by Louisa Neil
While walking back to her room, she would have bet he was stripped and standing before his mirror, pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of his own body. She wondered if he’d suck it first, and she smiled. She’d find out later.
Chapter Nine
Back in her cabin, Donavon was stretched out on their bed, naked. One hand stroked his cock, and the other was propped behind his head. He was watching the movie she and Jack had just watched. “Well, what did you think?”
“I was surprised at Jack’s reactions. I bet he’s fucking his own ass with the dildo right about now.”
“That’s what I figured, too,” she said, dropping her robe and sliding across the bed beside Donovan. “I thought he was going to shoot his load when you pushed the dildo in your butt.”
“I thought he might leave when the whip came out, but his breathing became shallow, and he became intent on the show.” Donovan moved his hand from behind his head and wrapped it around her.
“Did you see his face when the handle was inserted in the pup? Jack’s eyes lit up.”
“I’d say we opened his eyes these last few days.”
“Will you fuck him tonight?”
“We’ll see what happens, what kind of mood he’s in.” Donovan squeezed her shoulder. “Maybe you should describe the scene for me, since I didn’t see Jack’s reaction.”
“You watched every second,” she teased, reaching to pinch his nipple. You just want to hear me describe it for you.” She settled beside him. “I’ll bet he’ll be on his knees in front of you, sucking your cock, before the night is over.”
“Maybe he’ll be licking your pussy and ass while I fuck his?”
“Time will tell. For now, I need to nap before getting dressed.” She shifted out of her robe and flicked the clasp on her bra, letting her breasts free. Then she pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them aside.
“You had your pussy waxed, all of it, and Jack never noticed.” Donovan seemed surprised.
“I know. I figured once I started playing with my pussy he’d notice, but he didn’t. He was more mesmerized with the show on the television.”
“He’ll notice later. I’ll make sure of it.” Donovan patted the bed. “Come and rest. I have a feeling we have a long night ahead of us.”
“I did get off, but if you’re interested, I’m game for a bit of play now. Would you like me to suck you?”
“Not now. Save it for later. Sleep for a while. I’ll wake you in time to dress.”
“And while I nap, you’re going to watch the movie again, I suppose. This one or the one we made last night.” Donovan pulled her to his chest, and Rhia settled against him. “Enjoy your movies,” she told him, her voice sleep-laden. “Remind me to compliment Nigel on his performance later.” She dozed instantly.
* * * *
Jack paced his cabin, smiling at the size and luxury of it. While his was nowhere as luxurious or large as Rhia and Donovan’s, having seen the crew quarters this afternoon made him appreciate his cabin. Which made his cock tingle and go semi-hard. He never imagined people willingly did what he watched this afternoon. Since boarding and meeting his new friends, he’d done a lot of things he’d never done or considered before.
Every man has a fantasy about a threesome, but his was always with two women servicing him. Meeting Rhia, he made a choice he wasn’t sorry about. Sharing Rhia with Donovan, or realistically, having Donovan share her with him, was an amazing gift. That he’d actually requested the other man to finger his ass still surprised him. When Rhia had asked him earlier if he’d never had anyone play with his anus, he’d gone cold inside, never considering it. But once she mentioned it, he couldn’t get it off his mind.
When he accompanied them to the cabin that night, it was the furthest thing from his mind. He was more afraid of making a mistake or how the logistics would work out, but Rhia had it all sorted out. Obviously, they’d done this before. Now he was just feeling lucky she chose him for her vacation fling. Since this afternoon’s viewing of the men in their bondage scenario, he wanted more. He wanted to see it again, and he knew when he got home he’d be able to find movies about it.
Checking his watch, he saw he had a bit of time and went online. The subject matter and the amount to view astounded him. He was so overwhelmed after glancing through the first few sites, he shut the cover. He’d jerked himself off while scanning the sites, but he still couldn’t get this afternoon out of his mind. “Damn, Donovan,” he said, pacing his room. He came from the bath naked after washing his cum from his belly and added, “Damn, Rhia.” Between the two of them, they’d opened doors to worlds he never considered. Now he couldn’t think straight, wondering what the metal cuffs would feel like against his skin. What it would feel like to be vulnerable to another man. The dildo she’d given him earlier sat on his desk beside his computer. He refused touch it, knowing if he did, it would be up his butt in a heartbeat.
Jack’s problem was he no longer envisioned the man in the mask and the blond pup, but he was picturing Donovan standing over him, whip in hand. His body began to tremble, and his cock started to stir again. “Hell. Men don’t need Viagra. They just need the right stimulation.” He threw himself on the bed and gave in to the need of touching his cock. With his eyes closed, he pinched his own nipples, enjoying the feel it radiated through him. Rolling onto his side, he drew a breath and sucked his middle finger between his lips. “I’m not really going to do this…” But deep down he knew he was. He pushed his finger against his anus but it didn’t slip in. After shifting a bit, his saliva-coated finger slid in his body with ease. His cock was instantly harder. Continuing to pinch his own nipple, he fucked his own body with his finger, shooting another load on the sheet. “Well, at least I can get myself off,” he said to the empty room, his eyes landing on the dildo on the desk. “No,” he said and forced himself to get up and put the dildo in the drawer. “Too much for one day,” he mumbled on his way back to the bed to relax.
