Louisa Neil

by Bete Noire

  Diana pulled away from the mirror and walked to the bathroom. Flipping on the overhead light, she refused to look at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror, pulling it open to find the aspirin. She shook three into her hand and put the bottle on the sink back. The tea in her bedroom had cooled enough for her to swallow the pills with. Even the strong tea didn’t mask the acrid taste. Diana reached back to unzip her dress and let it fall from her arms. With her bedroom door closed, she looked in the full-length mirror. Yes, her dress was a bit wrinkled, but not beyond what the dry cleaner could refresh. Her breasts were still full and her nipples hard. Sloan had been right, rubbing against the material all night had made them sensitive. His lips and hands to them had made them more so. Using her own hands, she encircled them, lifting and stroking them. Then she started to pinch her nipples. The feeling she was creating shot through her body directly to her pussy. She pinched a few more times and dropped her hands.

  Pulling a deep breath, she pushed the dress down her hips and let it fall to the floor. Examining her body, she saw no major changes on the exterior. But she knew on the inside she was different. Just the memory of Sloan’s fingers penetrating her made her body clench her thighs together to stop the pulsing. His cum was dried on her buttocks. She thought to shower but didn’t want to wash away his touch. She paused to take off her earrings and put them in their special box. Then she dropped onto the bed. She thought to use her dildo and bring herself to an orgasm. She didn’t. Once she was lying down, she became exhausted, mentally and physically. After another sip of her tea, she lay back and wondered if her dreams would bring Martin to her. She truly hoped so. She wanted to talk to him.

  Dane was lounging in the library when Sloan came in from driving Diana home. He noted the other man’s furrowed brow and straightened in his seat. “Well, how did it go?”

  Sloan walked to the side bar and poured himself a drink. After taking the first large swallow, he topped off the glass and went to sit across from Dane. “I’m not sure. Right about now she probably thinks we’re both crazy. Or that we’ve been stalking her.” He took another sip from his glass. “I figure about now she’s debating whether to come back to work or pack up and run.”

  “Did you show her the matching pieces?”

  “Yes, but she wouldn’t try on the necklace. I put the bracelet on her wrist, and she seemed enthralled with it, until I told her the history. Not surprisingly, she seemed to know a lot about the myth. Which means she did some research on her own.”

  “That should be a good thing,” Dane said, sipping from his own drink.

  “Until she realized if I was telling the truth about all of this, how old the jewels truly are. She all but ripped the bracelet from her wrist, as if it would burn her skin.”

  “We knew before we started this it was a bit crazy. Remember how we both felt when we met and discovered what we had. It took us both a while to accept the whole myth was a part of us and our family backgrounds.” Dane put his glass aside and stood, placing a few logs on the dwindling fire. “What do you think we should do next?”

  “I don’t honestly know. It took all my strength to take her home tonight. Once she was here, I wanted her to stay.”

  “Did you fuck her?” Dane settled back in his seat. “Wasn’t she amazing?”

  “I only used my hands and mouth on her at first. It was her suggestion that we fuck. I only fucked her pussy and came on her ass. I didn’t want to push too much further tonight, although I think if I’d mentioned fucking her ass, she’d have let me.” He took a swig from his glass. “Christ, she is one amazing woman. Now that we’ve found her, I’m afraid of what will happen if she decides we’re crazy and doesn’t see us again.” He glanced to Dane. “I can’t wait until we double her. But she’ll have to decide when she’s ready for that.”

  Dane laughed aloud and leaned forward. “I guess that’s my advantage of being the outgoing one. I fucked her right away. Man, she is so tight, wait until you feel your cock stretching her inner walls. She’ll feel like a vise around you. When she constricts her muscles and milks you, it’s an amazing feeling. Her pussy is tight and hot, but her ass is tighter.”

  “I felt it against my fingers.” Sloan put his drink aside and wandered around the room. “Do you think we should call her tomorrow?”

  “You were the one who said we had to take our time before we scared her away. Are you changing your mind because you’ll think she’ll run or because you want to fuck her?”

