’t too cold with the ship’s structure blocking the wind. Roland could see I was a little pissed off.

“Easy tiger. We don’t want to damage the boat right now.”

“I know,” I told him. “It’s just that sometimes women can say the most hurtful things and I don’t know why. I didn’t think I had treated her poorly.”

“You didn’t, Daniel,” Bonita said. She had followed us to the cockpit. “It was my insecurities talking. When we were briefed about this mission, I got to read all of Dr. Rappeneau’s reports. I’ll admit, some of it sounded like science fiction. But having met you, it all seems so real. And even more unbelievable.”

I still wasn’t very happy with her attitude towards me. I was getting tired of being manipulated.

“I don’t tell you this to make you mad...” Bonita started. “ ... but I was instructed to find a way to stay near you for the rest of your trip. That’s one of the reasons that Wolf and I split up. We thought I might have better success on my own. I just didn’t expect to be shot at, twice!”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why did I tell you? Or why was I instructed to stay with you?” she asked.

“Why were you instructed to stay with me,” I answered, “And on whose orders?”

Bonita looked at Roland. “How much have you told him?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “It never came up.”

“Okay ... then I guess it’s on me to explain,” she said and then slowly exhaled as if considering her next words.

“Rappeneau’s is one of the largest banks in the world. Headquartered in Zurich, it was founded by Baron Rappeneau and his two brothers in 1604. It is privately owned, and they fund one major charity, the Rappeneau Foundation.”

“Actually, due to certain acquisitions, there’s three now,” Roland interrupted. “But the Rappeneau Foundation is the oldest and largest.”

“The Foundation, as everyone refers to it, was set up to provide and protect the Rappeneau family, which it has done for over four hundred years. One very small part of this foundation is the RSF or Rappeneau Security Force. It is staffed and manned by over two hundred highly trained security people with a combined hundreds of years of security experience. The Board of Directors appoints one of its members to oversee the RSF. That board member happens to be Roland’s mother. She’s the one giving the orders.”

“Okay, I can see where that’s leading. Why did she tell you to stay with me?”

Bonita looked from me to Roland and back to me. Then back to Roland again.

“Give him the truth,” Roland said. “He deserves it.”

“Remember, she reads all Roland’s reports about you. You would never have been allowed to stay with the Rappeneau’s in the first place if she hadn’t approved. I think there are two reasons why she wanted me to stay near you. The first is she wanted another point of view as to your capabilities; and second, she wants to convince you to come to work for the Foundation in some capacity to be determined.”

“So, you’re here to see if I’m for real and to get me to go to work for this Foundation,” I replied. “Somehow, I don’t see that as much better than what those other agencies are doing.”

“But Daniel, don’t you see...” she started but I held up my hand to cut her off. I wasn’t in the mood for a sales pitch.

“I assume that, given your orders, you were expected to seduce the dimwitted teenager using all your womanly wiles. If that is so, then why did you say what you did on the fantail. Why did you say, ’Since you saved my life, I guess you expect me to take you to bed?’

“Like I said, I think that was my insecurities talking,” she replied, a little too quickly.

I looked at her a long time, considering...

Finally, I said, “So you’re supposed to stick with me?”

Bonita nodded her head.

“Well, I’ve decided to go for a swim. If necessary, I can just sink to the bottom of the ocean and walk to the Bahamas. So come on, let’s go!”

“I can’t do that! Daniel! No! Please don’t!” she cried.

“Then how about you tell me the truth. I’ve gone over every word and every move you’ve made since I met you. And none of it meshes with that one statement. I want to know why you said it!” I said angrily.

She sat there silently, not moving or speaking.

“Come on, Bonita. Swim or talk but we’re going to do one or the other right now,” I said getting up and starting down the steps of the sugar scoop.

“Don’t go! We’ll freeze! I’ll freeze!” she cried.

“Then talk. Explain it to me in simple words. Why did you say that to me?”

“I knew what I was asked, or ordered, to do, and what those orders probably would entail. And I thought I could carry them out. I’ll admit, I’ve never fucked someone because I was ordered to. But I was told very clearly that sex might be necessary to convince you.”

