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

by Neil, Louisa

  “There’s a deli up ahead. Would you like to take sandwiches to the beach or have lunch in a restaurant?”

  “It’s so crowded. I wouldn’t mind taking lunch to the beach.”

  They pulled into the parking lot and, after waiting what seemed like forever to Ben, tucked their bag lunch in the small cooler they brought with water and sodas and headed toward the beach. The topic wasn’t brought up again by Ben, and Wyatt decided he probably figured he’d pushed enough for one day. Only Ben seemed surprised when they were finally settled on a blanket before the ocean, their sandwiches long consumed and their bellies full that Wyatt reopened their earlier topic.

  “I had a younger brother,” Wyatt began, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand. Finally, he rolled onto his belly, and Ben did the same.

  “You said you had a younger brother.”

  “Tim was eight years younger than I was and had the same disease Lila has. Only my parents weren’t as well-informed as Lila’s. Actually, it took the doctors years to figure out what was wrong with him. Obviously, we didn’t have great health care at the time. While they tried several things, they just kept passing him from specialist to specialist until one doctor finally asked the right questions and did the right tests, finally diagnosing him with porphyria.”

  “Wow, I can only imagine what that must do to a family.”

  “It was worse because I was healthy. It took a while for them to realize my mother’s second husband was the key to Tim’s disease. He carried the gene for the porphyria but in such a low level it was never diagnosed in him. Tim got the worst of it because my mother was a carrier, too. So am I, but my father wasn’t, so I was never really affected.

  “But my stepfather left my mother when Tim first got sick, unable to deal with a sick infant and a worried mother. It annoyed him that I was healthy and his child wasn’t. He started drinking and getting physical with me and then my mother. My grandmother stepped in and made him realize that was a bad idea. Grandma Pearl was one tough broad. She was fair and patient, kind and loving, as long as you didn’t piss her off. ”

  “And your stepfather pissed her off. That means Pearl was your maternal grandmother.”

  “Yes, I never knew my grandparents on my father’s side. They were long dead before I ever arrived. My father was in his forties when he married my mother. Being a bachelor until then, he had no patience for a baby around; it put a crimp in his lifestyle. He just couldn’t cope. They divorced when I was four. He sent checks and I saw him occasionally, but he preferred a less complicated life.”

  Wyatt could tell Ben wanted to ask questions but knew to let him tell him in his own words. After a few minutes, Wyatt continued.

  “We lost Tim after his seventh birthday. That was when I decided to go into medical research. Lila is still very involved with children who have porphyria but from a distance. I’d finished school when she found out I was doing research on the disease, looking for funding, and eventually offered me a position. Of course, that was years ago, before she bought the island. She was looking for a special place like it but hadn’t found it yet. When the island came on the market, it just seemed natural to make the move with her. I’ve never second-guessed my decisions and never looked back.” He hesitated, but added, “I tried to keep an eye on her in the beginning and soon realized she knew more about her disease than I did at the time. From then on, I’ve stayed in the lab and she’s kept herself healthy.”

  “Wow, it’s amazing she found you.”

  “Not really. Haven’t you learned by now Lila is a very informed woman? How do you think you got to Pyxis?” He laughed and rolled onto his back, still shading his eyes with his arm. “If Lila is anything, she’s intuitive about people. And she has a team that vets all her employees before they even become candidates.”

  “So, you’re telling me she knew everything about me before our first interview.”

  “Of course, from your degrees to your divorce, from your college experiments with men to the charge of stealing your father’s car when you were fifteen.”

  “I thought that was all sealed when he finally dropped the charges.”

  Wyatt just raised one shoulder. “When Lila decides to let someone into her life, it’s with a full understanding of their past and their present.”

  “Were you never jealous of her sex life?”

  “Not really. We worked together for a few years before we became close in that way. By then, I understood I couldn’t satisfy her completely by myself. I’d seen her for years with Paul and understood even he wasn’t enough. So we have our understandings and freedoms to experiment when we’re so inclined.”

  “So my being bi basically got me the job?”

  “It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t the only factor. Lila has a knack for knowing what people want, what they think they want, and what they really need. Taking you for example, you had the degrees and the background for the job. But you were mature enough to realize your sexuality doesn’t define you totally, it’s only one side of the man. She also realized you didn’t thrive in the chaos of the city. ”

  “She was right there. I cherish the calm and quiet of Pyxis. Is that what she did for you, too?”

  “I knew from early on I enjoyed both sexes. I was just careful who I experimented with.”

  “Lila told me in the very beginning that she’d take care of birth control but never elaborated.”

  “You should ask her about that.” Wyatt sat forward and watched the crowd for a while. Ben continued to lie on his stomach and seemed to be mulling over what they’d talked about. “Look, she’s known all her life she carried this disease and in her twenties made a decision to not take any chances in passing it on. She decided to have a tubal ligation. Working with the premise that when the time comes for her to raise children, there are many orphans all over the world who need parents. She’ll find one or two to love.”

  “So that’s why she’s so carefree with sex. She has no fear of pregnancy.”

  “That’s right, but remember, she’s very possessive of her men. Don’t presume to find something on the side as a diversion. She’ll know and she’ll cut you off.”

  “Hell, who would cheat on her! Half the time I can’t keep up with her and am very glad you’re around to help.” Ben laughed at his own admission.

  “That’s how I feel about you, too. Together we can take care of her needs and keep her sexually sated, and as the old saying goes, if your woman isn’t happy, nobody is happy.”

  “So you interviewing me first was calculated beyond just work. I guess I passed your inspection, too.”

