The Devil's Three-Way (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  “Stark like the employees’ quarters?”

  “I’d think so. Your state room is so palatial. Mine is even too pretty for this.”

  “I think you used the perfect word, Jack. Stark is very descriptive. You want to experience something totally foreign, something you can close the door on and walk away from.”

  Jack looked relieved. “Yes, exactly.”

  “What about Rhia? Is she involved? Is she watching, or are we alone?” Donovan asked.

  Again his cheeks reddened. “Nothing against you, Rhia, but this is kind of nerve-racking to talk about. I’m not sure I could go through with it knowing you were there.”

  “What about watching?”

  “Like yesterday?” He looked out over the water. “That’s interesting. I’d know you were watching, but I wouldn’t have to look at you directly. It’s all so embarrassing.”

  “How far, Jack? How far do you want to go? Just sucking and fucking, or are we talking more? Do you want to be bound and paddled, one or both, what about toys?”

  “I guessed it would just unfold. Maybe for the first time, just sucking and fucking.” He glanced to Rhia. “If that goes good, maybe you could join us later to watch in person.”

  Rhia stood and gathered her purse and wide-brimmed straw hat she always wore when she was in the sun. “I’ll leave you two to figure this all out. I’m going to take a nap and then a hot bath. I’ll see you both for cocktails before supper.” She dropped a kiss on Donovan’s lips and one on Jack’s. “See you both later. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” She left them alone on the deck and turned quickly to hide her smile.

  On the way to her cabin, she sidetracked to Nigel’s office and made arrangements to use the employees’ quarters. He was more than happy to make the rooms available for her, promising to make sure the monitoring equipment was set and ready to go when they were.

  * * * *

  Rhia got back to her room and decided the bath sounded too good to pass on. She soaked in the large tub, doing her normal beauty routine but mainly just relaxing. After that, she threw herself on the bed and let sleep overtake her. She woke when Donovan was licking her pussy. Lengthening her body to a full stretch, she shifted to give him access to her body, widening her legs and drawing her knees toward her chest.

  “How did things go with Jack?”

  “We’ll all know after supper tonight. Did you see Nigel?”

  She groaned when he slipped two fingers in her pussy, thrusting her hips to take them deeper. “He promised me everything would be ready when you are.”

  “You’ll be next door watching?”

  “Unless you want to keep this private?” She dropped her hand and let her fingers sift through his black hair.

  “Never. Private between you and me, yes. This is different. It wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t watching.” He punctuated his words with his fingers and tongue.

  “Oh yes, I want to watch you take his anal cherry. Although by now, I’m sure the toy I gave him yesterday is well used.”

  “Toys are one thing. A live cock is always different.” He shifted and used his other hand to cup her butt cheek, letting his thumb slide into her anus.

  “Oh, that’s better,” she told him, and without a second thought, she reached down and held Donovan’s wrist in place, humping his hand until her orgasm hit, her body tightening around him. Donovan continued to suck her clit and stroke her until she calmed under him. “Thank you. That was lovely. Why not come up here where I can suck you.” She let go of his wrist and rolled onto her side as he crawled up beside her.

  “Not now. I want Jack to suck my first load later so he’ll get used to me coming down his throat. Then I can play with him for a while.”

  “No fondling?” she teased.

  “Not if you want supper before tonight’s performance.” For the first time since she’d woken, she glanced to the clock on the bedside table. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”

  “Go get ready. I’ll open a bottle of wine.”

  “If I must,” she mused, pausing to cover his cock with her hand, stroking him hard through his jeans several times until he began to grow from her attention.

  “Witch,” he called her and settled back to enjoy her attention.

  Rhia continued to stroke him, faster and harder until she knew he was close to coming. Then she stopped and pulled her hand away. “You said you didn’t want to come until later with Jack.” She dropped a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek and added, “You promised me a glass of wine.”

  “Bitch,” he called after her. Rhia didn’t care. She sauntered naked toward the bathroom.