Bonita paused for a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“But while the foundation had all the details about you, they lacked the essence, the spirit of the client they were pursuing. And so, when I said that, I had already realized that you were too pure, too good for me to convince you with sex. And I suddenly realized that I had failed both my missions. To keep you safe and to convince you to join the Foundation.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“What? That’s none of your business!” she puffed.

“Actually, if you intended to use sex, it is very much my business. But I’ll withdraw the question for now. So, tell me, how tall are you?”

“I’m five foot-six in stocking feet.”

“And how much do you weigh?” I asked.

“I’m sitting here naked in front of you, telling you that a fuck is a sure thing, and you ask me about my weight?”

“Bonita, I don’t fuck women. I’ll make love to them, but by extension, I have to at least like someone and them like me. Hell, I don’t even know your last name.

She just sat there looking at me before she finally sighed, as if in defeat. Then she slowly said in a soft, sexy voice, “Hello, I am Marie Consuelo Lucia Isabella de la Vega, from Villanova de Meiä, Spain.”

“Don’t you just love those Spanish naming conventions!” Roland said with a strange smirk.

“Which name do they call you?”

“My Papa called me ‘Pequeña Mariposa’ (Spanish for Little Butterfly). When I was young, the kids all called me Connie. I’m known at work as Isabella de la Vega, and when she is angry, my mama calls me Marie Consuelo Lucia Isabella!”

Which would you prefer we call you?”

“Isabella,” she said softly.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Marie Consuelo Lucia Isabella de la Vega, from Villanova de Meiä. I am Alexander Browning Masters, from Marietta, Georgia. My friends all call me Daniel.”

You ... you told me your real name! You should not do that! It’s dangerous!”

“You risked your life for mine, so why should you not know who you risked it for?” I told her.

“But you saved my life, twice.” she said.

And you told me your name. Now the question is, will you talk to me some more, or do you expect me to take you to bed right now? I will warn you that I make love like I swim. I can lick your pussy for hours without coming up for air.

“Oh, my!” Isabella exclaimed.

Roland just chuckled.

Isabella and I talked most of the morning, until Carina called us to lunch. After a rough night and the excitement of the early morning, I knew I needed a nap if I was going to stand watch early tomorrow. So, I begged a bed from Archara and headed down to their cabin. Closing the blackout curtains to make it really dark and cranking down the A/C to make it really cool, I climbed under the covers and went to sleep.

I missed dinner. Not unheard of, but certainly a rare occurrence for me. However, Carina had decided I needed rest. Besides, when I finally woke up around midnight, Isabella went to the galley and whipped me up a plate of tacos. Then sat down across the table from me to watch me eat.

“So, did you sleep well?” Isabella asked.

“These are great!” I mumbled with my mouth full. “Let me finish and we will talk, okay?”

Finally, after finishing off the third taco, I said, “I slept very well, thank you. And thanks for the tacos. They were fantastic!”

“My brothers and sisters always like it when I fixed tacos at home,” she said. “Although there, we mostly used fish instead of beef.”

“Anything exciting happen while I was out?” I asked flippantly.

“I talked with Mischa and Anna for most of the afternoon, then Vivienne and Charlotte joined us. Most of the conversation was about you.”

“Oh-oh! Do I even want to know?” I asked her.

“I heard all about you fucking Anna’s poor little behind ... Twice! And then they told me about you spanking them, and what they had done to earn it. And Mischa said that you healed her bottom but didn’t fuck it.”

“All the high points, I see.”

“Daniel, you don’t have to tell me. In fact, if I was in your shoes I’d run far away from me, but I’m curious ... how do you heal people?”

“Are you asking for Isabella? Or for the Foundation?”

Oh, this is definitely for me, but I still work for the Foundation, so the lines are a little blurry.”

“Then place your hand in mine and tell me what’s wrong.”

When she placed her hand in mine, I began drawing signs in the air over it with my other hand.

“Wait! What are you doing?” she asked as she pulled back her hand.

“Oh, I was placing a curse on you that if you told the Foundation, your hand would shrivel up and fall off.”

“Daniel! That’s horrible! You’d make me lose my hand...”

I was laughing too hard to talk. She smacked me on the arm and then started laughing too.

I took her hand back and raised it to my lips, bowing to kiss the center of her upturned palm. That caused her to giggle and then sigh.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I asked.

