Body and Soul (2 page)

When we arrived at Alexis’s brother’s cabin, it wasn’t what I expected. The cabin was no cabin it was a mansion that sat on two large pillars on the side of a mountain surrounded by pine trees and snow covered mountains in a distance for miles. Powdery snow had just sprinkled the grounds. I walk out of the car on to the fresh snow and I hear what I think is a river and indeed it was. I stood gazing around sucking up the fresh mountain air.

My brother waves to me a second time. “Hurry up don’t act like you’ve never seen a river,” he says. I give him my patent fuck you look instead of the finger. I’m a matured adult and I don’t go around giving someone the finger unless it’s absolutely necessary, but if he keeps this up it may become absolutely necessary. He’s just trying to show off for Alexis who doesn’t give a flying fuck how people behave.

Wayne is the one who thinks he has to impress someone. Not me or Alexis, and because of that, I’m warming up to her, and because she bought me loads of wonderful clothes, and she’s crazy about my knot head brother.

Alexis opens the double doors to the mansion and I walk inside looking around the place. There are wood beams on the ceiling and a large light fixture in the center. A fire place with a fire sets across from brown leather chairs. The house is warm and comfortable and beautiful. There are Indian paintings on the walls and handmade rugs on the floor.

Alexis takes my hand, “Let me show you to your room so you can relax. The room is beautiful and sparse. A large bed and dresser and a lamp. More Indian drawings on the wall and a bathroom right there. I know where I’m going to be soaking after dinner.       

W
ayne and Alexis took off to go skiing early. Where in god’s name did he learn to ski and hasn’t he heard about those celebrities who died from skiing. He wants so much to fit into her world that he would risk his life. Me, I don’t care how much I like a man there are some things that I wouldn’t do and skiing, camping, hiking in the wilderness is some of the shit I wouldn’t be caught dead doing, that, and some of the black shit too. Like going to a rap concerts, unless it’s in Las Vegas. Always wanted to go there with Wayne and Alexis but Wayne said it was too wild for me. I wonder why I ever listened to him.

Wild is what I saw him doing to Alexis; tying her up, and I never did find out what he was doing with those rubber things in his hand.

I look around and find the breakfast in the dining room. The food is laid out in fancy hot plates. I walk around the table and there is every possible breakfast food I can name and some I can’t. You couldn’t get this in a fancy restaurant. I pick up a warm brown English muffin put some strawberry jam on it. Holy shit this is good. I put it in my mouth as I walk around the table. All this for the four of us? The cook has disappeared. I don’t know what happened to her or him but this is a fantastic feast. 

There should be a law against wasting food. I pick up a fancy plate with gold initials on it. He has his plates monogramed. “What a dick,” I murmur. There is some kind of ham and it’s delicious. I take a bite and look around and I drop it on a plate with the initials EW. “Edward Wentworth, you prick. People are starving and you waste food,” I murmur.

Last night when we arrived, Alexis said something about his jet being late because of turbulence. He has been on a hunting trip in Montana, and he has a cabin there. How many homes does one man need?

I amble into my room after filling my face and now I’m ready to enjoy myself. But first I need a shower and I need to wash and straighten my hair. It’s almost impossible to find a hairdresser to do black hair in Seattle. If you find one, they want to charge an arm and a leg, and give me extensions. That is a good way to go bald and I can’t afford them anyway if I’m willing to exchange the baldness for beauty. Which I’m not, because I haven’t found a man yet that likes the bald look, not unless I go to Africa, and I’m not sure about them because they are always eyeing me. 

I undress and get ready to take a shower and I discover there is no shampoo. I tiptoe out of my room and through the hall. There is no one here so why should I worry. I’m beginning to like the idea of no clothes around the house. Alexis may have hit on something.

The first door I see straight ahead is the master bedroom. Because I’m nosey, and I want to know something about the mysterious Mr. Edward Wentworth, I open the door. Who will be the wiser? Alexis and Wayne are off for most of the day, and they are jogging and hiking and I’m romping nude inside this outrageously large house.

I open the door to his room and there is a huge California bed and it looks out over a redwood deck. All around there are pine trees with a dust of snow and streams out back. I see wild life. This may be too wild for me. I don’t want to see deer and wolves hunting in my back yard. That isn’t my dream.