Then he wondered if Rhia would watch Donovan being dominant over him. He sat up quickly, his head spinning with new thoughts. “Christ, now it’s not just a fantasy. It’s what I want to experience in real life.” Dropping back, he refused to touch himself again. Who are these people, he wondered yet again. They filled his mind with ideas he’d never considered. Now he couldn’t think of anything else. It was like Rhia was part angel and part devil, hinting at things he might try. Donovan, he accepted, was the devil incarnate. Jack understood there were always prices to pay for the good things in life. He didn’t know what price he’d pay for this week of hedonistic sex, but he knew he’d willingly pay it. This was the experience of a lifetime and he decided he wouldn’t run from it because it was new. Instead, it was about time he experienced life from a different perspective.
He fell asleep and was rudely awakened by the telephone on his bedside table with his evening wake-up call. He had one hour before he was expected on deck for cocktails.
“What do I say if they offer me the chance?” He was shaving and couldn’t recognize the man in the mirror. “What if they don’t offer? Will I have the courage to ask Donovan to repeat the scene with me? Do I want Rhia there to watch or not?” He tossed the razor in the sink and stared at himself. “Who am I? Do I really want this? Will I always wonder if I don’t take the step to make it happen?” He rinsed the razor and dried his face. He reached for his bottle of aftershave and quickly put it back, remembering their conversation about Rhia being allergic to perfumes and aftershave.
“I guess I’ll just wait and see what happens?” He left the bathroom and pulled on clean clothes. “If I wait to see what happens, nothing might.” Now Jack was in more of a dilemma than before. “What do I really want, and what can I live with?” He left the cabin early and was leaning on the railing when Donovan joined him a bit later, offering him a martini. “Thanks.”
* * * *
“You’re welcome,” Donovan said, clinking his glass against Jack’s before taking a sip. �
�So how was your day aboard? Did you get to rest?”
Jack glanced to Donovan and back to the water. “Don’t you know?”
Donovan gave Jack a sly smile. “About this afternoon watching the men, that Rhia told me about.”
Jack puffed out the breath he’d been holding. “The thing is, I’m really confused.” He took a swig of his drink. “I’ve only known you a few days, yet I’m inclined to trust you. All this is so new. I know I have an opportunity here, but I’m not sure if I want it. If I don’t take advantage of it, I’ll always wonder what might have been.”
“About what you saw or about your feelings watching it?”
“My feelings. I never considered anything like that. Hell, I’d never had a finger up my butt before this week.”
“Ah, so we’ve left you conflicted about what you saw and what you want to experience in real life.”
“I don’t know what to think anymore. You and Rhia were my first three-way. Who knew I’d go there this week. Now that seems so benign.”
“We all make our personal choices about our sex lives, what we like, what we don’t, and what we want to try.” Donovan sipped from his glass. “Is that your problem? You want to try what you saw this afternoon.”
“To a point. I guess I could trust you. I have to at this point. But I’m not sure if I’d want anyone to witness what I let you do.”
“What we participate in,” Donovan corrected. “Do you want to be the master or the pup?”
“I don’t have the balls to be the master. You’ve realized that.”
“So you’re debating letting me fuck your ass. Think about this,” Donovan said, turning to watch the deck filling with passengers. “First, nothing needs to happen, with me or Rhia. Second, if you choose to have a similar experience, it would be different, unless you want me to arrange to have that master initiate you. And you’re the one to decide if you want Rhia there as a participant or a witness.”
“No to anyone else. In the short time we’ve known each other, I would trust you.”
“How far would you want to go? Just to have your ass fucked? Or do you want to be spanked or whipped? Do you want your hands free or tied? If yes, do you want cloth or metal against your body?” Donovan laughed lightly. “I’m not trying to scare you off, but if we both know the limits in advance, you’ll enjoy the experience more.”
“I don’t know what I want, only that I don’t want to let the opportunity go by without trying this. I’d always wonder what would have been.” He stared off at the water. “Man, when that master covered the whip handle with the condom, I was like, ‘no he’s not going to do that,’ and then it was in the pup, and his expression seemed so serene.”
“Just think about it, Jack. You’ll decide what’s right for you. When you do, let me know if I can help.”
“Just between you and me, being with you and Rhia was the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me sexually.”
“Until this afternoon?”
“Yeah. Now I can’t get the vision out of my mind. I want it, but I’m…”
“Apprehensive?” Donovan finished his drink and smiled. “Rhia’s here. Doesn’t she look amazing? Come, let’s drop this for now and have a drink together before our meal.” Donovan walked away, leaving Jack at the railing.
