Louisa Neil

by Bete Noire

  “Yes, now fuck me until we all come. Then you two can lick me clean of your cum.”

  “Never disappoint a lady,” Dane said, staring at Diana. He grasped her waist and held her to him while Sloan began to pull back. He knew not to pull out completely and would stop just before he’d leave her body. Dane began to push upward with his hips to meet Sloan’s thrusts.

  “That’s it. That’s what I wanted—both your cocks in my pussy.”

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” Sloan whispered and leaned forward to suck a patch of skin behind her ear. “Dane, I’m going come.”

  “Me, too,” Dane grunted. He grabbed both Diana’s tits and began to pump them in time with Sloan’s fucking.

  It was Diana’s body that clamped down on both of them, her pussy milking them of their cum. Sloan’s legs were shaking when he finally pulled out. He dropped to his knees and licked her from behind, licked her pussy and Dane’s cock. Then he pushed his index finger beside Dane’s cock and finger-fucked her a bit. When he was wet, he withdrew and pushed it higher, filling her ass. Dane reared up at the move, pushing deeper in Diana.

  She didn’t last long after he added a second finger to her butt. She rose to meet his fingers. Without forethought, his free hand came down against her porcelain skin and spanked her ass. Over and over, she reared up to meet his fingers and his palm. The noise of his palm against her skin was getting him hard. He could feel Dane’s cock hardening again.

  “Put your cock in my ass and spank me,” Diana told him, breathless but adamant. He didn’t question her. He simply replaced his fingers with his cock and continued to spank her buttocks. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she told them, and in a bold move, managed to push her own hand between her body and Dane’s. Sloan knew she was rubbing her clit, each move carrying through her body to his.

  From experience, Sloan knew Dane was about to come. Sloan surprised himself when he’d gotten hard again. But he was and she was asking him to redden her ass. The sound of his palms contacting with her skin reverberated around them in the quiet room. With each thwacking noise, Dane would surge inside her. It took every ounce of strength Sloan had. He bore down and fucked her deeper and quicker until he felt her tense. Diana’s body froze around their cocks, her muscles flexing against them. Dane shuddered under her, and Sloan felt his own release shoot in her anus.

  He paused over her to gather his strength before pulling from her and standing up. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off Dane, letting her gently fall to the mattress. Then he dropped beside her, exhausted and sated like never before.

  “That was amazing,” Diana said with an expelled breath.

  “I want to see how red your ass cheeks are,” Dane said.

  “If you can get up, you can see them.” Diana waited for Dane to move and laughed when he didn’t. Eventually they all managed to move and took turns inspecting Diana’s red ass and washing up. When Sloan came from the bathroom, she was asleep in the center of the bed. Dane had crawled beside her, and Sloan moved automatically to her other side.

  It was the most intense sex he’d had, ever. Now that he’d found her, and knew they were compatible, he didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want her to ever leave him and Dane. She cuddled up against his chest as they all settled.

  In a groggy tone, Diana said, “You told me if I rubbed my pussy for you, I could ask you for anything.”

  “Anything,” Dane said, “but you’ll have to give us time to recover.”

  “Next time,” she said with a laugh, “next time, I want to wear these stones and watch you two suck each other. I’ll rub myself while you two suck and fuck.”

  “Who’s fucking who?” Sloan asked, his fingers pushing her hair from her face.

  “I want to watch you fuck each other.”

  “Next time,” he told her and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

  “Next time,” Dane reiterated. Sloan knew he was almost asleep by then. Diana let out a breath and settled further against him.

  “Next time,” she whispered, and he felt her relax against him.

  “Next time,” he said aloud, knowing there would be a next time.

  Life was good in New Orleans.

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  Diana was still amazed at times when she thought back to her life before meeting Sloan and Dane. Those days were a blur of complacency and routine, doing what she thought was expected of her. Never challenging the rules or her personal boundaries had left her living a monotonous life. She smiled, accepting once again that if not for her men, she’d still be living that same boring existence and wondering why she never found the joy in life some people did.