My dream is a little more real. A house with no back yard. Just a plain old house I can afford or an apartment. I would be happy. I keep my dreams a little more realistic. Something I can reach.

I stand for a few minutes and wonder how beautiful and calm it is to not have to think about anything, just sit and look out at the mountains in a distance. I forget why I’m here and then I remember. I need some shampoo so I can get on with this all day affair of taming my hair.

I open the door to the restroom and it’s a closet and it is as large as the room I’m staying in. There are suits everywhere. Gray, brown, blue, and black, shoes galore and robes lined up.

“It must be nice to live like this?” I murmur. I turn because I hear someone in the room. I panic. No one would believe I just came in here to get some shampoo. Only my brother knows that I wouldn’t do anything illegal and he’s not here. I hide behind the suits. I’m naked stooping behind suits. There is a large chest with drawers facing the suits. He has so many of them he won’t notice me stooping behind them. I tell myself.

A man walks in. He’s not a butler, Alexis would have mentioned that. By the description of her brother and the pictures in the living room, it’s him. Edward Wentworth. He looks nothing like his pictures. His pictures don’t do him justice. He’s tall, six two, dark hair, a small mouth and twenty eight years old and standing with his head erect and self-confident. What the fuck? He’s so good looking I’m salivating, and I swallow a gob of spit and almost drown trying to mask the sound with my hand.

Edward sits on a chair and unties his Italian bespoke shoes, made to order for his manicured feet, and pulls off his socks. He has on an expensive suit. I expected to see him with a flannel shirt and Elmer Fud hat toting a shot gun. He’s before me with bare feet. Then he takes off his expensive black jacket and hangs it on a valet chair with a hanger, and pulls off his pants and folds them. And hangs them below his jacket. He’s persnickety, and neat, holy shit, he’s super fine. I can see his muscles pull at that white shirt and strain the buttons when he moves.

My heart turns over and there’s a tingling traveling to my opening. I want to breathe but I can’t; he might hear me.

The legs on this man are amazing. The muscles on his thighs and legs are downright sinful. His ass is so hard you can bounce a quarter off each cheek. I hold my hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a serious moan. It’s stuck in my throat and I close my eyes for a moment.

If there ever was a man I would want, it would be him. He is the original sin.

A man, a women would kill for. He has muscles everywhere and he’s built like an athlete. I wanted to rub my clit and get a serious orgasm after he took off his boxers, and he’s standing there with just his shirt and tie on and I’m breathing loud.

Then he takes the tie off and rolls it around his hand and pulls it tight. And places it over his jacket. Then he unbuttons his shirt and drops it in a basket to be laundered and he’s standing admiring his handsome body. He has fine hair on his chest leading down to.
Oh my, that big cock.

His face is unbelievable, too. Dark hair, dark eyebrows, and dark eyes. I can’t make out the color because the light isn’t that strong in the closet. He pulls a robe from a hanger and puts it on, and then he walks around the corner to the right and opens another door, and I hear water running. I sit behind his suits as he takes a long shower before I think I need to get out of there.

I come up with the brilliant idea that I should wait until he’s gone.

Getting comfortable, I sit back with my knees to my chest and then I touch a knob with my head. It’s a door knob. Another room? He has a secret door hidden in his closet? That’s strange. What would he need with another door if not to hide a safe? I open the door and crawl in. It’s a room. It’s dark and I feel around for the switch. I flick on the light and there are tables, handcuffs, and chains extending down from the ceiling. “Oh shit. That handsome fucking man is a sadist. He likes to take women in here and do gods know what to them,” I whisper.

“No way. Why would he need to do that?” But then I must be seeing things. I have to get out of here while he’s still in the shower. I tiptoe out close the door, and trip on his shoes, and I go down with a thud. I’m hoping he doesn’t hear me with the piped in music and the shower going strong. But I don’t hear him when he turns off the shower.

I’m crawling trying to get up and get out, and now I have to make it out of the closet before he’s out of the shower. I turn the door knob and then I come face to face with that gorgeous handsome man, and he’s naked, and I’m naked. He isn’t shocked. He’s calm, he behaves as if he expects someone to be hiding in his house. In his closet.