  After washing up, she sat naked before the dressing table and applied a light coat of makeup. She brushed her hair out and, after several trial twists, decided to leave it down, taking ornate combs from her case and pulling the sides from her face. She chose long, straight black silk slacks with black stiletto heels. Over it she pulled a paisley tank that skimmed her hips. Braless, the material eased over her nipples, making them hard. Over it, she pulled a matching jacket of the same material that hung loosely from her shoulders with long sleeves she pushed back to three-quarter length. Pleased with her appearance, Donovan was, too, as he caught his first sight of her coming from the shower.

  “Wow, you’re covered in all silk and nothing else. Your nipples are hard.” He reached to her breast and flicked her nipple with his fingers.

  “I’ll be rubbing myself through the material while you fuck Jack tonight.”

  “Maybe to start with,” he told her, giving her nipple one last roll before reluctantly walking from her side. He dropped his towel, and Rhia pulled a deep breath. Still moist from the shower, his skin glistened. His cock was semi-hard, and she dropped quickly onto the foot of the bed, pulling him with her until his cock was mouth height. She swallowed him whole, taking long swipes of her tongue along his length. As he swelled between her lips, she bit his base to keep him from coming.

  “You’re saving it for Jack, remember.” She stood and shifted her jacket into place. “Shall I wait for you or meet you on deck?”

  Rhia watched Donovan give her a long once-over look. “Wait for me. I’ll be ready in a minute.” He moved easily around the room, pulling on chinos and loafers with no socks, along with a white button-down shirt. With his watch in place, he grabbed his navy sport coat and was ready to go.

  “You look lovely. Too bad I won’t get to strip you later.”

  “Put on a good show, and we’ll see what happens.” They made their way on deck and met Jack for a drink before supper. Rhia decided he was nervous, a fact evident in him managing to push his food around but not eat much of it. It was a shame, really, she decided, as the seafood gumbo was delicious, as was the braised chicken with andouille sausage with red beans and rice. She grasped Donovan’s thigh under the table and squeezed. “I’m beat tonight, guys. I’m heading to bed. You two enjoy the rest of the night.” As had become her habit, she leaned over and kissed Donovan’s cheek and then Jack’s. “Night, guys.” There was a chorus of “good night” and “sleep well” as she left.

  Heading to the prearranged stark employees' cabins, she paused one of the waiters and asked him to have the chef put aside orders of bananas foster crème brûlée with pecan-scented whipped cream. She licked her lips but knew her treat was hours away. “I’ll call room service when we’re ready.” The waiter nodded and scurried away.

  Chapter Eleven

  Donovan knew Jack was nervous. He’d hardly eaten or spoken since they met on deck. It was just how he wanted him, slightly off kilter. When he suggested it was time for them to head inside to relax, Jack had gone rod straight. “Nothing has to happen, Jack. This is all your call.”

  “I know what I want. I’m just…anxious.”

  “Then let’s not keep you waiting any longer.” His tone was deeper than usual. “Come with me, Jack.” And he did, following him through the labyrinth of narrow halls until they came to a doorway. Donovan g
lanced at Jack. He gave him a weak smile, and Donovan opened the door, ushering him in and pausing to lock the door behind him. A quick glance to their special hiding places let Donovan know the cameras were on. He winked at the camera and turned around. Jack stood beside the bureau, his head down, his fingers twisting an imaginary bit of cloth between them.

  “Jack?” Donovan’s tone seemed to make the other man shake from his nerves. Jack looked at him, his whole face and neck red. “Take off your clothes,” he told the other man as he placed his jacket over the back of a chair.

  “Are all the staff quarters the same?”

  “Yes. They’re minimalist at best.”

  “That’s better in this case,” Jack said absentmindedly as he began to unbutton his shirt. He was fumbling with the buttons, and Donovan held back a smile. He took two steps toward Jack and, with a hand on each side of the material, ripped it open, the buttons flying in all directions. Jack seemed stunned at first then shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He was quick to toe off his shoes and pull off his socks. Then he drew a breath and undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor at his feet. He stood still, his cockhead peeking through the opening in his boxers.

