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

by Louisa Neil

  Jack did just that. “I was afraid there’d be cuff marks. That everyone would know.”

  “Do you care about everyone knowing?” Rhia was getting her second wind, coming back to life.

  “I never thought about it until I heard the metal slip open.”

  “Did I hurt you tonight, Jack?”

  “No, not at all,” he hesitated and added, “I’m a bit embarrassed but not hurt.”

  “Good, then you’ll have fond memories of our time on board.”

  “Memories I’ll never forget.” Jack suddenly looked around the room, as if he was unsure what he was supposed to do next.

  Donovan gave him his answer before he asked the question. “Jack, go to the bathroom, get a damp cloth, and clean your cum from the front of the bureau. Then get dressed and go back to your room. We’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.”

  Jack nodded and became a flurry of movement. He followed instruction and, after wiping his cum from the bureau, dressed quickly. “Thank you for sharing this with me tonight.”

  Donovan stood and stretched. Walking to the door, he unlocked it and discreetly shut off the camera switch. Then he grasped Jack’s buttocks and pinched hard. He laughed at the other man’s distress. “I didn’t break your skin, Jack. They’ll be no permanent scars, just the memory of something new.”

  “Thank you, Donovan. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.” He left quickly, his face turning red again.

  “His face is as red as his ass.” Donovan didn’t hold back his grin.

  “By morning, both will fade.”

  “So true, my dear. What did you think of our evening?” He used his hand to palm her breast, twisting lightly until she smiled.

  “I think you chose our boy toy wisely.” She reached up and kissed his cheek. “I’m starved. Why not order room service while I shower.” She stood and stretched first her neck and shoulders and then the rest of her body. “Food, Donovan. I need to eat.” Rhia let her robe drop from her shoulders and kicked off her shoes. She made a production of rolling her stockings slowly down her legs and tossing them aside. Then she turned her back to Donovan. “Can you unhook me?”

  “Reluctantly,” he answered reaching to open the bustier. “I’d like to play a bit longer, but you’re hungry and we both need to shower.” He slapped her buttocks. “Go. I’ll call for room service.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said in a soft tone. Donovan burst out laughing. “What, angelic and naive doesn’t work for me?”

  “Not after tonight.” He didn’t take his eyes off her as she sauntered to the bathroom.

  * * * *

  Their last day of the trip had them arriving at Amelia Island, Florida. Donovan invited Jack to join them as they wandered the Centre Street’s historic district. It was a large area of restored nineteenth-century homes and shops. While he and Rhia had been there before, Jack seemed enthralled with the history surrounding them.

  Rhia made a few small purchases, mostly gifts to take back to friends. They skipped breakfast on the ship and enjoyed an early lunch in a relaxed atmosphere. The restaurant wasn’t slammed full, which gave them a bit of privacy to talk over their meal.

  “So, Jack, did your vacation turn out as you imagined?” Rhia was wearing white trousers with comfortable sandals. She wore a long tunic in a white, turquoise, and gold pattern over a simple tank top. Her hair was braided back, but tendrils had loosened in the humidity.

  To Donovan, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It still amazed him at times that she’d even talked to him that first night on the boat, let alone stayed with him these past years. He smiled while looking around the restaurant, half listening to her conversation with Jack. He wasn’t jealous of their budding relationship, rather, he saw Jack as a fit to them both.

  Jack had been enthralled with Rhia. Who could blame him, Donovan decided. She was a strong-willed woman to be reckoned with. She knew her likes and dislikes and her limits. In that instant, he saw Jack as a pup in training, and the idea blossomed inside him that he might be an interesting addition to their home while Donovan trained him. From his research, he knew Jack was at loose ends at home, looking for work. It wouldn’t be a major issue to stay with them a few months until he made firm decisions about their future.

  Donovan knew it would be interesting, to say the least. Once home, Rhia’s dominant side would come out. She’d train Jack more than he would. Would he accept being tied to the rack and caned? He’d already accepted he was bisexual, sucking Donovan’s cock without hesitation. He’d accepted being paddled and bound in front of Rhia. He remembered how Jack kept looking to Rhia last night for approval. He took direction well.