“A
nd who are you little lady? Did you come here because you heard that I’m the next best thing to Christian Gray? Who sent you here anyway? Was it my secretary? No don’t tell me, it must be my sister, Alexis.” He shoots one question after the next and I don’t reply. My eyes are big and now I can see his dark blue almost lavender eyes and he has the longest dark eyelashes circling his beautiful eyes.

“Alexis did bring me here, but it’s not what you think,” I say looking wide eyed at him. He saunters closer to me, his dick is hard, and he makes no move to cover himself. He’s proud of his body; the narcissist.

“Then you should get everything you think is coming to you. Are you the age of consent?” What does that mean I should get what’s coming to me?

“Yes, but...” He’s backing me up against the door of the closet. My butt is on the door and he gently pulls me to him. He’s staring down at me. His eyes are making a pass over my nipples and areola. He puts his finger over my areola and glides to the tip of my nipple. I’m aroused and my nipples respond to his light warm touch. “It’s dark,” he says meeting my eyes.

“That’s because I’m black,” I say aroused but with a bite of sarcasm.

He tilts his head to the side and lowers his head as if he’s wondering what to do next. Then he kisses my lips and brushes his tongue across them. I close my eyes and I part my lips for his tongue, but it doesn’t enter my open mouth.

“You are eighteen?” He questions.

“Yes. Yes, nineteen.” My voice is soft, hoarse, and inviting. I’m mesmerized by his blue eyes that seem to change colors, and they are holding me and he is holding me in his muscular arms. I feel his hard cock edge under my mound and settle hard between my legs.

“Are you Vivian’s daughter?” I glance at him confused. Who is he talking about? Does he expect her and he doesn’t know how she looks? I had so many questions but he answered one and I didn’t have to say anything.

“My house keeper. I don’t have any other black women working for me.” He lowers his head and kisses my nipples, and I’m wet down to my clit. He places his hand between my legs. I don’t answer him he just assumes I’m Vivian’s daughter and I let him believe what he wants.

“You are wet and tight. I don’t think I’ve ever had a virgin hide in my closet before. You did say that Alexis brought you here.” He’s fondling me and putting his finger in my opening, and my juices are flowing, and I extend my mound into his hand where he cups me with his large hands, and with his middle finger lodged in my pussy.

His mouth is sucking my nipples and his hand is cupping and then circling my clit. He’s pushing his body into me. “Oh fuck me,” he protests.

“I have to have your virgin pussy,” he moans into my ear.

I glance down at him my heart is beating at a serious pace. I can hear it and I swear anyone within a two mile radius can hear it, too. I swear that his heart is beating louder than mine. He’s grinding on my mound, pushing his pelvis into my body, and sucking my nipples, and my hand is raking his dark silky hair and meeting the thrust of his pelvis.

The friction of the movement of our two bodies is exciting me beyond measure. I push my mound into him and I think I’m getting an orgasm.

He holds my hands over my head, and his mouth is on my nipple, and he’s moaning and breathing as if his heart will explode. His dick is full and painful as he pushes into my mound hard trying to let his penis do the job of his hand but it doesn’t work.

He looks at me and takes his penis and places it in a position to enter me. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just stay still and it will only take a minute and I will break that troublesome little hymen and we will both be better for it. I don’t know why I shouted out...

“I’m Wayne’s sister.”

He pulls away from me. He stands there with his hand to his mouth. “Not the little girl with the big Afro that was riding a bike when I came to see my sister. Not the one I saw two years ago still wearing long dresses?”

He says grabbing for his robe, throwing it across my shoulders, then rushing for another robe and putting it on and tying it around his waist. Then he takes the time to laugh. He’s laughing at me or he’s laughing at how absurd the whole situation is.

He remembered me but I didn’t remember him. He was a man and I was a child. A protected sixteen year old. My brother had me dressing like a little white girl at sixteen no wonder the boys didn’t want to date me and the girls made fun of me. Who wears long dresses and stocking and Mary Jane shoes to school? Girls were decked down in jeans and leather jackets in high school I was dressing like a Quaker.