Pleasure for Him

by Jan Springer

  Leaning back against her seat, she tried hard not to think about what would be happening tonight as it simply made her too nervous. Especially whenever she thought about the huge butt plug that was wedged inside her ass. It had turned out to be state of the art with temperature control, heating her anal muscles to perfection, slowly inflating day by day with minimal discomfort.

  Early this morning, she’d had her personal stylist come over to trim and style her hair as well as wax her pussy and anal area in preparation for tonight. In every physical way, she was ready. Physically, she wanted to be shared as she enjoyed it. But, despite having had the experience twice, she was still nervous. Closing her eyes, she kept herself calm by listening to the soft, classical music that flowed through the interior.

  Before long, they arrived at the small New York airport reserved for the rich and powerful where Ryland’s private jet was waiting to whisk her away. Once safely in the air, she was catered to by a pretty and very polite flight attendant who served her a light fruit and vegetable plate with some of Lily’s favourites such as chocolate-dipped strawberries and bananas, sweet baby carrots, sticks of celery with an assortment of dips along with a dish of beluga caviar. To top off the tasty treats, dessert came in a form of a miniature slice of Swiss chocolate cheesecake drizzled with edible gold flakes.

  Complementing her dinner, she opted for a cup of low-caf Indonesian coffee, followed by a couple of cool mints to freshen her breath. Lord, but she needed fresh breath for what she was about to do.

  Lily’s excitement and nervousness grew as the pilot’s voice suddenly came over the intercom.

  “Ms Tiffany, we will begin the descent momentarily. Please put on your seatbelt. Once you have your seatbelt on, you’ll see the privately owned Elizabeth Islands out your window. They’re just north of the infamous Martha’s Vineyard and south of the Massachusetts mainland.”

  After putting on her restraint, Lily gazed out of the window at the breathtaking view of small green islands nestled in blue ocean waters. Sailboats and yachts dotted the white-crested waves and her heart skipped with excitement at the sandy beaches. As the plane began a slight mid-air turn, the pilot continued to speak. “The island of Martha’s Vineyard is appearing in the distance.”

  Yes, she could see a large island to the south.

  “Almost one fifth of the island is dedicated to conservation, with many wildlife sanctuaries and refuges and lighthouses. If you choose to explore the island you may reach it from your destination island via ferry or private yacht. On the Vineyard you will have access to many scenic cycling and hiking trails, an array of water sports, and excellent fishing to name a few of the adventures you can experience.”

  It sounded heavenly. She loved nature and she loved the outdoors and lighthouses. Ryland had picked well for this adventure. For a split second her tummy hollowed out with anxiety once again as she remembered why she was coming here. But then the pilot’s voice continued with more information as the plane began its descent.

  “Just below is the island you will be visiting. There’s a beach estate, several private beaches, a wedding gazebo, and a private airfield. We will make land in about two minutes.”

  Gosh, it was so beautiful. Most of the island looked pristine. Sapphire-blue waters surrounded lush green and she caught glimpses of several white sandy beaches. As the plane’s wheels hit the tarmac, Lily’s nervousness increased. Who had Ryland picked for her this time?

  Calm down. You’ll find out soon enough.

  Moments later, as she descended the jet’s steep stairs with her small carry-on bag, her mouth opened in shock at the stunning sight laid out in front of her. The pilot had mentioned a beach estate and he wasn’t kidding. The huge two-storey house was white shingled siding with black shutters. There were five gables and several balconies with black metal railings. Warm light splashed from all the windows into the twilight.

  Excitement whipped through her. This house seemed like something out of her dreams. She loved gables and she adored balconies. This place was just perfect.

  She followed a string of fancy black metal lanterns hung on six-foot-high poles, which led the way along a white flagstone pathway up a few stairs to a wraparound porch with gingerbread trim. In the background, the jet engines drowned the crash of waves as Ryland’s pilot readied for take-off.

  She stepped onto the white-painted porch. Bright lights flickered on from a motion detector and she smiled at the several white wicker chairs with bright red pillows adorning the area. Very cosy.

