Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More) (14 page)

“Not an execution of that sort, more of a trip down memory lane.”

The sound of their heels on the tiled floor echoed with each step they took. Wyatt paused at the third door on the left and again used his eye scan to open it. The first thing that hit Ben was the light scent of mold, but the air rushing from the room was cool. Wyatt moved in front of him and paused to turn on the overhead lights. At that second, Ben felt like a kid in a candy store. Before him were rows and rows of file cabinets of all shapes and sizes. He wandered down the closest aisle and started to read the titles on the cabinets. From land grants and deeds to supply lists going back to the seventeen hundreds. It looked to Ben like no one ever threw out a scrap of paper relating to the island.

“Over here,” Wyatt called, his voice muted by the air system circulating around them. “Three aisles over to your left,” he instructed.

When Ben finally found him, Wyatt stood before an old safe, a huge thing that had to be two hundred years old. Wyatt bent down and started twirling the knob, clicking noises acknowledging each correct number. When he finally stood, he used the large, metal wheel-like contraption to open the door. Wyatt’s muscles strained under the lab coat as he finally pulled open the door.

“This is a big step, Ben. Enjoy the present you’ve been given.”

Ben walked closer to the safe and peered over Wyatt’s shoulder looking inside the huge, coffin-like steel enclosure. He was confused at first then realized what he was looking at. It was all the documents relating to the island and the lighthouse, the original and its replacement rebuilt in the eighteen sixties.

“Lila has a lot of trust in you,” Wyatt said, rising to give Ben access. “It’s all here, all the original documents. There’s a desk at the far end of the next aisle and a copy machine. Have at it till you’re content. You can make copies of the documents, but do not take any originals out of the room.”

“I’m stunned. Lila mentioned she had some documents, but I never imagined this.”

“Then you haven’t given her enough thought. She is an amazing woman with many facets. Beyond the business and renovating the island, she has a passion for history, she respects it. And remember, any document you come across here is covered by your nondisclosure agreements.”

“Of course,” Ben managed, his mind already preoccupied by what he was given access to.

“Ben, Lila’s family documents are in here, too. For now, she’d prefer you leave them sealed, do you understand?” Ben nodded his agreement. “Good, don’t do anything to fuck with her trust.”

“Of course not,” Ben mumbled, already pulling open the top drawer. He grabbed the first files and wandered toward the desk.

“I’ll have Vernon bring you supper in a while. Enjoy this time, Ben. It’s a gift from Lila, letting you into her private history.”

“I won’t screw this up. I respect her and the island too much.”

“Have at it and remember to lock up everything before you leave. You’re not to leave any document out, understand?”

“Of course.”

“Once you leave the room, you can’t get back in without me or Lila. So enjoy tonight, and if Lila is happy with your time here, she’ll arrange to get you security access.”

“I’ll be careful,” he mumbled, reading the first document he came across. “Ah, Wyatt, thanks, and tell Lila I appreciate her confidence.”

“See you tomorrow, Ben. Don’t stay here all night.”

Ben didn’t watch him leave, he was already absorbed in the information the documents held. He rallied a few hours later when Vernon brought him a supper tray and left after midnight when he was exhausted and his eyesight bleary. He was careful to lock away all the original documents, acknowledging this was a trust situation he’d have to respect if he ever wanted to get back in the room. And from what he saw, he knew his life’s goal was to get back in that room. In the back of his mind, the novel formed in chapters as if it was writing itself through him. The history of the island could be told from a perspective that held no alliance with anyone, just the island itself.

As he wandered back to his apartment, his fingers itched to get to his computer and start the outline. Lila had just given him the best present ever, a reason to exist beyond a job.

* * * *

After leaving Ben in the document room, Wyatt met Lila as arranged for supper, a superb meal which they enjoyed before retiring to her bedroom. Their evening together had been beyond satisfying, and he lay exhausted beside her, their limbs still intertwined.

“You are amazing,” she whispered, rolling onto her back.

“You bring out the best in me. What else can I do for you?”

“Rest a bit and I’ll think of something.” She reached to the nightstand and took her glass of wine, sipping before handing it to him.

“If I rest too much, I’ll fall into a blissful sleep.” He felt her stiffen slightly beside him and brushed her hair from her face. “Relax, I know, I have to go back to my bed.”

“It’s my only rule,” Lila reminded him. “Anything else I have is yours, except my bed for sleeping.” Her hand snaked down between them and grasped his cock, stroking him gently. “You’re getting hard in my hand. What would you like this round?”

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” he said and rolled to his side, putting the glass down.

“I know you’re crazy, and you know I’m a bit insane, tell me what you want.”

“I’d like you to do me with your strap-on cock.” He felt no embarrassment telling her his request, rather felt his cock surge in her palm. Without words, Lila slid from beside him and sauntered naked to the cabinet between the windows. He watched her open the doors and scan her toys. It was natural for him to fist his cock while watching her. She chose a black leather bikini and made a point of seductively lifting each leg before sliding it up and into place. Turning back to the closet, he waited anxiously to see which dildo she would choose. She hesitated and turned to him.

“How do you want to get fucked, from behind or facing me?”

