by Neil, Louisa
The next morning, he went to the liquor store and grabbed empty boxes to pack in. Returning to his nondescript apartment, he realized, other than some books and clothing, nothing had any real value to him. The furniture came with the rental, and most of his memorabilia was already in storage since the divorce. He made a point of dropping off a payment to the storage company to cover five years of rent and added a few cartons of books. That done, he went back to the apartment and wasted the rest of the week, biding his time until he would meet the Sunday morning ferry to Pyxis. It was the longest week of his life, anticipating what his life would be like, what his job would actually be, and if Lila would suck his cock again.
His true desire was to fuck her, but he understood any sexual contact between them would be at her initiative. He was a patient man. He would wait for her advance. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize. Ben found himself masturbating several times a day, each to a new scenario he thought up. Some of them had him in control and Lila writhing under his touch, responding to his every command. A few had him following her orders, obeying her whims as she used his body for her pleasure.
Friday night, he thought about Wyatt and the time they’d spent together touring the island, his cock full and stirring. It had been a long time since Ben spent quality time with a man, but he was realizing he missed the male approach on occasion. That set off a whole new set of fantasies. Would Wyatt be his companion? Would both Lila and Wyatt become companions? Of course, it would be Lila’s decision. That he knew for sure. Whatever her relationship was with Wyatt, it was well-established. His mind became wrapped in the idea, and he jerked his cock to the image of Lila straddling his face so he could lick her pussy while Wyatt fucked his ass. He came with a new force, his cum spraying high in the air and landing on his belly. It was the first time in months he felt completely sexually sated.
He decided it was out of his control, and he’d take whatever was offered from either of them. Ben accepted that in this one time in his life he wouldn’t be in charge or responsible for everything that went on. It would be nice to do your job and walk away at the end of the day. He knew living on the island, he would be technically on-call all the time, except Sundays, yet the weight of the situation never felt overwhelming. He was going to be a glorified site supervisor, apparently with perks. As long as he did his work, why not enjoy the benefits that might come with it? While he knew it was a subservient stance, he decided it was still an offer too good to resist. Ben was actually looking forward to being taught the ropes. His body froze with his words, and he was afraid to breathe. “Ropes, where did that come from?” He shook himself and instantly saw himself in various positions, all with one thing in common, his hands tied. Ben laughed aloud, pushing off the idea as a metaphor for his next five years.
Chapter Three
The dock master had shown him where to park his truck and locked it away in the garage with Lila and Wyatt’s vehicles. The man had been polite but businesslike, just as he’d been when they met on his previous trips. Today, Ben had two suitcases, his laptop, and two cartons of books to start his new job and life with. As with the last trips, the few employees he encountered smiled and nodded but didn’t speak to him or each other. From his contract, he knew Lila valued her privacy above all else, and even small infractions were cause for dismissal. Apparently, her employees took her seriously. The water was choppy on his ferry ride, leaving him slightly queasy when he arrived on the island.
Wyatt arrived at the island dock just as the ferry arrived and helped Ben load his belongings. While it was a sunny day, it was still brisk with the winds.
“Thanks for the ride,” Ben said, fitting himself into the passenger seat of the open-air four-wheeler.
“No problem, Lila wanted to make sure you’re settled and comfortable. She’ll meet you tomorrow morning and get down to business.”
They arrived at the industrial-looking cement block building that would be his residence for the next years. He knew the interior was extremely different, the living quarters well-appointed and comfortable. That night, he ate in the mess hall with the evening staff. Most acknowledged his presence with a nod or a smile, none sat with him. Watching from under his lashes, he realized all the staff ate alone, some with books or newspapers, others ignoring the people around them. While polite, he understood this was not a place of business where friendships were encouraged. The rest of the evening he spent in his new apartment, unpacking his clothes and books and scanning channels on the satellite television. He didn’t sleep well and was up early, dressed and waiting before eight when Lila met him at the reception area.
“Welcome, Ben, I hope you’re settled and ready to work?”
Her attitude was all business, even if her appearance was anything but. She wore a long black silk skirt over high-heeled boots. Her white silk shirt was covered with a wildly colored and patterned shawl knotted around her shoulders. Today, her hair was left loose down her back, a riot of black curls and that damn sexy gray streak near her face. He realized she wore makeup that was carefully applied to look natural. They sat side by side, going over well planned out work schedules he was supposed to supervise. He was issued a photo identification badge that allowed him access to certain areas. After her introduction to the day’s requirements, she left him to find his way around and introduce himself to the workers he would now oversee. All things being equal, he felt the first day went well, the employees polite and respectful, yet aloof.