  “Both.” Sloan unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants.

  “Well, is that an invitation?” Dane stood and quickly stripped off his own shirt. “Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll sooth your worries.” He reached a hand to Sloan, who slowly moved to take it. “You go on up. I’ll lock up down here.”

  “We’ll do it together,” Sloan told him and headed to the back wall, checking the doors as he walked around the room. Dane was setting the alarm when Sloan finished in the kitchen. When they were both satisfied they were locked in, they headed upstairs. “Did you sneak down and listen to us or watch us?”

  At the top of the stairs, they both went to the left but didn’t enter the room. Instead, they both scanned the master bedroom. “It’s ready and waiting for her. Now we just need to get her here.” Dane raised his hands to Sloan’s shoulders and gently directed him across the hallway. “My room or yours?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Sloan said, walking into Dane’s room. “So, did you sneak down?” He sat on the bench at the foot of the bed and toed off his shoes and socks. Then he stood and dropped his pants. His cock bobbed in freedom, and Dane was beside him quickly. He stripped off his jeans and Sloan watched his cock expand. He reached a hand to Dane, who went and stood in front of him. Sloan grasped Dane’s cock with his hands and began to rub him up and back. When the first droplets of pre-cum appeared, he leaned down and licked them, swirling his tongue around the entire head. “You didn’t answer me. Did you come down?”

  “No, but I wanted to.” Dane dropped his hand to Sloan’s shoulder. “It took all my restraint not to come down and watch. I thought about watching from the patio door but figured since you left me alone with her all this time, it would be rude of me to interrupt you. Just keep doing what you’re doing right now, and I’ll forgive you for not letting me watch.”

  “She has an amazing ass,” Sloan told Dane just before he swallowed his cock.

  “And her tits, they’re so firm and high. I love sucking her nipples. They get so hard, like stones.” Dane paused to watch Sloan swallow his length. “You’re hard. Didn’t you come tonight?

  “Yeah, I shot on her ass and licked her clean, but it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t the same as feeling her body take me all the way.”

  Dane pulled from his lips and walked to the bureau. He put his hands on the top and spread his legs wide. “Come fuck my ass. Close your eyes, and imagine it’s her ass you’re fucking.”

  Sloan stood and fisted his own cock as he took the few steps toward Dane. When he reached the other man, Dane turned and dropped before him. He swallowed Sloan’s cock to the hilt on the first pass. Over and over, he sucked him down his throat. “Man, I’m gonna come if I keep doing that.” With a hand from Sloan, Dane stood and resumed his position. “Fuck me, Sloan, like you’d fuck Diana’s ass or pussy.”

  He didn’t have to ask again. Sloan was stepping behind him, using his hands on his hips to spread Dane’s butt cheeks. His cock was slippery from Dane sucking him, and in one push, he was buried inside his ass. “Oh, that is wonderful.”

  “From my point of view, too.” Dane paused and pushed back to accept Sloan’s thrusts. “All night I stayed up here trying to picture what she’d let you do, what you’d do of your own accord.”

  “I can’t wait to get one of us in her ass and the other in her pussy.” Sloan continued the push-pull of fucking Dane’s ass. “You’ve had them both. Which is tighter?”

  “She’s tight all over, man. It’s gonna take a while for
us to stretch her enough for us both to fuck her same hole.”

  “Do you think she’ll accept that?”

  “Once she’s past her guilt and nervousness, she’s wild, pushing all boundaries. I’ll bet in time, she’ll take both our cocks in her pussy and in her ass. And she’ll be the one calling the shots.” Dane glanced over his shoulder to look at Sloan. “You do realize she likes to be in charge. She’ll be the one directing how we use her and each other.”

  Sloan began to push faster in Dane’s body, his strokes becoming shorter and shorter until he was hardly pulling out yet thrusting harder. “She can direct me any way she wants, as long as she knows we’re her future.”

  “I’m gonna come, Sloan. I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you just surged inside me.”

  “Stoke your cock. I’m going to come.”