“After all the wonderful things you’ve done for people, you’re going to think I’m silly.”

I continued to hold her hand, palm up, in mine as I told her, “Why not let me be the judge of that. After all, I might need a good laugh.”

“Quit teasing me. I’m serious!”

“And I’m Daniel. So, tell me already!”

Well ... ah, when I was going through one of the training exercises, I fell and hurt my spine almost at my tailbone. The doctors thought it would eventually heal, so they never operated. However, it’s been over a year and still, whenever I lie on my back, the pressure on my tailbone causes it to hurt.”

“Does it keep you from sleeping?”

No, I pretty much sleep on my side so it won’t hurt.”

“Then just don’t lay on your back,” I told her. I had already figured it out and was almost finished healing her. But she was so embarrassed that she failed to even look at the glow on my hands.

“That’s just it ... Oh-my-god, this is so embarrassing! Every time I try to have sex, the pain on my back is excruciating!”

“Have you tried other positions?” I asked. Her healing was complete, and she still hadn’t noticed.

“I think I’ve tried them all!” she said.

“Well, I’ve got a copy of Vātsyāyana’s Kama Sutra in my bag. Let’s go to a stateroom and see if you’ve really tried them all,” I told her playfully.

That’s when she figured out I was teasing her.

“But you really don’t understand how painful it is! Or how embarrassing it is to have sex for the first time with someone without being able to see their eyes,” she groaned.

“Probably not. Why don’t you show me?” I asked.

“Quit teasing me!” she said, slapping me playfully on the shoulder. “It really is awkward and takes a lot out of the act for me.”

“If I could show you a way to make love while looking into your lover’s eyes without hurting, would you be interested?”

“Of course!” she replied quickly. Then... “Hey! Wait a minute ... how much would this cost me?”

“I’ll tell you what,” I told her. “If it works, you have to do my watch with me at four o’clock. If it doesn’t work, I’ll sit down with you and whoever you want and discuss working for the Foundation.”

“You’ll really do that. Sit down and discuss their offer?” she asked. “For real?”

“I said I would, and so far, I’ve never failed to honor a commitment.”

“Okay. But this better be on the up and up or ... by golly, I’ll make you wish that sniper had got you. Come on!”

You could tell that she didn’t believe that I could show her a way, and of course she hadn’t realized that I had already healed her spine, so she thought she had this in the bag.

I led her back to Archara and Alfred’s cabin where the blackout curtains were still drawn, and the temperature was cool. The only light was from one of the reading lights above the berth. We stopped beside the unmade bed (my fault. I just didn’t believe in making up a bed that I was going to climb back into some eighteen hours later, ) and she kissed me quickly and then squeezed against me. I could feel her shiver in the coolness of the A/C.

“For this to be fair, you’ll need to follow my instructions to the letter, okay?”

“Just don’t do something to hurt me,” she said.

Then taking her hand and placing it on my semi-rigid cock, I said, “Hold this, and then kiss me until it as big as you want it to be.”

She giggled once and then placing her other hand behind my head, she pulled me down so she could kiss my lips. Needless to say, she was so efficient that the kiss didn’t have to last the entire five minutes she took. But I’m not totally stupid. I wasn’t going to stop her.

Instead, I slid my hands slowly all over her body, soothing, caressing, and touching all the intimate and exciting places I could reach. When I finally reached her mons, I just covered it with my palm and applied some pressure. I released it and then applied pressure again. Soon she was using my rhythm as she pushed her pussy forward into my palm.

When I pulled my palm back, I brought it to my face and licked. “Yum!”

“Pl-e-a-se?” she begged, turning it into a four-syllable word.

I lifted her up and placed her on her back in the middle of the bed. “Does it hurt yet?” I asked. Clearly, she was expecting it to.

“No ... not yet...”

“I guess when I put some weight on your pelvis?” I asked as I moved my mouth to her pussy and gently started what came naturally.

“Wait! What are...?” she started, then moaned as my tongue found her clit. I waited out her first climax, before shifting up her body.

“Look in my eyes, Isabella. Do you feel any pain?”

“No! But you’re not in me yet,” she said.

“Okay, last chance. If it hurts, I do your interview. If not, you work my watch with me, right?”