Submit to Pleasure

Julia still wore her tiny thong bikini from the day’s earlier swim, partially hidden beneath a sheer cover up. She was such an astonishingly beautiful girl, and my blood surged just to look at her. I’d deflected her advances over the past several days, which had shaken her confidence, but it was my night with Ronky that seemed to have struck a critical blow to her self-esteem.

An important source of validation and measure of her self-worth, Julia was used to getting what she wanted from men. During our interviews, she’d spoken candidly about how men flocked to her because of her looks. Especially older men. Her stepfather’s friends and co-workers, in particular, obsessed over her whenever they visited. It didn’t matter that she was still in high school, or that Julia’s stepfather would kill them if he found out. They secretly propositioned her and bought her gifts anyway, in a vain attempt to win her affections.

She understood perfectly well how desirable she was to older men, and it excited her, even empowered her. But each time she’d given in to their advances, she’d come away disappointed, and not just in bed. They were always too eager to please. Too willing to capitulate to her in order to get what they wanted. Too afraid to do or say something that might upset her.

Not a single one of them understood what really drove her.

Julia didn’t just want to be pursued by an older man. She wanted him to assume control of her. To be dominated by him. She sought a mature man who would assert his authority over her in a firm but loving way. Not just during sex, though she wanted that too, but in all aspects of their relationship.

Julia wanted a man who would take care of her, but also set strict boundaries and limits for her. Not in an arbitrary way, but in a way that satisfied her desire to be controlled without the relationship devolving into emotional abuse. Julia wanted a strong father figure who would satisfy her sexually and make her feel safe, but also discipline her whenever she overstepped her bounds.

As I watched her share a laugh with Sam and Ronky, I decided the time had come to feel Julia out, and determine just how willing she was to become my submissive. I caught her attention and waved her over. She smiled when she saw me. A smile that lit up her beautiful face, and caused my pulse to quicken.

She held up a finger. After making her excuses, she broke from the others to join me behind the bar, leaning her ample hip against it. I noticed she’d gained some weight as well. She was already the tallest and heaviest of the girls, but now her hips appeared a little wider and her belly had just the barest hint of a protrusion. Even her tits seemed to have gotten bigger. Regardless of what the scale may have read, however, her proportions were still perfect.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I was just thinking that I haven’t really had a chance to talk to you for a while. How have you been?”

She seemed puzzled by the question. “Fine,” she said, drawing out the word. “Oh, you know what? Before I forget, I wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. When you were talking to Sam that morning.”

That morning. She must have been referring to the morning after my night with Ronky, though I wasn’t sure why she was apologizing, and said as much.

“The way I just got up and walked away like that,” she clarified. “That wasn’t cool. It was disrespectful.”

“Oh, that? Don’t even worry about it.”

She shook her head. “No, I was acting like a little brat. It’s just, I was feeling a little...” She trailed off, uncertain about how much to say.

“About that. I wanted to tell you something, Julia. Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

She regarded me with some trepidation. Probably because of my previous standoffish behavior toward her, but perhaps also because my tone had turned utterly serious. “Tell me what?”

“You are, without a doubt, one of the most stunningly beautiful girls I’ve ever met in my life. In fact, if there’s one person I will never get tired of watching walk away from me, it’s you in that thong.”

Julia’s beautiful, smiling face became a mask of gratitude and relief. A small measure of her self-confidence had just been restored. “I’m so ready to get to the island,” she said, suddenly sounding both nervous and excited. “How about you?”

I nodded. “Me too, but I’m kind of torn because I also really love this yacht.”

She looked around the salon, as if seeing it for the first time. “Yeah, it’s nice. My family has one about this size, but we almost never take it anywhere. I remember we cruised the Med on it one time though.”

“Oh yeah? When was that?”

“I don’t know. A few years ago. I was, like, thirteen or fourteen. I remember being so excited. We flew to Malta, because that’s where the boat was, and we got to see some of the Greek islands and Turkey, but Reston, my stepdad, wanted to take us all to Israel.”

“Israel’s cool,” I said diplomatically.

“I guess so. I mean, most of my extended family is Jewish, except I don’t think any of them are from there. They’re all from, like, America and Europe and stuff. But thanks to my stepdad, we’re like these über-Christians now, you know. So it was supposed to be a tour of the holy land or something. Jerusalem, Bethlehem, The Dead Sea, places like that. Ugh, it was so boring.” Her eyes wandered around the salon again, observing the other girls as they partied and laughed, and she sighed. “It was nothing like this.”

“What was your dad like?” I asked. “Your real dad, I mean.”

Julia’s beautiful smile dimmed, and her voice became tinged with melancholy at the mention of her departed father. “Smart. Like, super smart. It seemed like he knew everything about everything, you know. And he loved to teach us stuff. Like about animals and plants and astronomy, or whatever excited him at the moment. And he was really kind and loving to us and my mom. He was, like, the perfect dad.” She regarded me appraisingly. “You would have liked him.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Maybe because you kind of remind me of him. At least, my memory of him. I was only ten when he died. But you both have ... I don’t know, like the same energy or something. The same adventurous spirit. Dad loved to travel and experience new things too.