  Bête noire was a strange place to find your bliss in life, but it was where her discovery began. The nightmares brought on by suggestions carefully placed by her men had led her to her Minotaur, Martin. She smiled again and put the book she was reading aside. She shifted in the large chair to get a better view of the backyard where her men were relaxing, stretched out on lounge chairs. Sloan was reading a newspaper, and Dane had fallen asleep. From the second-story window of the master bedroom, the view always calmed her and rejuvenated her.

  To this day, she still had questions about the myth of the Minotaur and her true involvement in it. She was never able to rationalize how the monster’s cum came to be on her body and knew she never would. But she’d come to understand it didn’t matter anymore. Whether she was genetically linked to those people, if they ever existed, no longer mattered. She was linked by a deeper bond to Dane and Sloan. They were the true loves of her life. How lucky she was that they had chosen her as their mate. She looked around the bedroom and remembered sharing different moments with both men. Since the men found her, Diana had never looked back to the life she thought she was supposed to be living. This was the life she was truly meant to live.

  Two years ago, these men brought her to this house and gave her the gift of her history and the present with them. In the beginning, she wouldn’t stay overnight. Then slowly, as she learned to trust them beyond sex, she’d spend Saturday nights with them, always going back to her house by Sunday evening. With time, her home lost its appeal of independence.

  They’d taught her what romance truly was. It wasn’t just flowers and chocolates. It was a state of mind. Each day in their own ways, they romanced her. Sloan had a certain way of smiling at her that still made her pussy wet each time he flashed it. Dane would leave her notes in odd places. Sometimes they simply said, “love you” or “thank you.” Other times they spelled out what they wanted to do to her body. Beyond the meals and magnificent trips they shared, she’d come to realize true romance was being loved and respected by those she loved. Diana accepted she’d never experienced romance in the past because she had no emotional attachment to those men. These men, she loved with a passion she hadn’t known existed, hadn’t known dwelled deep within her.

  It was her decision to spend more time with the men. Sometimes they were all together, and other times she was with one or the other separately. There was no secrecy about their relationship among themselves, and only the outside world was kept at bay. That was why she’d come to love this house so much. She always felt safe from prying eyes of the outside world when they were ensconced in this home the men had chosen for her. That security had led her to truly find her own desires. Now she lived there full time, renting out her house to cover its expenses. It was a fail-safe or lifeboat, they would tease her on occasion. She always countered that in this market, it was smarter to rent then sell. The men never challenged her.

  She was no longer the basement mouse at the paper. Six months after accepting Sloan and Dane into her life, she’d let the new managing editor hire an apprentice for her job. Then she began to do what she really wanted and never believed possible. Her weekly column in the Sunday supplement started out highlighting different restaurants and attractions in New Orleans. But with time, she’d branched out as their tra
vel writer. While it was a good cover for her travels with Dane and Sloan, she truly enjoyed traveling to new places and reporting back her impressions. This new job gave her flexibility in her daily schedule. No longer was she tied to the office and copy machines. Now she experienced life by being a part of it, not just looking back at what other people had done.

  She stretched and decided what she wanted to do with the afternoon. They had supper reservations for nine at a local restaurant they frequented. That gave her the whole afternoon to enjoy her men. Diana stood and, with little flair, tossed the decorative pillows from the bed and folded back the duvet. Then she went to her closet and stripped off her clothes. After brushing out her hair, she donned only her precious jewels. Standing before a full-length mirror, she surveyed her body. Her pussy remained shaved, since it made her more sensitive to their touch. Her buttocks had lost their color from being spanked last night. Maybe after supper she’d suggest they get reddened again. For now, she had another scenario in mind. Pleased with her appearance, she paused at the bedside drawer and pulled out several dildos and lube, tossing them to the center of the bed. She pulled on a white silk kimono and all but ran downstairs. Pushing open the rear doors to the patio, Diana walked directly to where the men relaxed.

  Sloan dropped his paper immediately and nudged Dane with his hand when she arrived. He struggled to rid himself of sleep, sitting up and smiling at her. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I want something from you,” she told them and gave them her sly smile.

