Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More) (22 page)

She sighed, nostalgic for the playroom she’d designed and enjoyed in her old house. She and Paul had many an encounter in that place, ones that educated and delighted her. Paul never complained about their escapades or pushed her further than she was willing to go.

“We were both so young,” she said aloud, moving the dildos in her body. She took the one from her pussy and sucked it between her lips, licking it clean of her juices before pushing it back inside her. “God, he was good,” she said, hitting the remote to rerun the movie she watched. It was one of her favorites with Paul. He was dominant and she pretended to be submissive. His cock was long and thick, just like the dildos she now pumped in and out of her body

* * * *

Paul was close to her age. She’d met him when his enlistment was up and he just retired from the armed services. He was extremely well-built with a definite attitude of superiority. He’d taken over her security department and showed her another side of her personality to explore without shame or the fear of repercussions. They’d bonded while testing her limits of bondage and spanking, sex toys, and tantric sex. Together they’d loved, laughed, and fucked with total abandon. She’d learned more about the nonsexual side of her personality and how to deal with scummy people beyond calling a lawyer and letting the legal system deal with her problems. Lila learned she liked being a hands-on boss adapting Paul’s eye for an eye mentality. She understood his philosophy came from his military training and was thankful he shared his wisdom with her.

Lila sighed at her memories. Paul could be demonstrative just standing still and continually surprised her with his softer side. He and Vernon were the only men she ever cried in front of. Her father’s death was one of those occasions. Paul had remained stoic throughout the funeral and guided her to see all sides of a situation before making impulsive emotional decisions. In the following years, when she took over complete control of Abbott Industries, he’d taught her patience and how to read people’s body language beyond what she read in books.

He exuded sex. His military-trained body and haircut were a part of his persona. He always wore well-fitting denim, work boots, and T-shirts. On formal occasions, he exchanged the T-shirt for a man-tailored shirt and sport coat. Lila learned the boots were practical for hiding weapons. He wore the denim because he knew it made his ass look good. He believed in comfort and would not be browbeaten into fashion trends.

She changed the disc and watched how they fucked. The first time he tied her hands behind her back, they were in her bedroom. He’d teased her to distraction with his hands, mouth, fingers, and toys. Paul had made her beg him to fuck her. It was the first time she realized bondage could be freeing in a strange direction. It wasn’t the last time he bound her. Lila laughed as she remembered her safe word, Alaska, chosen because it was a place neither of them had ever been. Although she’d never used it, in the back of her mind, it let her experience Paul to the fullest, assured he’d stop if she said the single word.

The next tape was made while they were in her new “playroom.” A room they’d designed together. She again remembered having to wear silver cuff-like bracelets on her wrists for over a week until the marks from the handcuffs faded. She still wore the bracelets on occasion, never letting on that they brought back fond memories of being bound and fucked by him. Paul taught her to play pool, and she’d promptly suggested they play for stakes, namely their clothing. Of course, she’d lost the game on purpose, but being butt-fucked from behind while balancing her weight on the edge of the table had stayed with her. She moved one of the plastic replicas in her body as if he was there fucking her at that very moment. While the toys were only a replacement for his true cock, it was what she had left of him.

Lila realized that their time together was growing short after five years together. She had learned everything she could from him, businesswise and sexwise, and Paul was starting to get antsy staying in one place. He wanted to travel, something she couldn’t join him in, so she let him go gracefully with many thanks for the life lessons he’d taught her. They’d parted amicably, and she’d given him the job of overseeing all the Abbott Industries security departments. It afforded him the travel he wanted and kept him with her organization. She trusted him with her life and her secrets.

This week they’d discussed the slimy lawyer, and she trusted him to deal with the man. Paul would make sure there was no retribution, and any thoughts of it would land the man at the end of Paul’s wrath, which she’d learned was very imaginative. His time abroad had enlightened him beyond the norm. Lila laughed out loud remembering how intimidated and horrified the lawyer had been when Paul suggested someone might fuck his cockhead. Her body shivered at the concept of having your urethra stretched with medical instruments. They were called sounds and dilators, stainless steel shafts that would stretch any opening with continued use and graduated sizes. Eventually with persistence you could stretch a urethra so far that a cock would fit inside it. She knew that was her line not to be crossed. Of course, if Paul’s new charge became obnoxious, he’d send her the tapes of the stretching and fucking to keep as blackmail material until all his debts had been repaid. While she found the whole episode distasteful, she’d learned sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Humiliation with humiliation. In this case, she felt the punishment fit his actions.

While she wished they’d had some private time to fuck for a few days, she knew it wouldn’t be right. Wyatt and Ben were her partners now, and she wouldn’t betray their trust, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t relive her memories while watching the movies they’d made. Paul had taught her one very important lesson. You couldn’t go back. Whether it be a place or person, it would never be the same. This was a lesson she’d taken to heart and lived every day. It was also the reason she’d signed Ben to a five-year contract, knowing that things would change. If at the end of the time they still wanted the same thing, she’d re-sign him again. Only time would tell.

* * * *

By Tuesday, she was ready to go back to work, as were all her employees who had enjoyed their three-day weekend. She held back her temper when the day wore long, and she was horny. She’d seen both men in passing and made arrangements to meet them for supper. After going over the day’s work with them and making sure everyone was back to their assigned tasks, she decided it was time to enjoy her men. Neither seemed surprised when she requested they go back to their spot on the dunes where they’d watched the fireworks from last Saturday. All the workmen were gone, along with any indication they were ever there.