The radio he’d been issued was used sparingly during the workday. There was no idle chatter. The four-wheel drive utility vehicle he’d been issued ran well, and toward the end of the day, he couldn’t help but test it out on a sand dune at the far end of the island. He liked the way it handled and made a few more passes before continuing on with his laps around the island, familiarizing himself with the outer buildings. The rest of the week went much the same, Lila meeting him each morning with the day’s work schedules. He realized he was becoming infatuated with the old lighthouse, spending his evenings staring at the structure and cautiously exploring the building. In the evenings, he researched online any information he could find about it and the island while it was still a government installation. Saturday, she invited him to have supper in her private quarters to discuss his first week.
Ben found it hard to retain his composure around her. Each day, his cock stirred hard with anticipation of seeing her. His worst predicament was waiting for his erection to subside so he could start his work day. Today, he went through the motions of work, wishing away the hours until he could shower and see her again. He handled his cock under the hot water, using the memory of Lila’s bare breasts as a catalyst to orgasm. He hoped he’d be able to better control his body in her presence.
Vernon opened the door to her private quarters, his impeccable suited appearance apparently his standard uniform. Ben decided he wore the formal clothing with ease. “Good evening, sir. The others will be here shortly. Would you like a drink while you wait?”
“Thanks, I’ll wait for Lila,” he managed to answer, taking in the luxurious apartment around him. He’d been to several locations in the private quarters, mostly meeting rooms, but tonight, seeing her private space was revealing.
Floor-length drapes of heavy material shut out all ambient light in the contemporary decorated living area. It was a comfortable space, done mostly in white with splashes of vivid color in throw pillows and accessories. He walked to the fireplace, the wood crackling below as he looked at the Picasso painting hanging above it.
“It’s an original,” Wyatt said from behind, shaking him from the stupor he’d fallen into while staring at the vividly colored art. He didn’t know much about the artist, had thought most of his works were dark and depressing, but this one was different.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Ben accepted the glass of wine Wyatt handed him.
“It’s from his Rose Period, nineteen hundred four through six. He was in France and influenced
by circus people. He focused on harlequins mostly, but this one is different. A single woman in pinks and oranges.”
“It’s as if Lila were the model,” he said, mostly to himself. Wyatt laughed.
“Lila always says the colors speak to her. I appreciate it for the sake of art, but Picasso was never my favorite.”
“I’ve never seen one up close, only in a museum or book.”
“Then you’ll enjoy viewing some of the other originals Lila’s collected. She has a keen eye for color and balance from many artists.”
“She’s a very well-rounded woman,” Ben said, shaken by Lila’s laugh coming from the doorway behind him. He felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment, then with angst as his cock became erect, stretching the fabric of his pants.
“Thank you, Ben, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She swept into the room in a navy blue pantsuit and accepted the wine Wyatt offered. Lila paused beside Ben and looked at the painting for only a moment before draping herself over the lounge end of a white sofa in the seating area. “Come and relax, Ben. You’re off duty now. Tell us about your first week. Any questions or comments?”
Ben tried to get his brain in gear but found it hard to concentrate with her draped across the sofa, the top of her suit giving him an ample view of her naked chest and breasts. He stumbled over a few inane questions about outer buildings but couldn’t concentrate. With each move she made, his focus went back to her breasts, only slightly covered. He knew she watched him carefully, knew she dressed to tease him. Now he had to decide if he should act on it or wait until she made a move. Wyatt sat across from her, ignoring her naked throat and chest, seemingly immune to her charms. Ben managed to choke down the expertly prepared meal and was thankful when he could break away from the two of them.
Back in his apartment, he stripped off his clothing on the way to the shower and fisted his cock until he sprayed on the shower wall. The next weeks of his life went similarly. He’d meet Lila each morning, receive his work orders, and on Saturday nights ate supper with Lila and Wyatt to be teased to distraction. He never saw her on Sundays, Wyatt explaining to Ben one day that Lila took Sundays as her down day. She never took care of business and was rarely seen. But come Monday, she would be back to work, her batteries recharged, so to speak. His day off was Sunday, he could do anything he wanted, including going to the mainland. After the first few weeks, he realized there wasn’t much drawing him there. He had all the amenities he could want, including satellite television and morning newspapers delivered daily.
Ben was also realizing another pattern. The third week of every month, she would leave at dark and not return for three days. When he’d mentioned it to Wyatt, he’d simply said she still had responsibilities with Abbott Industries and chose to leave her island for limited periods of time. It was usually after one of her trips that he’d see her photo in the newspaper, looking magnificent at some charity or political function. The headlines always seemed the same, the elusive Lila Abbott out on the town for a worthy cause.
In the last weeks, he began to get a different vibe from Wyatt. They’d spent some time together going over renovation plans for the laboratories. During those meetings, he found they had many things in common, and it was easy to joke with him. At first, he didn’t connect the occasional shoulder pat as anything more, but each time the hold would be a second longer. Ben often found Wyatt watching him surreptitiously, blushing when Ben would catch him. He never confronted him about it, rather took the occasional touch as a sign of encouragement and realized they were starting to build a friendship.
