Neil, Louisa - Pyxis Island Triangle (Siren Publishing Ménage And More)
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“You can’t bring me down here and show me all this and expect me to walk away,” Ben said, his tone serious. “I couldn’t leave here if I wanted to.” He absentmindedly walked away and started to run his hands along the metal cuffs and leather whips in the first closet. Swallowing hard, he turned to Lila. “I think I’d like to start a bit slower,” he confessed, but quickly added, “but you have piqued my curiosity.”
“That was the point,” Lila said with a nod. “Wyatt, you were going to get our wine.”
Wyatt walked back to the table and poured the wine in each glass then handed them around. “To new adventures,” he toasted.
“To finding our limits,” Ben offered.
“To our future,” Lila confirmed. They clinked glasses and sipped. “Ben, what’s your safe word?”
“Alaska,” he said boldly.
“Fine, if you ever hear that word from any of us, you will stop whatever you’re doing immediately. Remember that, we will do the same.” Ben watched as she finished the liquid in her glass and put it aside. His cock swelled harder as she ran the riding crop between her fingers. The snapping noise it made when she moved it through the air made his whole body tingle.
Ben glanced to Wyatt whose cock was straining against his pants. Ben wanted to drop before him and suck him down his throat, and at the same time he wanted to drop before Lila and lick her until she came. He understood at some point they would fill his body. He didn’t care how or with what, as long as it was hard and moved inside him until he couldn’t hold back.
“Wyatt, are you of a mind tonight?”
“I’m in a mood,” he told her with a wink.
“Ben, want to back out?”
“Hell no, I’m just afraid I’ll shoot my load before we get started.” He felt his neck and face heat with embarrassment and figured the others couldn’t see it in the red light.
“Fine, then let’s begin. When we’re here, you will address me as mistress. You will answer to anything I call you.”
“Yes, ma’am, I mean, mistress.” Lila let the tail of the crop slide along his cloth-covered ass. He jolted from the noise of it, not from any pain. “Yes, mistress.” Lila took her time walking around both men, kissing their mouths and nipping at their necks and earlobes. He was disappointed when she walked away, his gaze following her until she moved into the closet out of his view. Ben stood rooted to the spot. When she returned, she held the crop under her arm and was pulling on elbow-length leather gloves. Then she began again, circling both men, running her hands along their shoulders and chests. She dropped one hand to cup Wyatt’s erection and squeezed. Ben watched Wyatt widen his stance to give her better access. When it was his turn, he didn’t care that his cheeks blushed hot as she palmed his cock, only that she was touching him.
“What is your limit, Ben?”
He stammered looking for an answer, finally telling her, “I don’t know.”
“Yet,” she told him with a grin. “We’ll find it one day. Until we do, we’ll have some fun finding it.”
Ben hesitated but finally spoke. “Anything we do down here never leaves this space?” It was more of an affirmation than a question.
“Anything we do on this island or anywhere in private will never be spoken of.” Wyatt tipped his glass and took another sip from it. Ben sipped from his but only to wet his lips.
“Do I call you sir or mister or something when we’re here?” Ben asked Wyatt.
“That will change from time to time. Tonight, we’ll start out as equals and let Lila run the adventure.”
“Okay.” He turned to Lila. “What am I supposed to do…Mistress?”
“You learn quickly, Ben. Now, both of you strip down and let me see what I have to work with tonight.”
Wyatt paused to finish his wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Then he set about stripping off his clothes. Ben stood and watched his friend undress, noted how full his cock was, how it bounced up and down when he moved. Finally, he began to undress after Lila’s crop crossed his ass, bringing his thoughts back to her. He put his glass on the table beside the others and began to strip, his mind ablaze with ideas of what they might experience in this room with the door locked and nobody to tell tales. A smile crossed Ben’s lips, one he didn’t try to hide. Suddenly, life was good again. And with the winter doldrums gone, his life filled with possibilities.
THE END
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Acknowledgement
Plum Island, New York (41°10’59”N, 72°11’25”W) is an island in the Town of Southold in Suffolk County, New York in the United States. The island is in Gardiners Bay, east of Orient Point, off the eastern end of the North Fork coast of Long Island. It is approximately 3 miles long and 1 mile wide at its widest point.
The historical facts related in this fictional novel are accurate pertaining to the actual island, its lighthouse, and its use as a high-security animal disease lab run as a government facility. In 2008 the U.S. Department of Homeland Security recommended Kansas as the site for a new facility.
In 2011 the government is proceeding with plans to sell Plum Island.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Louisa became hooked on paperback romance novels as a teen. Before cable TV arrived, babysitting after school was boring. She chose a Harlequin novel and never looked back.
As an adult, she took writing seminars and classes to craft her own skills. She kept journals and notebooks filled with story ideas and bits of dialogue, along with settings and observations.
Finally retired from her full time job, she ventured to put her notes in order. The end result was Claudia’s Men, her first romance novel with a twist.
She realized her writing stepped beyond normal boundaries and became erotica. Exploring these new directions has been enlightening in many ways. The author looks forward to researching her next ménage novel.
Also by Louisa Neil
Ménage and More: Claudia’s Men
Ménage Amour: The Stagers
Ménage Amour: Is Three A Crowd?
Ménage Amour: Point Of Contention
Ménage and More: Roller Coaster for Three
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