  While wandering back toward the ship, they enjoyed ice cream from the specialty shop. Their conversations were varied, Rhia knowing intuitively what topics to steer clear of. Their time ashore was pleasant, but Donovan knew Rhia was tiring and needed to rest.

  “When we get back to the ship, I think we could all use a nap.” Donovan didn’t specify if he meant for Jack to join them, but he saw how the man’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Jack, why not meet us on deck early tonight.” He didn’t miss the disappointment in his expression.

  “That sounds good,” he managed, but was quiet the rest of the way back. Donovan had his reasons. Rhia didn’t interfere. Back at the ship, they went to their respective cabins.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jack toed off his shoes and stripped off his cargo shorts and T-shirt once back in his cabin. He dropped onto the bed, replaying the week in his mind. This trip was supposed to be his last gasp before going home and finding a life for himself, one that had him gainfully employed again. Since meeting Rhia, he hadn’t thought about home once. It dawned on him he didn’t have to go home, technically. In reality, he could choose anywhere he wanted to restart his life.

  He pushed his boxers down his legs and grasped his cock, thinking about that first night when Rhia merely touched his cock while kissing him, and he’d come in his pants like a teenager. While embarrassed, it became the least of his embarrassing moments. From that time on, he’d known she’d let him fuck her. What he was completely clueless about was her alternative motives. He’d never thought about being with a man until meeting Donovan. It seemed to him, Rhia and Donovan had drawn him into their web of sex games. Jack’s problem, he knew, was that he liked it. Liked all of it. Liked fucking Rhia with or without Donovan watching or directing. He liked being fucked by Donovan and sucking his cock.

  Rhia had told him straight-out that once the ship docked, their games were over. Now a week later, he was wishing there was no end. He remembered how she looked the night before, like an angel in all white. He smiled thinking about the tattoo on her shoulder. Half devil and half angel. Now he understood the dichotomy of her choice. At times, she was the perfect woman, and at other times she was the devil, pulling him into her world of sex and domination.

  He thought about Donovan and how large his cock was. How he’d managed to swallow the devil’s sword and liked it. How he liked it even more when his hands were bound and Donovan was directing him to lick Rhia’s pussy while he fucked his ass.

  “What’s happened to me,” he said, still pulling on his erection. “It’s like there’re the perfect couple, devil and angel combined. He remembered lyrics from an old song, “Devil or Angel,” and he began to hum off-key.

  Devil or angel, I can’t make up my mind

  Which one you are I’d like to wake up and find

  Devil or angel dear, whichever you are

  I miss you, I miss you, I mi-i-iss you

  He didn’t remember the rest, just kept singing the first four lines over and over. At times he pictured Donovan as the devil and Rhia as the angel. Other times, he saw their positions reversed. What he couldn’t get out of his mind was the tattoo on the underside of Donovan’s cock. Flames licked upward from his base. When his cock grew, so did the length of the vibrantly colored flames.

  His cock went soft at the idea o
f having a tattoo on his dick. His body shuddered at the concept. Donovan was more of a man than he was, that was for sure. But he did like the way the flames stretched while he licked and sucked Donovan’s cock. Again he asked himself, was he bisexual, or was this just a vacation experiment? One part of him wanted to slip back to his old persona and just be a man who fucked women when the trip was over. The other side of him couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been missing all his life. He dropped onto the bed on his back, his hand still stroking his cock.

  “Why did I accept them both,” he said aloud. His cock had gotten hard while thinking about Donovan’s damn tattoo. He started stroking it again, reliving the acts they’d shared last night. He came on his belly when he pictured what he must have looked like with his hands bound, and Donovan’s cock up his ass while he fucked Rhia. “Christ, who are these people? They’re like a drug I can’t get enough of.”