* * * *
He had to admit, she was an amazing woman. He didn’t stare at her this afternoon as she masturbated beside him. Now he wished he had. When he’d seen her push the dildo in her butt, he’d bit his lip to hold back. If he hadn’t been with Rhia this afternoon, he’d never have considered any of this. It was like she was a witch of some kind, planting ideas he never let himself think about. And Donovan was the devil incarnate to him. He was beyond handsome and in shape, and he had a huge cock, much larger than his own. It was then he remembered something from last night. Did Donovan have some kind of tattoo on his cock? He’d glimpsed a bit of color and pattern there but hadn’t taken the time to investigate, shutting his eyes against his own movements. “That’s where I draw the line,” Jack said, smiling as a passenger near him thought he was initiating a conversation. He headed toward Donovan and Rhia, remembering she had a tattoo on her upper shoulder, too. Hell, he hadn’t even taken the time to investigate her ink. Who are these people, he wondered.
Tonight she was dressed in a white silk kimono-style shirt with black leggings. She wore low-heeled leather boots and minimal makeup. She’d left her hair down, pulling the top and sides from her face, leaving the rest to flow down her back.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Rhia said, smiling at both men. “You both look pensive. Is there a problem?” She accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
“No problem,” Donovan said. “We were discussing this afternoon.”
“Too much too soon?” Rhia asked Jack.
“Not exactly. It’s just that you make me think in directions I never considered before.” Donovan watched Jack’s cheeks blush a bright red.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Jack. I just figured it would be something different.”
“It was different all right.” He tried to smile. “Now I’m not sure who I actually was and who I want to be.”
“Why don’t we sit and eat. I’m starved,” Rhia added, pointing the men toward their table.
Jack noted how Rhia kept the conversation going with talk about the ship’s next destination. They dined on mussels in saffron broth and mustard-glazed Alaskan salmon with wild rice. They all accepted coffee with the raspberry chocolate mousse. He watched as Rhia held back a yawn.
“You look tired,” he offered, reaching to cover her hand with his.
“I am. And I’m looking forward to tomorrow on St. Simons Island. The last time I didn’t get to the lighthouse or to see much of the historic island of the Georgia coast.”
“As I remember, we spent the day on board last time,” Donovan said, squeezing her hand under his. He didn’t bring up any further references to the reason they didn’t go ashore last time. Jack had already picked up on his reference from the smile on his lips. “Why don’t we all call it an early night? I’m sure we could all use a good night’s sleep. Jack, would you like to spend tomorrow with us wandering the island?”
“If I won’t be in the way.”
“Not at all. Why don’t we all take an early night?” Rhia stood and dropped her napkin on the table. Reaching to her left, she kissed Jack’s cheek. “Good night. Sleep well, and don’t forget nobody will know if you play with your new toy.” Then she reached to over to kiss Donovan’s cheek. “I’m going to turn in. I’ll see you later.” She left the men finishing their coffee.
“I guess you two want to be left alone tonight?” Jack’s tone sounded disillusioned.
“Everybody needs a night off, Jack. Get some rest. We’ll meet you for breakfast. He stood and took a few steps before turning and walking back. “Remember the rules, Jack. Anything that happens on board during this vacation is never spoken of. We keep them as fond memories never to be relived.”
“Night, Donovan.”
“Relax, Jack. It will all work out as you choose it.” When he left this time, he didn’t come back. Jack stayed on deck for a while longer, not letting himself think about anything, just staring at the night sky. Now he wished he’d have asked Donovan to take him as he’d seen on the screen this afternoon. He knew nothing would happen unless he directly asked for it. Could he? Would he? He held back from all but skipping to his room, knowing the dildo Rhia left with him would probably play into his night’s entertainment, if he had the balls to use it on himself.
* * * *
Rhia turned off the lights, leaving only votive candles scattered around the room to see by. She’d stripped out of her clothing and pulled on a pair of black lace bikini panties. Then she covered her whole body with a light coat of baby oil. Her skin glistened in the low light. The bedding had been turned back, and she placed several scarves on the bedside tables. On each tab
le stood a special candle, ones she bought especially for occasions like this. They wouldn’t heat beyond one hundred ten degrees, and she knew they wouldn’t burn her skin or Donovan’s.
When Donovan entered, she was waiting for him, stretched out on the bed, her arms raised over her head. “That’s an invitation I can’t pass up.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t. Of course if you’re tired, we can just rest tonight.”
He crawled across the bed to her side and latched onto her nipple. “You look amazing. Is the hot wax for you or for me?”
“That depends on your mood.” She stretched to her full height as he ran his hands along her skin.
“You’re already oiled,” he said and nipped at her hip bone. Then he stood and stripped off his clothing before coming to straddle her thighs. “Tell me about this afternoon.”
“You saw the tape. You know all about it. What do you want to hear me say?”
Donovan reached over and pulled one of the scarves from the table, wrapping it around her wrists and securing them above her head. Then he grabbed one of the side candles and became mesmerized in the twinkling light. “Jack never noticed your pussy hair was waxed, that you’re completely bare.”
“I know. I’m beginning to think he’d prefer to spend tomorrow alone with you.” She flinched when the first drop of hot wax hit her breast. Again and again, he let the wax drip onto her skin. When he changed sides and started dripping it around her areola, she was writhing under him. “Donovan, put your cock in my pussy, please?”