  Dane wrapped his hand around his cock and began to rub himself. “Now, Sloan. I’m going to come now.”

  “Do it,” the other man told him all but breathlessly.

  Dane felt Sloan’s fingers biting into his hips, holding him tight to him while his cum spurted inside him. Dane came in his own hand and continued to rub it on himself. Sloan dropped over his shoulder and watched his movements. His cock stirred inside Dane’s body, and he laughed. “Getting hard again?”

  “Only a bit. I’m exhausted, but you keep going.” Sloan pulled from Dane’s body and with a few steps dropped backward, sitting on the bed. “Come here and let me watch you.”

  Dane didn’t need to think twice. He moved beside the bed and continued to manipulate his own cock. When he came a second time, he sprayed his cum on Sloan’s chest. Then he dropped to his knees and started to suck it from the other man’s nipples.

  “Imagining they’re her nipples?”

  “Yes, but they’re not, and that’s good, too. Soon I’ll have both of you to suck.” He continued to lick and suck his cum from Sloan’s chest until he was exhausted. His cock wasn’t getting hard again, so he finally stopped and stood, crawling beside Sloan on the bed. “I’m done. I can’t get hard again.”

  “Neither can I. I’m tired, too, mentally and physically.”

  “Maybe she’ll call tomorrow or stop by.” Dane’s voice was groggy.

  “It’s a possibility, but I wouldn’t count on it. Don’t be disappointed if she doesn’t.” Sloan wrapped his arm around Dane and pulled him close to his body. Dane dropped his arm over Sloan’s belly and let himself drift to sleep.

  Diana was in the labyrinth, light from the Minotaur’s chamber showing her the way to him. She was running through the pathways, her fingers tracing along the stone as she went. When she reached the doorway she paused, noting her monster sat behind the trestle table in a large thronelike chair. It was carved of wood and had no material coverings. He sat watching the doorway, as if he expected her to come. She waited until her breath was normal before taking her first steps into the room. His expression didn’t change. As she walked toward the table, she realized the only thing she wore was her earrings, feeling them brush against her neck with each movement.

  “Why are you so agitated?” he asked. His tone was deep, normal sounding to her ear.

  “I was afraid…”

  “Of me?” he asked, laughing at her, the expression new to her. She’d seen him give her a sly smile of satisfaction in the past, but he never laughed. Diana wasn’t sure she liked him laughing at her.

  “I was afraid you wouldn’t be here.”

  “Why?” Her monster sat still, watching her every move.

  “You of all people should know that. If you’re a figment of my imagination then you know where I was tonight and with whom. You know how I let him touch me.”

  “Did you not want him to make love to you? From my perspective, you were the one to initiate the acts. You asked him for more.”

  “Yes, I did. Are you him, or is he you?” She moved closer and rested her hip on the edge of the table, bringing her closer to him. In the brighter light, she studied him openly. Yes, he had the body of an exquisite man, chiseled features and all muscle. In the candlelight, his body looked as if it had been oiled, slick and shiny. She noted the light covering of black hair on his chest and knew it wound down his belly, encircling his cock. As she continued to look at him, his long black hair and black eyes became more humanized. Only the horns coming from his temples made her believe he was technically a monster.

  “I am a figment of your imagination, Diana. Yes, Sloan and Dane prompted you to start thinking about me to serve their purpose. You’re the one who turned me into a nightmare.”

  “I’m not afraid of you anymore, haven’t been from almost the very beginning.”

  “As I recall, after your first dreams you referred to me as your bête noire. That means a nightmare, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, but that was so long ago. I’ve come to trust you, to look forward to visiting you.”

  “To look forward to my fucking you?”

  “Yes. Now in this brighter light, I see you look more like Sloan.”

  “That’s your doing, Diana. I haven’t changed. I’m still the monster you dreamed.”

  “Not a monster for a long time. I’ve been calling you Martin.”

  “No matter what you call me, I am your nightmare come true.”

  “If I go with Sloan and Dane, will you still come to me in my dreams?”