  Turning on his side, one question still nagged at him. Where would he make his permanent home after this trip? Of course, he could go back, but to what, the same stagnant life he knew? Not after this week. He felt his body relaxing and sleep beginning to overtake him. He relished the sleep, where his mind would shut down and stop worrying about what would happen tomorrow when they docked in Jacksonville, Florida. “Would they ask him to visit them or had Rhia been adamant about the trip being over and their sexual antics with it?”

  * * * *

  Returning to their room, Nigel was waiting as arranged. Rhia had kicked off her shoes and dropped her packages onto the side chair. She pulled her shirt over her head and off, letting it fall to the floor. Then she dropped her pants and stripped off her tank top, tossing it on the floor, too. There was no pretense to their actions. Nigel stripped off his white captain’s uniform and dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back. There was no conversation between them.

  Rhia stood behind Donovan and unzipped his pants. She pushed them down his hips, fondling his cock until Nigel captured it between his lips. Rhia dropped naked onto the bed, openly watching the men and using her hand to rub her pussy. “Take him deeper, Nigel. I know you can do better.”

  Donovan reached down and pinched Nigel’s shoulder. “Don’t make me come, Nigel. I want to fuck your butt while you lick Rhia.” The other man immediately sat back on his heels, waiting while Donovan unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed his pants down his legs and stepped out of them. With a nod, Nigel crawled to the foot of the bed.

  Rhia shifted downward until her body was within his reach. As soon as she was settled, Nigel leaned up and, with his hands still behind his back, began to lick her pussy. Donovan moved behind him. Nigel paused and turned, taking his cock back between his lips, coating Donovan’s cock with a thick layer of saliva. Then he turned his attention back to Rhia. She scooted up the bed, so Nigel could drop his upper body over the edge of the mattress. As soon as they were settled, he resumed licking her.

  “Rhia, do you want a toy?” Donovan asked.

  “Not just yet. Nigel knows how to make me come just licking me. I want to watch you fuck him.” She stretched, reaching to the nightstand, and tossed him a condom. Rhia studied him as he tore open the package and sheathed himself.

  Donovan took the last step forward and grasped Nigel by the hips, holding him in position as he thrust his cock in the other man’s butt. Nigel groaned and started to fuck Rhia’s pussy with his tongue. He adapted the same rhythm Donovan was using, turning them into one complete fucking unit.

  “That’s it, Donovan. Fuck him faster.” She lifted her hands to her breasts, fondling and pinching her nipples.

  “Did you feel that, Nigel? She pinched her tits, and my cock swelled inside you.” He didn’t expect to get a verbal answer. Nigel squeezed his butt cheeks together in response. “Good man.” He grasped his hips harder. “Fuck her with your tongue, deeper and faster.” Nigel responded with enthusiasm. Rhia moaned and pushed her hips upward, harder against Nigel’s mouth. “That’s it. Watch how she pulls on her nipples. Angel, you are an amazing sight. Pinch harder and I’ll come.”

  “Where?” Rhia’s question was a single word.

  “How about I come on your pussy so Nigel can lick you clean. Does that sound appealing?”

  “Do it, Donovan. Do it,” she goaded and licked her lips. She watched him intently as he pulled from Nigel’s ass. Nigel sat back, looking disappointed. With a quick step to the side, Donovan grasped his cock, tore off the condom, and sprayed his load over her pussy. Nigel was quick to start lapping at her cum-covered pussy. Donovan dropped onto the bed beside her and began to kiss her. His hands covered hers and squeezed her breasts. As they battled with tongues, Nigel licked her clean, fucking her with his tongue. Donovan knew Rhia was going to come from her body’s reactions. Her breathing was off pattern, and she was jutting her hips forward onto Nigel’s tongue. Her whole body shook with her orgasm, and she relaxed on the bed. Nigel sat back on his heels.

