Authors: Rowena
Tags: #Erotic Fiction, #Suspense, #Omnibus, #Romance, #Voyeurism
Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set
SYNOPSIS
Billionaire Errol Jameson is bored.
Money has been able to buy him everything, and with most of his work outsourced, and all life goals met, including easy access to beautiful, willing women, he needs new challenges.
He decides to create his own reality show to appease his
voyeuristic tendencies
, his first unwitting test subjects and show stars:
Calla & Jason
.
Jason has been in love with his friend’s girl for a while now.
The three of them have known each other since adolescence, but Scott whisked Calla away before Jason could even begin to make sense of, and act on, the tender feelings he has for Calla. Seeing the two of them together has tortured him for over eight years, and he has been forced to accept that he’ll only be Calla’s friend.
But life has thrown an unexpected curveball, and he finds himself
trapped in an unfamiliar place
with Calla, who has also been kidnapped. A disembodied voice tells them that the only way they’ll be freed is to give in to
carnal intimacy
—an idea that appalls and disgusts the faithful, prim Calla.
Will they find another way out? If not, how long until they give in to the demands, and what will become of their relationship after?
A love triangle erotic romance told in three parts. All three parts included!
18+ only*
*
NB:
The story depicted here is intended for
mature audiences
. It most likely contains coarse language and
highly graphic depictions of sex acts
meant to titillate and excite the reader. All copulating characters are
18 years or older
.
Copyright © 2015 by Rowena
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Eromantica Publications
First Edition: May 2015
TABLE OF CONTENTS
DEVIANT
CALLA & JASON
By
ROWENA
THE BILLIONAIRE VOYEUR SERIES
BOOK ONE
Copyright © 2014 by Rowena
All rights reserved.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
P
eople feel safe with all of their clothes on.
That slim piece of cotton, silk, or polyester functions as a kind of barrier, one that supposedly keeps us from jumping each other’s bones out of sheer visual stimulation. How many of us can see a naked person and not think of sex, even if in the context of not wanting it with that person?
I like to see people stripped naked—and not just in a literal, physical way. I knew I was a voyeur from an early age—as many people are; I lived for glimpses of people having sex. As a teenaged boy, porn quickly wore out for me, and I had to see the acts live and in the flesh, so to speak. Now, I can get off no other way.
Luckily, my massive funds allow me to indulge in as many ways as I can think of—and, believe me, I’ve thought of many.
I’m bored of watching willing participants, however; it’s time to orchestrate a different kind of show.
And so it begins.
Calla and Jason are both twenty-four, and neither of them could have known what hit them.
Once released from their ropes, blindfolds and gags, the two were relieved to see each other as the lights turned on and they figured out that they were in trouble together, since they know each other.
She’s a cute blonde with large dark eyes—at least a nine when dressed up, and that’s saying something, as I’ve had my share of tens.
He’s a good-looking, well-built lad with dark hair and green eyes.
They are friends, and have been for a while; in fact, his best friend is her boyfriend.
This will be such fun!
For all the bravado, people are slaves to chemical reactions, mere pawns of biological imperatives.
Let the games begin.
1
JASON
W
hen I see the look on Calla’s face, I realize we are in this together.
I don’t know what hit me—all I know is that everything went black, and after slowly awakening to the sight of darkness in what felt like a moving vehicle, I struggled against my confines for a while before blacking out again.
The next time I woke up, my hands were free from their bonds, and I was able to see again instead of having constant blackness in front of my eyes like when I tried to before.
The odd voice that suddenly comes into the small, unfamiliar and dimly lit room with the weirdly smooth gray walls makes both Calla and me jump. It sounds distorted and sends a chill up my spine.
“Hello, Jason and Calla,” it says. “You don’t know me, but I know you two rather well. The long and short of the matter is this: the sooner you make love to each other, the sooner you’ll be released. You may think you can possibly escape this space without doing so, but you will discover quickly how mistaken you are. There is only one way out of this chamber, and I have already given you the key.”
Calla looks so worried that I try to think of something comforting to say to her, but I come up blank.
“Is this some kind of joke?” she says, looking at me as if I could possibly have the answer.
“I hope so,” I say. “Can’t imagine who’d play it though.”
“I assure you that this is no joke,” the voice says. “And I am well aware of the…complications of the matter. You, Calla—such a sweet girl, with your pious background and sense of devotion, can’t possibly imagine giving in to my terms just yet, I’m sure. Sleeping with your boyfriend’s best friend! Oh, the impropriety.” Calla’s mouth falls open while the speaker chuckles. “But you, Jason—I know you have what it takes to get you two out of here.”
“I would rather starve to death than sleep with you—no offense,” Calla says to me, her eyes narrowing, and then looking away.
Offense taken. But I can’t say that, of course.
Still, who wouldn’t be offended? I’m not a bad-looking dude—certainly not so unattractive that someone would rather literally die if saving their life means us ending up in the horizontal tango. I mean, jeez—what’s that about, Calla?
She jumps when the voice comes again.
“You won’t starve—we’ll make sure of that. But make no mistake, you will stay here until my terms of release are fulfilled.”
I had already done so, but I look around the room again with new eyes.
It’s about a thousand square feet and has a shower in one corner—no shower curtains, no door, no way of hiding. Just a drain, and some soap on the embedded soap dish.
A well-made up bed is in the opposite corner.
I walk over to what looks like a closed-off area near the shower and discover a toilet. Opposite that is a basin with unopened toothbrush packages and toothpaste.
Near the bed is a pile of soft material, and when I examine it, I discover underwear—bathrobes, lingerie.
Next, I check out the bed. It looks so inviting—the bedspread and decorative pillows almost glisten from what is clearly more expensive linen than my own budget no-name brand. Plus, I’m kind of tired. I guess being kidnapped and knocked out with who-knows-what and driving for who-knows-how-long will do that to you.
“It’s just not happening,” Calla says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
When I look at her, I see that she is standing with her arms folded, shaking her head. “We’ll just have to wait this out. This can’t be real.”
“Oh, but it is, my dear Calla, you shall see,” the voice intrudes again.
“Let us out of here, you sick fuck!” she screams at the voice.
Haha! I have to stop myself from laughing out loud. There went this guy’s whole proper church girl theory. Proper church girls don’t curse like that, do they? I know Calla, though—she’s a modest gal, but what a fiery streak she has. She doesn’t talk much, but piss her off and watch out.
The man behind the voice cackles at Calla’s outburst, and what can I say—goosebumps rise on my skin. Maybe the guy’s laugh was creepy anyway, but that distorted sound—whatever is being done to mask his real voice, I assume—made the laugh straight out of a nightmare.
Who knew what we were dealing with here?
Personally, I figure shouting and screaming at him won’t do much good, but whatever makes Calla feel better, I guess.
In the meantime, I’ll just have to think and figure out an alternate way to get us out of this; there has to be some way outside of this weirdo’s terms.
“Oh, Calla,” the voice begins again, “I cannot wait to see the soft pink lips of your pussy open up to him.”
I can tell Calla is struck dumb by his words, as am I.
And I have to admit—what he said turned me on. The idea of the soft, pink
anything
on Calla…
I make sure not to look at her after that. Or the bed.