  “You have no use for me now. You’ve let Sloan touch you in real life. You’ve listened to his story of your history. It’s up to you to believe it or not. It’s your decision how you follow through with the men.”

  “Can I conjure you just for my own pleasure?”

  “Only you can decide that. I fear the time has come where you don’t need me as a buffer between the men and reality. What can I offer you? I’m only a monster in your dreams.”

  “No longer a monster.” She waited for him to accept her words and remembered she was the one who had to believe. Finally, she slipped to the floor, slowly walking around the long table. Diana didn’t hesitate to climb up on his lap and rest her head against his chest. She let her hands roam his naked skin, trying to commit his feel to memory. “What if I need someone to talk to?”

  “You’ll have Sloan and Dane.” He gently lifted her face with his fingers to look at him. “Sloan is stable and elegant. Dane is more down-to-earth and carefree. You’ll become the anchor for them both.”

  “Is their story about the jewelry true? Can I trust them?”

  “That will be your decision. Might I suggest you take your earrings”—he lifted his finger and touched one of them, making the stones gently sway and skim her neck—“to someone who can tell you more about them. Someone who knows stones and will tell you what they truly are.”

  Diana snuggled closer to him, wrapping her arm around his neck. “I’ll miss you, my bête noire. I’ll miss you as a monster and as a man I named Martin.”

  “But you’ve outgrown me now. You’ve gone past the apprehension of your men.”

  “Will I ever feel the same love for the men as I’ve come to know with you?”

  “In time, Diana. There will always be angst and upheaval of some sort in your life. Dane will help you to laugh at the problems. Sloan will help you solve them.”

  “Since I let Sloan touch me tonight, you won’t touch me now, will you?”

  He laughed at her, but his arms came around her body and held her to him. “You don’t need a dream to make love with you.”

  “But the marks on my breasts, the cum on my skin. If you’re not real, how did that all happen?”

  “I don’t know of your life, only that when I did touch you, to me it was real.”

  “Is there any way you can come into my real life, my everyday life? Please tell me I won’t lose you forever.” Diana let her tears come, not fighting to hold them back.

  “I’m not your reality, my sweet. Sloan and Dane are your reality.”

  “Martin, do you know what happened to my birth parents and
why they gave me up?”

  “Sloan will have that answer. But you’ve been right not to think to contact her.”

  “She didn’t want me then, and she wouldn’t want to hear from me now.”

  “I think that will be impossible. I don’t think she truly knew who your father was. And she gave you up to have a better life. Hers was cruel to her in many ways. I wouldn’t think she’s alive or has been for many years.”

  “You can’t go back,” she whispered. “Somehow I must have known that or felt it. That was why I never looked for her.”

  “Remember, she made sure you were cared for. Beyond breath, that was her greatest gift to you.”

  “Am I really some long lost descendant of the original Ariadne? Is that how the earrings came to me? Are Sloan and Dane ancestors of the original Minotaur and Theseus?”

  “Does it really matter anymore? These men are a match for you, just as the necklace and bracelet match your earrings.”

  “Can I stay here for a while, even if you won’t fuck me? Just let me hold you.”

  “For as long as you need.”

  “I’ll always remember you, Minotaur, always hold you dear.”

  “Sloan and Dane will hold you dear, Diana.”

  Diana shifted on his lap and reached for his cock. Grasping it with one hand, she left her other arm around his neck, holding him for strength and comfort. Martin held her tight to him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When Diana woke, she was in her bed. The only difference was that she was wearing the earrings. She knew she’d taken them off before dropping onto the bed, but they were back on. At this point in her life, she wasn’t going to question the details. What surfaced immediately was the sorrow she felt at the loss of her Minotaur. Deep inside, she knew she’d not dream of him again. All her bête noire fears were gone. The second thing that surfaced was his suggestion of having her earrings appraised by a real jeweler. She cried into the pillow for a while and let herself drift back to sleep. When she woke later, she felt refreshed but sad. What she knew for sure was that tomorrow she would take her earrings to a jeweler and get them appraised.