He began to acknowledge another pattern arising. Lila was seen around the offices and most of the buildings at least once a day. She turned up at odd places and work areas unannounced but was eagerly accepted by the staff when she did. He noted how she asked after a sick child or congratulated on an accomplishment. What he never saw was her outdoors during the day. Wyatt occasionally would be seen outdoors but never Lila. Nobody seemed to think it odd, but he did. Not that he would talk about it to anyone. Whether others had noted her aversion to daylight, she was often seen at dark riding around in one of the utility vehicles, surveying her island.
Lila relaxed in the living area of her apartment after a late supper with Wyatt. “So, how is Ben working out?” she asked, sipping from a brandy. “I’m getting good feedback from the custodial sections and housekeeping. The maintenance department doesn’t seem to have any gripes with him so far. Also, the landscapers seem to like his style. He’s consistent but apparently uses humor to get results.”
“The lab staff seems resigned to having him around. They don’t cringe when he enters any more, although they are still protective of what he might see.”
“And you, how do you feel about his presence?” She watched Wyatt reach to put his brandy aside. He seemed to choose his words carefully.
“I’m not averse to him…at least workwise. When I ask for work done in the labs, he gets it accomplished.”
“But a bit of jealousy is still rearing its head?”
“How could it not, at least until we get closer.”
“Do you think we should adjust the three-month waiting period?”
“That’s up to you, Lila. You know what works best, have all along. Don’t let my private angst change your timetable.”
“How about if I eased your angst?”
“I’d be interested,” he told her and rose from his seat. Taking the few steps to where she was reclining, he dropped before her. “May I?” he asked, his fingers reaching to the hem of her skirt.
“You may,” she said and shifted so he had full access to her lower half. Lila pulled her skirt up over her thighs revealing her clean-shaven pussy. It took only seconds for Wyatt to grab her by her thighs and pull her to his waiting lips. “Now that’s better,” she told him as she unbuttoned her blouse and popped the clip on her front-close bra. Her hands fondled them, tweaking her nipples until they were full and puffy. She dropped one hand on the back of Wyatt’s neck, gently pushing him harder against her skin. “You can do better, Wyatt, use your fingers.”
“First let me suck your tits?” His question asked for her permission, which she granted with a slight nod of her head. Leaving her crotch and kneeling up to reach her breasts, he sighed. “These are amazing,” he continued, palming them and pinching her nipples until his mouth captured first one then the other. Lila dropped her hand to her crotch and stroked her clit while he suckled her. She felt the first small orgasm run through her body, the shudder unmistakable. “You made me come, my dear.”
“With the help of your own fingers.” Wyatt leaned back on his heels and smiled.
“You have that look. What are you thinking inside that amazing brain of yours?” She still had two fingers buried in her pussy, sliding them in and out.
“Why not test him a bit. Let him fuck you and them come back to me with his cum dripping from you pussy.” He gave her a wide smile, one she recognized as a need for control. This was a request she would grant. Both would benefit, Wyatt by asserting his alpha male position and her by fucking Ben and probably Wyatt later. It was a win-win proposition for her.
“Where will you be when I’m done with our young apprentice?”
“In the lab. Go and have some fun, then come to me for…your penance.”
“My penance, that’s an interesting choice of words.” Lila slid her fingers from her pussy and wiped them along his lips, giving him time to lick them clean. “He’ll know I’ve been playing, I’m all wet.”
“Then let’s see how he reacts.” Wyatt stood and reached a hand to help her rise. He slid her shirt off her shoulders and then pushed her bra off, too. She allowed him to strip the clothing off her body and then replace her shirt sans bra. He didn’t button her shirt, rather took the two sides and tucked them in the waistband of her skirt, leaving her chest covered but bare in the center.
“You really want him to come in me, don’t you?” Lila used her fingers
to push her hair from her face then pulled her skirt back down. “Do you want to watch from the lab? We had the cameras installed for just that reason.”
“Not tonight, but I’ll be waiting.” He kissed her fully on the lips and walked with her to the door. “I’ll be waiting,” he reinforced as he left her at the intersection of hallways. He headed toward his lab, and she toward the employee living quarters.
Chapter Four
Ben was surprised at the knock on his apartment door, mainly because it had never happened before. In the months he’d been working on the island, not a single soul had visited him after working hours. He glanced around quickly, saw that the place was mostly picked up except for the research he’d been working on, and drew a deep breath. Maybe it will be a work emergency, he thought as he headed to the door. There was no peephole, so he opened the door. There, standing in the doorway, was Lila, looking amazing.
“Am I interrupting something important?” she asked, licking her lips.
“No,” he said, his voice a high squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again. “No, just doing some research. Come in.” He opened the door wider and watched as she walked into his private living space. “Can I get you something to drink?” he offered, knowing he only had a few beers in the fridge.
“No, thanks, but you go ahead. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were settling in.” She wandered into the apartment, glancing around until she saw the stack of papers on the coffee table. “May I?” she asked, reaching down to take the top pages, pausing to glance at them.