  Donovan took his time undressing, pausing to place his shirt over his jacket. He toed off his shoes before releasing his pants and letting them drop to the floor. With a step, he was out of them, folding them before placing them aside. Then he made his move. He walked around Jack, his hand stroking Jack’s neck and shoulders. Stopping before him, he pinched his nipples until Jack groaned. “That made your cock hard.”

  “Yes,” he admitted.

  Donovan continued to walk around him, letting his hands skim along the other man’s skin. He could feel the goose bumps rise on Jack’s stomach. When he let his hand skim lower, Jack didn’t move. “Very good. You’re going to be a quick learner.” Jack’s eyes flew open to stare at Donovan. “That’s why we’re here isn’t it, for you to learn your place?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” Donovan reached to Jack’s shoulders and shifted him slightly, turning him so the camera would capture both their expressions. Then he gently pushed Jack downward. It didn’t take much pressure. Jack all but fell to his knees before Donovan. He glanced up at him and, without instruction, wet his lips with his tongue. Then he leaned forward and flicked the droplet of pre-cum on Donovan’s cockhead. He did it a second time and let his lips close over the head of Donovan’s cock.

  “That’s it, Jack. Take your time. Get to know me.”

  Jack did just that, which was slightly excruciating for Donovan. Jack’s touch was featherlight, and Donovan had to hold himself back from forcing his cock deeper into Jack’s mouth. He was rewarded for his wait only a few minutes later when Jack took a bit more of his length. Then a bit more. Soon he had one hand wrapped around the base of Donovan’s cock and was sucking it deeper between his lips. Donovan winked to the camera and dropped a hand to Jacks shoulder.

  “That feels wonderful. Do you want to stop?” Jack didn’t answer. He shook his head from side to side, Donovan’s cock still sealed between his lips. “Good, suck me deeper. Show me what a good little cocksucker you’ll turn into.”

  There were few words from then on except for Donovan’s instructions, which Jack followed without question. He settled back on his heels and used one hand on Donovan’s cock, guiding it between his lips. “I usually wouldn’t let you do this, but since it’s your first time, go ahead and stroke your cock through your boxers, but you can’t come yet. Do you understand?”

  Jack’s only acknowledgement of his words was to grasp his own cock and start stroking it in rhythm to how he sucked Donovan’s. “That’s right. Take me deeper. Use your throat muscles, too.” Jack did as he was asked. Donovan accepted he was on an automatic pilot of sorts, following orders and letting everything else he’d ever thought on the subject leave his mind. “Jack, I’m going to come now, and you’ll swallow my load. Do you understand?”

  Jack nodded, his mouth still full with Donovan’s cock. “Now suck me deeper, and swallow my cum.” Jack sped up his movements and was rewarded with Donovan’s cum splashing against his tongue. Donovan noted he managed not to gag on the liquid, hurrying to gulp down the cream. “Very good, Jack.” Donovan gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “You’re cock is hard and throbbing. You liked that, didn’t you?” Again, he nodded, not losing his grip on Donovan’s cock for several more moments.

  “Do you want to continue?”

  Jack sat back on his heels, finally letting Donovan’s cock slip from his lips. “Yes, I want more.”

  Donovan watched Jack as he paused to study Donovan’s cock, still slick and already semi-hard. “Jack?”

  “Your tattoo,” he whispered, “I can’t stop staring at it or thinking about it.”

  “What about it?”

  “It just grows with your cock,” Jack said, his tone full of wonder. “After all this, it just seems appropriate somehow. Donovan, you are a true devil of sorts. One that has me enthralled with all these things I’d never have considered.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  “No,” Jack said quickly. “I want to watch the flames grow. I want to be the one who makes your pitchfork grow.”

  “Good, stand before me.” He didn’t offer to help him stand, only waited with an impatient look on his face. “Finally,” he said sarcastically. He reached down and used his index finger to wipe the pre-cum from Jack’s cockhead. Then he brought it to Jack’s lips. He didn’t have to be told. He just opened his mouth and licked his finger clean. “Is that the first time you’ve tasted your cum?”