  With shaky fingers, she dug out the skeleton key and inserted it into the lock. It fitted perfectly. The door beeped and she realised the key was electronic. Pushing down on the fancy black handle, she opened the solid wood black door.

  The comforting smell of vanilla embraced her as she stepped inside the house.

  Wow, was her overwhelming thought as she stared at her surroundings. Whomever had decorated this place had great taste. Actually, she would have done her dream home in much the same manner. The foyer was huge. Gorgeous pictures of beaches and lighthouses adorned the walls. The main theme was white, her favourite colour. Accents were black metal and brass. The walls gleamed white with wood wainscoting and black metal railings led to the second floor. The stairs were white marble and the rest of the floors were covered in a plush white rug. Several huge white crystal chandeliers adorned the entryway and stairway ceilings.

  An inner quivering of wicked anticipation burst through her as she spied a trail of white rose petals strewn across the carpet towards and up the stairs. Okay, so he wanted her to follow the petals. She bit her bottom lip, gathered her courage and followed the trail to a second-floor bedroom that was half the size of her apartment. The petals led her into an adjoining dressing room, which was just as big as the bedroom.

  Blowing out yet another tense breath, she surveyed the virtually see-through white lingerie placed on a white table. On the clothing lay a note in Ryland’s handwriting. Her heart began hammering quickly as she read it.

  Remove your plug and put these on. Meet us on the back porch.

  Oh goodness! They were already here. She didn’t know why she’d hoped she would have a little more time to herself. It appeared Ryland was quite eager to introduce her to the third.

  Her legs trembled as she did what the note instructed. After taking a long shower and blow-drying her hair in the accompanying powder room, she wrapped herself in a short sexy robe she found hanging on a hook for her. With her heart hammering in her ears, she sat at a nearby makeup table, loving the velvety material of the cushion caressing her almost bare ass. She inspected the magnificent selection of every imaginable makeup set upon the table. Everything was in its original packaging, from false eyelashes, to silver eyeliner, to glittering blush. She didn’t need any blush—her cheeks were taking care of that angle all on their own, as they heated whenever she focused on what would be happening. She opted to go for the natural look and applied sparkling white eyeshadow and some black eyeliner and mascara. Then she brushed her hair until it shone beneath the lights.

  Chapter Three

  Moments later, she donned the clothing. The material of the three-piece lingerie set was the softest she’d ever felt hugging her skin and as she gazed into one of the many full-length jewel-encrusted mirrors in the dressing room, she did a double-take at the erotic way the clothing embraced her curves.

  She appeared very sexy in the baby-doll outfit with its feminine ruffled edges. She looked like a bride heading into the first night of her honeymoon, except in her case, instead of one man she would be with two men. Just thinking of having sex with two guys had her cheeks flushing pink, and there was a sparkling hungry edge to her eyes too. Suddenly she felt hot, almost wildly feverish with anticipation and nervousness.

  She wanted this. Wanted to have another man touching her so she could see the pleasure in Ryland’s eyes. She’d never met a man like him before. A man whom she’d instantly been so attracted to. A man who got turne
d on by having other men make love to her. It was a good thing she was the sexually adventurous type, or she would have run the other way the first time he’d mentioned he wanted to share her. But by the time he’d confessed, she’d already fallen head over heels for the handsome billionaire.

  Realising she’d stalled enough, Lily gave herself a final inspection, and liked what she saw. Now it was time to present herself to the men.

  A few minutes later, she found them on the back porch sitting at a round, white, ornate metal table sipping on drinks. Both men wore plush white robes and they sensed she was watching them even before she opened the screen door to present herself—she knew it in the way they tensed and stopped talking. She recognised the third immediately.

  Josh Sommers. He was the man that had introduced her to Ryland. She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed or excited. She had had no idea Josh was part of the Billionaire’s Key Club. But that shouldn’t surprise her. The Club was a well-kept secret and Ryland didn’t discuss the members.