* * * *

Settled in the late evening on blankets, she sat back and asked her men what they did over the weekend. Lila knew Ben would be blushing even though she couldn’t see it in the dark.

“Instead, show me what you two did.” She settled back and waited for the men to react.

“We drove out to Montauk,” Ben started. “And had lunch.”

“We headed to the ocean and wandered the old lighthouse for a bit,” Wyatt added.

“And where did you find to fuck?” Both her men glanced at each other.

“We didn’t,” Ben finally said. “There were people all over the place. It was so crowded we never found a spot we felt comfortable we wouldn’t be interrupted.”

“My poor boys,” she teased. “There’s only us here now, tell me what you would have done if you’d have found some privacy.” She gave them her knowing smile and watched them start to relax before her. “Ben?”

“I was anxious to suck Wyatt, but he only got to fondle me a bit while we drove home.” Both men started to laugh at the same time.

“We decided even that wasn’t a good idea when a large truck passed us on the road.”

“You two are so conventional, come here, both of you.” She waited patiently while they moved before her and waited for her direction. “Drop your pants, men. Then I want you to lie down and suck each other off.” She again waited while they took their positions, arranging themselves into a sixty-nine where they could enjoy each other and she could watch.

“That’s better,” she urged. “Ben, is Wyatt’s cock hard between your lips?” He motioned with his head but didn’t let go of the other man’s cock. “Wyatt, are you enjoying this, or do you want something else?”

He pulled his lips from Ben’s cock and glanced to her. “I want to fuck him, but first let me finger him a bit to loosen him up.”

“I have a better idea,” she said, reaching to her tote bag. She had both their attentions when she drew out a small bottle of lube and two dildos. Lila didn’t have to explain her idea. She waited while they rearranged themselves. Wyatt instinctively knew what she wanted, Ben went along with him. When they were both on their knees with their butts facing her, she handed each of them a dildo to suck. It was her fingers using the lube on both of them. Changing the pace, she slid her fingers in and out of their bodies. Just when she thought one of them might come, she’d slow down. When Ben let out an anguished groan, she finally relented.

“Ben, give me your toy.” He pulled it from his lips and handed it back to her. “Down on your forearms,” she instructed. “Wyatt…” He immediately handed her the toy he’d been sucking. Lila began the slow push of the toy in each man’s ass. She knew they would have preferred to have them thrust inside them immediately, but instead she teased them. “Use your hands and jerk yourselves off.” Lila tossed the lube between them and watched as Wyatt squirted some into Ben’s palm before taking some for himself. While they did that, she sat back and pulled up her skirt, exposing her naked pussy. “Jerk yourselves off,” she repeated and began moving their toys within them. “You’re getting me hot and bothered, guys.” She was flexing her thighs together to fend off the ache she felt. Lila let go of their dildos and pushed two fingers in her pussy.

“What would you like, Lila?” Wyatt glanced over his shoulder and winked at her. With somewhat awkward movements, he rushed around, still on his knees, with his toy in place and began to stroke his cock with renewed enthusiasm.

When Ben saw what he did, he followed his lead. Lila was already pushing two fingers in her pussy. “I’m going to come soon. Do you want me to shoot on you or Wyatt?”

“Come on my pussy,” she told him, and Ben nudged closer.

“Do I get to lick you clean?” Ben asked, his tone all but breathless as his hand moved faster over his cock.

“Yes, shoot your cum on me, and you can lick me clean. Do you want to get fucked or just come?” Ben glanced at her and down to his hand. “Wyatt, I think he wants you to fuck his butt while he licks my pussy.”

“Is that what will get you off?” Wyatt asked.

“It wouldn’t hurt,” she told him and watched while he repositioned himself behind Ben. “Wyatt, is your toy still embedded?” He nodded it was while pulling out Ben’s toy. With one push, his hard cock was inside the other man’s body. Ben came, his cock letting out several long spurts of cum on Lila’s pussy and thighs as soon as Wyatt’s cock filled him. He dropped before her, leaving his ass in the air. Wyatt grasped his hips and began to fuck him while Ben buried his face between Lila’s legs, licking his cum from her pussy. He used his fingers to fuck her while he licked, all in unison to Wyatt’s movements.

“That’s what I wanted to do the other night while watching the fireworks but didn’t dare.”

“Close your eyes and picture it now,” Ben told her, leaving her pussy only momentarily.

Lila made a point of switching her hips against his tongue and sat back with her eyes closed. When she felt his full attention was back to her, she glanced to Wyatt and smiled. He nodded and started pumping faster into Ben’s ass. “Ben, slip a finger in my ass. That will make me come.” She loved that he did what she asked without question. He had three fingers in her pussy and used his other hand to slip his index finger in her ass. He sucked her clit harder, and she began to feel the stirrings. Lila groaned and pushed her weight deeper onto Ben. She could feel Wyatt pumping harder into Ben and knew he’d come soon. With one final push, she knew Wyatt came in Ben’s ass. In turn, her body shook with her orgasm. What she hadn’t expected was for Ben to lean backward and come on her pussy a second time, without his touch.

“Oh, Ben, you’ve been hiding your talents from us,” she teased. He all but collapsed between her legs.