“What I remember most about him, though, is how he never talked down to us. He talked to us like we were adults, and he always treated us with respect. I notice that about you too. You don’t treat any of us like kids.”

“I think you’re right. I probably would have liked him a lot. It sounds like he was an awesome dude.”

She sighed wistfully. “Totally. I really miss him a lot.”

After a brief awkward pause, I said, “I was about to make myself a drink. Can I make you something?”

She perked up, thankful for the change of subject. “Um, sure. What are you making?”

“Whatever you want.”

She thought for a moment, then shrugged. “You decide for me.”

“Sure.” I quickly mixed together Rumchata and cinnamon whiskey and handed her the cream-colored concoction. Her eyes widened when she took a sip. “Do you like it?” I asked.

“Like it? It’s delicious! What’s it called?”

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”

She laughed. “No way! That was my favorite cereal growing up!” She took another sip and hummed contentedly.

“Yes, I know.”

As we sipped our drinks, my eyes slid over her body. Not in a leering way. Just an appreciative glance. Julia noticed and shifted her hips, pushing her pelvis forward just a bit, and slightly arched her back to lengthen her torso. It was a subtle movement, but an obvious signal.

“So,” she said, “what do you have planned for us on this island of yours?”

I smiled cryptically and said, “For you? Three months of pleasure.”

Her twinkling eyes swept over my chest and arms. “Okay ... What kind of pleasure are we talking about here?”

“Any kind you want. Remember our discussion the other night? Over dinner with Sam?”

She nodded. “Kind of. I was pretty fucked up. Speaking of which, you don’t have any more of those little drops, do you?”

I pulled the two bottles from my pocket and set them on the bar. She noticed one was missing. “What happened to the molly?”

“Not sure. I left it out a few nights ago, but when I went to look for it, I couldn’t find it.”

She drew her dark, sculpted eyebrows together. “I think I know who might have it,” she said, swiveling her eyes to where Ronky and Bianca sat at the dining table.

“Oh, I know. I just haven’t gotten around to confronting them yet.”

She turned with a surprised look upon her face. “If you know, then why haven’t you done something about it?” She looked at the two likely suspects. “You need to watch it with these girls, BD. They’ll walk all over you if you let them.”

“You think they need to be punished?”

She turned to me and scoffed. “Absolutely,” she said with firm conviction. “They disrespected you.”

“Well, don’t worry about it too much. If I find out they took it, they’ll get what’s coming to them.”

She suddenly seemed quite interested. “Really? Like what?”

“That’s between me and them,” I said, and she tilted her head. “The only thing you need to concern yourself with, besides having fun, is obeying my rules. You remember what they are, right?”

She was a little taken aback by my sudden shift in tone. “Yeah. I mean, most of them.”

“Well, the one in particular I want you to remember is rule number one. Do you remember that one?”

“Yeah. We have to do whatever you say.”

“That’s right. Without hesitation or argument.”

“Right. I mean, that goes without saying,” she said. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Good, because as long as you obey me, I’ll let you have anything you want. But if you ever disobey...”

“Then what?” she asked when I didn’t finish the sentence.

“Then you’ll be punished.” She looked at me for a long beat, then slowly nodded. “Did you want one of these?” I asked, breaking the tension. She looked at the two small vials.

“Is one of those the Lady Viagra?” she asked, and I lifted the blue one. “What’s the other one again?”

“Oxy.”

She made a face. “Oh yeah, I don’t really like that one as much. Is it alright if I have some of the blue?”

“Sure.” I put a drop of it into her glass when she held it out.

She hesitated before taking a sip. “What about you?” she asked, eyeing my glass.

“What about me?”

“Don’t you want any?”

“If I take that, I’ll be walking around with a massive hardon all night.”

Her eyes travelled down my body. “Yeah? So?”

“Are you saying you want me to take it?”

“Sure. Why not?”

I laughed. “Why?”

She exhaled a frustrated sigh. I had learned over the past several months that Julia wasn’t accustomed to pursuing men. She didn’t have to. Men flocked to her, and she usually had her pick of suitors, which made my apparent disinterest, or perhaps obtuseness, all the more frustrating for her. She put her hand on her hip, and twisted her mouth into a crooked smile.

“You literally just said that as long as I obey you, I can have anything I want, right? Well, this is what I want.”

I looked at her for a long time, then said, “You’re right.” I dosed my glass and held it up. “Here’s to swollen clits and stiff pricks. May they always find what they seek.”

“Cheers to that,” she said with a laugh, and we clinked glasses. “So, what was it you were going to say earlier?” she asked after taking a sip.