  There had been a flirty attraction between Josh and herself, but she’d never acted upon it because he’d been married. Besides, when she’d met Ryland, she’d only had eyes for him.

  She noted both men were clean-cut and shaven. They smelt gently of soap, a hint of alcohol and a whole lot of dominance. Lily’s legs trembled as she stepped onto the porch.

  “Hi, Lily, long time no see.” Josh stood and extended his hand to her. She shook hands with him, loving the powerful warmth of his fingers as they intertwined with hers. He didn’t let go, but instead held on. His blue eyes flared with sexual intention. Sensing Josh’s needs, Ryland stood. He took her other hand and moved in close to her.

  “Baby, I have been missing you like crazy,” he whispered. He lowered his head and caught her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that had her thoughts swirling and her body quaking. He tasted of chocolate liqueur and the sweet scent inflamed her senses. She always loved this taste on him.

  One of the men, she didn’t know which one, untied the sash on her robe and it fell open, allowing the ocean breeze to whisper against her hot thighs. Ryland moved closer and she swallowed at the heated brand of his erection surging against her tender belly. So hard. So swollen.

  Ryland raised his hand and pressed it against the back of her head, holding her captive to his kiss.

  “I’ve been dreaming of this, Lily,” Josh whispered close to her ear. His fingers tightened around hers. “Dreaming of taking you. Aching to be inside you.”

  Josh slipped his hand between her robe opening, and stroked her right hip, caressing leisurely, allowing her to get used to his touch. Her flesh tingled beneath his palm. She liked the incredible sensation.

  Ryland’s breathing grew rougher and he broke the kiss. His eyes grew darker with hunger and the corded muscles in his neck were spasming, a sign that he was trying hard to keep his self-control.

  “I’ve wanted to watch you with Josh for so long.”

  Josh slid his hand lower to cup her right ass cheek. Her heart thundered in her ears as Ryland moved away a little and let go of her. He slipped his hand into her open robe and cupped her left breast. The warmth of his palm seeped into her flesh. Her legs weakened with desire.

  “I want to watch Josh, touching you, arousing you. Will you let him arouse you, baby?”

  She swallowed at the tremors of anticipation of doing what Ryland wanted from her. Eagerness fluttered through her lower belly. Ryland’s eyes were so dark, she could feel the storm of his longing embrace her and threaten to pull her into a tidal wave of lust.

  She nodded jerkily. Creamed as Ryland moved away and sat down at his seat. He lifted a liqueur glass and sipped his drink as he watched for Josh’s next move. Josh stepped into where Ryland had just stood. He stared at her, his blue eyes intense. The tip of his pink tongue peeked out from his mouth. He let go of her fingers and she held her breath as he slipped his hands over her shoulders, bringing the robe off her body.

  She whimpered as his gaze settled on her lips. His dark expression gentled and instead of kissing her, he lowered his head to her right breast. His mouth was like a missile as heat and moisture exploded over her nipple. Erotically, he moved his lips, sucking, and the pressure was powerful and exquisite.

  She tore her gaze from Josh’s head to Ryland who watched her with a passion that had her breath stopping right in her lungs.

  I love you, he mouthed silently. Let yourself go. Enjoy.

  Having his permission made it easier to let any guilt melt away. Guilt at having another man touching her, arousing her. Josh’s hands slipped from her waist to cup her ass cheeks. His body heat warmed her. She gasped at the huge erection pressing against the vortex of her thighs and she trembled as she remembered the enormous plug she’d been instructed to use to prepare her for him.

  She inhaled softly and jerked as Josh angled his head towards the breast that Ryland had just been sucking. Josh captured her nipple between his teeth and bit gently, giving her a dose of pain. Oh, why did this feel so good with another man’s mouth on her breast while Ryland watched?

  She spied Ryland’s hand slip into his robe, and she caught a glimpse of him stroking his cock. She blew out a tense breath as Josh moved his mouth to her other breast, quickly finding her tight nipple. She shuddered as he bit. Harder this time. Pain flared, making her cry out softly into the ocean breeze. She slapped her hands upon his back, steadying herself.

