Page 81 of Chasing Lynda

I smile at the prospect of what’s to come. I’m already as hard as a rock but I resist the temptation to wrap my fingers around my erection.

I take my time finishing my drink; Delaney has been instructed to wash thoroughly, scrubbing under her nails and washing her hair. I hate dirty bodies, I think shuddering in disgust. Women’s bodies are especially dirty and if we need to achieve purity, being physically clean is a must.

Once I think enough time has passed, I exit the changing room, joining the awaiting families and Greggs in the pool room.

I made sure there were chairs offering all the attendees a complete view of the ritual that’s about to take place.

I smile when Delaney enters the room, clad in a white robe that’s identical to the one I’m wearing.

The attendant instructs her to stop by the few steps that lead into the shallow end of the pool.

“Delaney Connelly,” I say, projecting my voice as far as possible into the room, even though my audience is sitting just a few feet away from me. “Are you ready to clean your body and soul of all the impurities that soil your being? Are you ready to renounce the darkness that holds you back and give yourself completely to the Light?”

Delaney’s voice is loud and clear; her blue eyes remind me of my sweet Lynda. If only her hair was a few shades darker, I could almost imagine that I was looking at my late wife. “I’m ready,” she says, lifting her head and meeting my gaze. “I give myself entirely to the Light.”

She unties the belt, letting the robe fall off her shoulders and revealing her naked body.

The little slut seems proud rather than ashamed of standing naked in front of her future husband and her future in-laws. I let my eyes peruse her curves and think that she doesn’t have that much to be proud of. My Lynda is ... was much prettier than her. Lynda was perfect.

I almost lose my resolve to go through with this, but then I remember that Lynda it’s gone, reduced to ashes. Burned by the fire and returned to the darkness. All because she ran from me. She ran from the Light.

The robe pools around Delaney’s ankles and she immediately steps into the pool, descending the tiled steps into the water.

I watch, fascinated as her body is engulfed by the turquoise water of the pool, covering more skin with each new step she takes.

She stops just a few steps over the five feet line, where the water is level with her collarbones. She looks at me and I nod, encouraging her to do as I instructed her.

Delaney advances a few more steps into the pool, and stops when the water has completed covered her body; the surface closes over her head, submerging her completely.

Like I told her she should do, she stays in that spot for about a minute; then she advances toward the opposite end of the pool, swimming when her feet no longer touch the tiled floor.

I stand by the edge, waiting for her with my attendant who offers her a towel to dry herself.

“Delaney,” I say solemnly. “You’ve cleaned your body and soul from the impurities caused by the life you led until today. Are you ready to give your entire yourself to the Light?”

When she answers affirmatively, I gesture toward the single blow up mattress I had set up near the deep end exit of the pool.

Delaney lies down on her back, with her blue eyes set on me. That’s when I untie my robe, dropping it to my feet while the attendant covers Delaney’s body with a white sheet.

The sheet covers the young woman’s entire body like a shroud, except for a hole exposing the center of her essence. I kneel on the mattress, hovering over her. “Delaney, do you willingly surrender the source of all the sin and depravity that weighs down your soul?” I ask with my most imposing tone.

I learned a lot from Harold’s mistakes. The mikveh-style purification ritual is obviously just for the families’ benefit. So is the sheet; I’m pretty sure that the myth that the orthodox Jewish men fuck their wives through a hole in a sheet is an old wives tale. But like Harold taught me, rituals lend legitimacy to pretty much anything. And a lot of different denominations believe in the purifying power of water immersion.

“I surrender,” Delaney utters, loud and clear.

That’s the other fundamental thing I learned from Harold’s mistakes. Always get consent. I have witnesses now that the bitch agreed to be fucked. Her parents and her future in-laws were also there to see that Delaney didn’t receive any “chemical incentive” to make her more compliant. She’s doing this out of her own free will.

“Receive the Light!” I shout, fisting the base of my erection and plunging into her with one hard thrust until I’m buried in her to the hilt.

I vaguely hear some gasps and murmurs coming from our audience as I begin to pound into Delaney’s wet heat.

I’m fucking her hard. This isn’t for her pleasure.

I haven’t been inside a woman since my wedding night. First because of the arrest and then because I was chasing Lynda. I was too bereaved to even look at another woman. So I know that I’m not going to last long and it doesn’t matter.

Delaney doesn’t move, letting me own her like I told her she should but those blue eyes ...

They aren’t right. They aren’t the right shape or the right shade of blue. She isn’t my Lynda. “Close your eyes, bitch!” I growl, low enough that only she can hear me.

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