  “Well done, Nigel. You’ve managed to make both of us come. Now it’s your turn. Stand and jerk your cock. I want to see your cum dripping from your belly. Still, there was not a word from Nigel. He stood, grasped his cock, and leaned back as his load splashed up onto his skin.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Thank you, Nigel.” Rhia’s voice was already drowsy, and Donovan knew she’d drift off to sleep for a nap before their last super on board. She reached her arm over Donovan’s chest and tugged herself tighter to him.

  “We’ll see you later, Nigel. Thank you for this afternoon.”

  “My pleasure, sir.” He dressed quickly, seemingly not fazed to be buttoning his shirt over his cum-stained belly. He sat only momentarily to tie his shoes and then stood before the mirror over the bureau for only a moment to check his appearance before heading to the door. He gave Nigel a mock salute and let himself quietly out of the room.

  Donovan shifted a pillow under his head and decided it was the perfect time for a nap. He grasped Rhia tighter, letting sleep overtake him.

  * * * *

  Jack was sullen during their meal. He noted how Rhia tried to keep the conversation going. Donovan looked pensive, watching his every move. When coffee was being served, the other two couples left to dance.

  “Jack, you seem quiet tonight.”

  “Just thinking about the week and what I’ll do when it’s over.”

  “Don’t you want to go home?” Rhia asked.

  “I’ll go home, just not to the life I left behind. I’m not sure where my future lies. I need to find a job, one I can tolerate for twenty years or so.”

  “Are you looking to get married and start a family?” Donovan nodded to the waiter, and they all hesitated until he refilled their wineglasses.

  “I guess it’s what I thought I was supposed to do. Now I’m not so sure if that’s what I truly want.”

  “Are you sorry you came on the cruise?” Rhia sipped her wine.

  “No. No not at all.” Jack paused, knowing his face had turned red from the heat he felt on his cheeks. “I’m just not sure I can go back to my old life, knowing there’s so much more out there to experience.”

  “In a perfect world, what would you like to happen?”

  Jack hesitated and thought before he spoke. “I suppose in a perfect world I wouldn’t have to leave you two. That I could stay on as your pup.” He raised his hand to stop them from talking. “I know, when the cruise is over, so are we. I guess I’m wondering how to go about finding a new master.”

  “Do you want a new master? Are you sure, Jack? Maybe in a few days or weeks you’ll go back to your normal life.” Donovan finished the wine in his glass.

  “I think the hardest part would be finding another couple like you two. A couple who will accept me, train me, and make me feel a part of them.” He watched Rhia glance to Donovan and back to him.

  “I’ll make you a deal, Jack. Tonight is our last night on board. Why not let Rhia take charge of the evening. See if you like her being in charge, too.”

 
“But she can only fuck me with a dildo.” Even to his own ear he sounded disappointed.

  “You’d be surprised,” she said and smiled. “Let’s head downstairs to finish this conversation.” She stood and waited until the men followed her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Donovan knew what she had in mind and would let her take the lead. If Jack could deal with Rhia in full charge, they might be able to think about him differently. After all, they always joked that having a houseboy, one who was there full time at their beck and call, would be interesting.

  Donovan watched Jack watch Rhia’s hips sway before him as he followed them down the hallway. He noted she didn’t take him to their cabin. Instead, she headed to the staff quarters. His cock stirred, and he held back a smile, anxious to watch Rhia wield the paddle. When they reached the same cabin Jack had been in with Donovan, she turned and smiled to both men.

  “Once we go inside, I’m in charge. Do you both understand?”

  “Oh, baby, I understand.” Donovan was slipping his jacket off his shoulders.

  “Jack, what do you think?”

  “I think I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

  She unlocked the door and stood to the side, letting them enter first. As soon as she closed and locked the door, her demeanor changed.

  “Both of you strip and assume the position.” Donovan quickly stripped off his clothing, tossing it on the back of a chair. Jack started to undress but seemed in a fog, staring at Rhia. “Jack, strip or leave.” Her tone was forceful, and Donovan held back a smile as he went and stood in front of the bed with his fingers laced together behind his head. Jack followed his lead.