  While nibbling on her nipple, he sensually rubbed his hard erection against her lower belly, much in the same way Ryland had done moments earlier. He was a bit rougher than Ryland. A bit bolder. She creamed again, hot and thick with anticipation.

  As she watched Ryland stroking himself, fever heat whispered through her, awakening her nerve endings and senses. Josh let go of her nipple and lifted his head, a crooked, sensual grin twisting his lips. His eyes glistened in the soft porch light. She stilled as his head lowered again, this time his mouth capturing hers in a soft brush that sparked delightful tingles.

  “Touch me,” he encouraged. Then he took her mouth again, kissing her harder, his warm lips tender and arousing. She moved her lower half away a little so as to allow her hand to slip between them. She undid his robe sash, and her fingers trembled as she found his cock.

  Big. Goodness. So big.

  She couldn’t even get her fingers around his swollen, sturdy girth. Instead, she slid her palm up and down his extremely long shaft, feeling the pulse of arousal and the jerk of his flesh as she touched him.

  “How do you like my surprise?” Ryland asked as he stepped up behind her. He pressed his strong body against her backside, and reaching up with his hand, he moved aside her hair from her neck to allow his hot lips to touch her there. Her flesh tingled sweetly wherever he kissed.

  When Josh let her come up for air, they were both breathing heavily and she could barely answer Ryland’s question.

  “I like,” she whispered hoarsely. “Very much.”

  “Then let’s take this down to the beach gazebo. We have all the amenities there—great ocean views, a nice breeze, a fridge stocked with cold drinks and a bed, among other things.”

  A bed in the gazebo? Other things? How interesting.

  Each man took one of her hands and guided her down the porch steps along a lamplit path. For a few moments flowery scents wrapped around Lily from the nearby flower-riddled gardens then the smells wafted away as the white stone path gave way to a charming brand-new knotty pine boardwalk that meandered through eight-foot-high reeds. The roar of waves crashing upon the beach became louder and soon the reeds opened to a white sandy beach and a cool salty breeze. Directly in front of them, the full moon hung low on the dark horizon, shining a golden hue over the ocean. To her right, she spied the large hexagonal white gazebo set at the edge of a sandy peninsula. Tiny white fairy lights flickered romantically on the arbours, the latticed panels and the white wooden railings.

  “So beautiful,” she whispered as they led her along th
e sandy peninsula and up the white marble stairs to the gazebo. It was enormous with padded bench beds along three of the six sides. She noted a small fridge and a well-stocked bar on another wall and in the middle of the gazebo, to her surprise, a good-sized hot tub was set in the cedar-boarded floor.

  As Ryland and Josh mixed drinks, she spied past the twinkling lights to look out of the openings into the moonlit area. She could see all around them. On three sides, white-capped waves rushed onto the nearby sandy shore. In the distance, there was another island and another one to the south. Behind them, on this island, was the big white house with the smart black shutters and a buttery glow of lights splashing from all the windows. Flowing frantically back and forth in the ocean wind were the tall green reeds on each side of the boardwalk they’d just come from.

  This was so different than living in the city. Here, there weren’t car horns blaring, or elevator doormen and security guards hovering nearby. There weren’t shrieks and shouts from people hailing cabs. Here, the roar of the waves splashing onto the sand, along with the fresh salt-tinged wind breezing into the gazebo, soothed her nerves and invigorated her. This place was heaven and she suddenly wished she could live here. Wished she could get married in this romantic gazebo. They could cover the tub with matching cedar planks and have the ceremony in here while their families watched from chairs set on the beach.

  A drink appeared in front of her, compliments of Josh. She recognised it as her favourite, a mint julep in an ice-cold silver goblet. She sipped the sweet treat and enjoyed the tingle as she swallowed.

  “And for you, Josh…” Ryland handed Josh a glass goblet with gold trim and pale pink liquid inside. “Your favourite, the Ménage à Trois, a mix of aged cognac, brandy and vintage pink champagne, complete with a vanilla orchid petal.”