  “No, but yes like that. I mean licking it from another man’s finger.”

  “You’ll have a lot of firsts tonight, if you still want.”

  “Yes, I want.”

  “Then drop your boxers.” Jack did immediately, his cock springing upward once the material was removed. He left them in a heap at his ankles and stood before Donovan, looking downward. Donovan knew from experience that Jack was watching his cock move with each breath. “What else do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Oh yes, Donovan. I’m sure. Since yesterday, I can’t think of anything else.”

  “Then open the drawer and take out the lube.” Jack opened it but hesitated.

  Beside the lube, Donovan knew there were several dildos in there, along with lengths of cording, a paddle, and a whip. There was a handful of condoms strewn among the other items. “Jack, the lube and a condom.”

  Jack took out the items but his eyes didn’t leave the contents of the drawer. “Just how far do you want to go?” For the first time since they entered the room, Jack seemed pensive. “Well?”

  “Just this for tonight,” he whispered and shut the drawer. Without him having to tell him, Jack turned and dropped to his knees in front of Donovan again. He’d been stroking his cock while watching Jack survey the objects. He was hard and ready. “Your cock is so much bigger than mine,” Jack said, adding, “Or the toy Rhia gave me.”

  Donovan glanced over his shoulder to the camera and smiled. “Is it too big for you to try? You managed to suck the whole length down your throat. Do you think I won’t fit in your butt?”

  “You’ll fit,” he said, his voice a mere squeak. Then he captured Donovan’s cock between his lips and began to suck him without being told.

  Donovan stood tall, his legs a shoulder width apart and his hands on his hips. He knew Rhiannon was watching, and he knew she was doing something to her body. Was she using a dildo yet, or just her own fingers? He began to feel the familiar stirrings deep in his belly, and he changed his stance.

  “Jack, I want you to cover me with a condom.” He did, after having trouble opening the package. Once the latex was in place, Jack tentatively leaned forward to lick at Donovan’s hard-on. Then he gave him a second order. “Put some lube in your palm and coat my cock with it.” Jack let
Donovan’s cock slip from his lips and reached up to the bureau. He squirted the liquid into his palm and coated Donovan’s hard-on with it. To Donovan’s surprise, he was very competent about the process, making sure there wasn’t a dry spot. “Now, put more on your fingers.” Jack squirted more onto his fingers. “Wipe it along your anus, Jack. Do it now.”

  Jack stayed on his knees and reached around, wiping the lube around his anus. Donovan watched him carefully, adding, “Don’t finger yourself. I want my cock to stretch you wide.” He dropped his hand from behind him and looked up guiltily at Donovan.

  “Stand and place your hands on the desk, your legs wide apart.” Jack did as he was told, balancing his weight on the furniture and spreading his legs wide. Donovan moved behind him, grasping his hips and pulling him back another step, widening his stance. “You have a good ass, Jack. Your cheeks are firm and round.” Donovan used his hands to caress the other man’s buttocks. When Jack pushed back against his hands, Donovan smiled, the mirror reflecting both their images.

  “Now, take a deep breath, Jack.” He did as he was told, watching Donovan in the mirror, wide-eyed. He grasped his hips a second time and shifted so his cock was pressing at Jack’s anus. They watched each other in the mirror. Neither said a word. “Jack, I’m going to fuck your ass, and you’re going to love it. You’re going to wonder how you lived this long without having a cock up your butt.”

  Donovan let his weight lean forward, forcing his hips downward. The move pushed his cock in Jack’s body. He went slow at first, just an inch at a time. When he’d passed all resistance, he took Jack fully in one stroke until his body was snugged against Jack’s butt. He watched a myriad of emotions and unspoken thoughts pass over Jack’s expression. With deliberate care, he withdrew only half his length and pushed back.

  “You still okay with this?”

  “Oh yes. Don’t stop now.” Jack’s plea made Donovan happy. He turned and glanced over his shoulder, looking directly at the camera. He knew Rhia would see the flash of fire in his eyes. Turning back, he began the slow process of fucking Jack.