Wyatt slid down on the mattress and shifted until he was comfortable. “I’d like to see your face when you fuck me, so missionary, I think, for tonight.”

“So I won’t be a substitute for Ben fucking you then?” She smiled and reached into the closet. “Get ready for me,” she all but commanded. Wyatt took her instruction and rolled to the bed stand, taking a tube of lube from the drawer. He lay back and squirted some of the liquid into his palm. “That’s it, let me watch you rub it all over you.”

He began by coating his cock with the cool gel, adding more until his testicles were coated, too. Wyatt slid his index finger in and out of his anus, adding more lube until he was comfortable taking two of his fingers easily. “Are you getting all creamy watching me finger my ass?”

“A bit,” she told him with a sly smile. “You’d better add more lube,” she told him and turned her back to him as she slid her choice of dildo into the fitted panty. Turning back, he saw she chose his favorite, a long, thick dildo. As she sauntered toward him, she stroked the fake phallus as if it were a real cock. Reaching the bedside, she paused and waited until he rushed into position, sucking the toy deep between his lips. “That’s it, suck my cock, Wyatt, make it slick so I can fuck your ass.” She dropped her hand to the back of his neck, prompting him to take more of the toy. “Rub your cock while you suck mine.”

Wyatt had no words, didn’t let go of his grip on the dildo, only nodded and grabbed his cock, sliding his hand up and back until droplets of pre-cum appeared on the tip. Lila reached over him and took the droplet on her finger, placing it on the toy so he could suck both at the same time. “Look at me when you suck my cock, Wyatt.”

He glanced upward and saw the look on her face. He knew their time had begun when he saw her take her breast in her hand and lift her nipple to her lips. He watched intently as she sucked it between her lips. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back as she sucked her own nipple. He felt her body quake a short time later and knew she’d given herself a small orgasm.

“Slide to the side of the bed,” she all but commanded, waiting while he moved to the edge. “Legs up,” she said, her tone not joking.

Wyatt eagerly lifted his legs up until she leaned down and grasped his calves, guiding them onto her shoulders. She moved her hands higher to the back of his thighs and tugged him to the very edge of the mattress, only releasing her grasp when she had him positioned where she wanted him.

“Is my cock slick enough to fuck you?”

“Try me,” he said, glancing away.

“Oh my, you are in a mood,” she said and used his legs to tug him an inch closer. “You want it rough tonight. I can accommodate you.” Her fingers pinched into his thighs and held him in place as she pushed the dildo fully into his body in one long, quick push.

Wyatt groaned and shifted his weight until her toy was where he wanted it. “Fuck me,” he told her. “Fuck me like I was bad and need to be punished.”

“You’ve been bad,” she said, pulling the toy out completely before pushing it back in. “Tell me what you’re being punished for.”

“Everything I’ve ever done wrong in this life.”

Lila laughed and continued to fuck his ass with the toy, holding him tight to her by his thighs on her shoulders. “For everything, I think I’d need restraints and paddles.”

“No, don’t go,” he pleaded, afraid she’d leave him to get the equipment. He saw her smile and he relaxed. She pushed her weight forward, the fake cock moving deeper inside him. Using her body weight, she continued to lean forward until his knees were pushed back by his ears.

“Hold your legs there while I fuck you.”

Wyatt grasped the back of his knees and held them in place while Lila used the dildo to ream him thoroughly. He closed his eyes and remembered an image of the last time she had paddled him. His body shook with excitement and embarrassment at asking for more.

“What are you thinking about?”

Her tone was so soft and soothing he almost told her but at the last second relented.

“You’re just making it worse for yourself, holding back answers will get you into more trouble. Or is that what you were hoping for?”

“Just remembering old times,” he finally admitted.

“Which one?” Lila lessened her weight on him and leaned back, taking the toy from his body and pausing just at his opening. “Which time?” she asked again and pushed in him. “Talk to me, Wyatt, or I’ll take the ginger root to you the next time we’re in the playroom, or is that what you truly want and don’t have the guts to ask for?”

Wyatt stilled, remembering the first time she used it on him. It was exactly what she wanted from the look on her face. She’d threatened him with it on occasion but only used it with his full permission. “Not tonight,” he finally admitted. “But I was thinking about it.”

“Your ass was such a beautiful shade of red from the paddle that night. And the way you squirmed within your bonds watching me peel away the skin of the gingerroot, anticipating the burn. God, your cock was so hard that night.” Lila smiled at him. “Good times,” she teased, using short strokes instead of deep ones to change his pleasure.

“That night embarrasses me to remember,” he finally confessed.

“I know that, Wyatt. That’s why you need it on occasion, to remember who is truly in charge.” She paused and sucked a patch of his shoulder skin between her teeth and bit it lightly. “I still remember how deep you were inside me, your dick like a baseball bat pumping up into me. As I recall, it was your suggestion that I take the top that time. You wanted to fuck my ass with the root still inside you, moving like a dildo up your ass with its own incredible, almost indescribable ache.”

“I do remember that night,” he admitted again, knowing he was sealing his fate for another time when she’d bind him to the examination table and use the root. He remembered how she looked that night, wearing a white lab coat with nothing under it, how her breasts swayed under the cloth.