  Wyatt watched Ben’s expression carefully, hoping he was just digesting this perspective of his new job. “She wants us all to be happy and fulfilled.” He paused then added, “I’ve been horny for you all afternoon, but there are too many people around to do anything.”

  “I thought about that, too, but this definitely isn’t the place.”

  “As you learned yesterday, it takes a lot to piss off Lila. Getting caught in public would annoy her.” Wyatt laughed heartily. “She can handle a lot of things, but stupidity makes her crazy.”

  “She is an amazing woman in many ways.”

  “That she is, my friend. Do you want to walk around the old lighthouse for a bit before we head back? The afternoon sun is starting to get to me.”

  “That sounds like a plan. Let’s walk a bit before we get back in the car. At least I can watch your cute ass as we wander.” Wyatt laughed again when Ben blushed at the comment.

  They folded their blanket and dropped their trash in a bin near the parking lot. After wandering the lighthouse for a while and making many comparisons to their own on Pyxis, they decided it was time to head home.

  The traffic on the way home seemed worse than the mornings. Ben was driving, and Wyatt was finding it hard to keep his hands off him. He shifted in his seat and rubbed his crotch, a move Ben didn’t miss.

  “You’re horny,” he said, a statemen
t not a question.

  “Aren’t you, too?” Wyatt leaned across and rubbed his hand over Ben’s denim-covered cock. His cock came to attention immediately, and Wyatt let out a laugh. “Of course you are.” He stroked both their cocks a few times, but a group of teenagers in a pickup truck drove beside them and started honking their horn and letting out rude remarks. Ben slowed and when the truck had passed, took the next exit where they drove the back roads home. Neither man attempted to reconnect their sexual wants any further. “It still bothers you when people can’t understand how men can enjoy men?”

  “I suppose if you were a hot, young woman, they would have yelled different things.”

  “And probably hung by to watch, hoping she’d show her tits.” The tension broke between them, and they settled in to the rest of the ride. At the dock, Wyatt was aware of Ben’s hand coming to his shoulder and dropping back after he looked around. “We’ll be back on Pyxis soon, and then we can be ourselves.”

  “Is Lila okay? I’ve not seen her take any downtime since I came to work for her. I mean she always spends Sundays on her own, but today it was like she wanted the island all to herself.”

  “After a weekend like this, she’ll want a few days to herself. But she’ll be back and ready to work by Tuesday when the first ferry full of employees arrives.”

  They took a leisurely ferry ride back to the island and shared supper. But lust was gone from Wyatt’s thoughts, and only tiredness took its place. Ben seemed exhausted, too, not mentioning getting together. Monday, Wyatt was in his lab early, and he decided to let Ben spend his day off on his own.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lila smiled to herself as she fantasized where and how Wyatt and Ben would fuck when they were away from Pyxis. Knowing she would find out when they came back, she locked her bedroom door and went to her toy bureau, returning with a copy of Wyatt’s cock and one of the copies of Ben’s cock they’d cast months before. Standing beside her bed, she let her nightgown slip from her shoulders and puddle on the floor before climbing back on her bed. Lying in the darkened room, she sucked each of the toys before inserting them inside her. Ben’s copy went directly into her anus while Wyatt’s filled her pussy. She reached for her breasts and fondled them, pinching her nipples until they peaked before bringing them to her lips. For the rest of the afternoon, she flipped through her homemade movies, watching her and Wyatt fuck, her and Ben fuck, and all three of them in all positions imaginable.

  She was especially fond of the one she’d made yesterday knowing it empowered Debi. It had been her intention to fire the son of a bitch from the start, but his contract with the previous company she’d bought out was still valid. Instead, she’d known to keep an eye on him, hence the cameras in his office. While he’d only been her employee for a few months, she was glad to be rid of him.

  Paul, on the other hand, she would have liked to fuck for a few days before sending him back to his post. But under the circumstances, it was more important to keep an eye on his new charge. She laughed aloud, knowing he’d give the man no quarter. She thought of how Debi’s stature changed after the incident, her confidence reinstated. While it wasn’t her normal way of dealing with scumbag employees, she felt it best to put him in the same position he’d put the woman in.

  She knew it would be a lifelong lesson for him, especially since two women bested him. Lila had no regrets or fear of his reprisals. Paul would see to her safety. After all, he had been her paramour for years before accepting the bureau chief position overseas. He’d wanted to travel, and she understood their time together was growing short. It was her way of rewarding him for his years of servicing her in many ways. While she knew he wasn’t happy about coming back for this assignment, they both agreed it was the best way to deal with scum.

  She dozed on and off all afternoon, waking to play with the toys embedded inside her and then nap. It was the best way she knew to spend a day off. She took Monday to herself, too, using it for personal maintenance and relaxation. With her body freshly waxed, her nails done, and her hair deeply conditioned, she again napped most of the day. Lila knew her men had come back late last night but didn’t ask to see either of them. Wyatt would have explained to Ben how after major events like the one they’d just endured, she preferred to have a few days to herself to recharge her batteries, so to speak. Neither would challenge her choice.

  Tonight she chose the replica cocks of Paul. She used them with full abandon while watching some of their private home movies, reliving the acts they recorded, remembering others they didn’t record. Paul was always an alpha male, and she had loved him in all ways. On occasion, she would let him live out fantasies of his own, beyond her normal activities and boundaries. He’d never physically hurt her beyond what she asked for. Lila laughed aloud and remembered wearing the ornamental silver wrist cuffs for a week until the marks on her wrists from his handcuffs faded.

  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-li
ke 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.