  “Anything,” Dane said, finally awake. “You’re wearing your stones, and not much else. What do you have in mind?”

  “What will it take to get rid of your robe?” Sloan asked.

  “We have a few hours before supper, and I want to play.” Diana pulled the belt on her robe and let it fall open. “I want both of you upstairs and naked on the bed.” She let the robe fall open further and shook it off her shoulders.

  “What a sight,” Sloan told her. “Once we’re upstairs?” She noted his hand was already rubbing his cock.

  “You’re anxious,” she teased and turned her back to them. When she did, she let the robe fall farther down her arms, catching it just before it fell to the ground. What it did reveal was her red butt.

  “You want to darken that color a bit?” Dane asked as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. She watched him over her shoulder as he began to stroke it.

  “Later, after supper. I don’t want to be squirming in the restaurant, although you two would probably like that.” She laughed and let the silk fall farther, grasping just the edge of the sleeve before it completely hit the ground. “I want you upstairs, naked and sucking each other off while I watch.” She turned back to face them. With her free hand she reached to the stones circling her throat. “I’ve put out some toys for you to use on each other while I watch.”

  “What about your pleasure?” Sloan was sitting on the side of the lounge, toeing off his shoes. Dane was still lying back with his cock in hand.

  “My pleasure will be watching you. It gets my pussy all hot and creamy when I watch you suck each other. I get all excited when you fuck each other with the toys.” Diana hesitated. “But there’s one rule.”

  “Go ahead,” Dane said, “tell us what the one rule is.”

  She noted he was stroking his cock faster now. In the light, she could see a droplet of pre-cum glistening on his head already. “The rule of the afternoon is you can’t fuck each other with your cocks, only toys. When we get home tonight, I want you both ready to fuck my pussy and ass. So toys only for this afternoon.”

  “I’m game,” Dane said, and with a look of reluctance, let go of his cock. He stood and pushed his pants down his legs, tugging them off. Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it behind him.

  “So am I,” Sloan told her and stood beside his lounge. He, too, dropped his pants and tugged his shirt off over his head. Diana took a few steps to meet them. She bent down and licked Dane’s cock a few times and then turned to do the same to Sloan’s. When she stood, she let the robe fall to the ground and knew they watched her walk into the house. They were only steps behind her.

  Upstairs, she propped herself on the center of the bed, using pillows to make herself comfortable. By the time the men joined her, she was settled and sucking on a dildo. She didn’t have to direct the men. They simply met on opposite sides of the foot of the bed and lay facing each other until their heads were even with the other man’s crotch. When they’d settled into position, they reached to each other’s cock.

  “That’s what I wanted to watch,” she told them and pushed the dildo in her pussy. She pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit while watching the men suck each other. They had very distinct ways of sucking cock, different from how she sucked them. When they had settled into the act, she tossed two of the dildos down to them. “Use these, too,” she directed and took another smaller dildo to her lips. She sucked it slick with her saliva and raised her legs, letting her knees fall wide to the side. “I’m ready. Are you two?” The men paused and glanced to her as she pushed the second dildo in her ass.

  “What a sight,” Sloan told her. “Are you sure we can’t fuck you until after supper?”

  “Not until we get home later. For now I want to watch.” Resigned, the men went back to their cock sucking. She loved to watch them with each other. It always made her excited in a different way. Diana pushed the dildo in her pussy and pulled it out. Over and over, she fucked her pussy with the toy. With each inward stroke, it would rub against the one up her butt, sending waves of heat and lust through her. She didn’t have to prompt them to use the toys on each other. In a natural progression, the men began to fuck each other as they sucked.

  “Deeper,” she whispered and watched as they began to ream the other man at her request. She also pushed her toy deeper, seating it in that special spot that always made her come. With one hand maneuvering the toy and the other pinching at her nipples, Diana let her body take over and came. The men were getting close. She could tell from their movements.

  “When you’re ready, leave your toys in and come on my pussy. You can lick me clean.” She got no verbal response and continued to use the toy inside her. She watched Dane’s body freeze, and he pulled away from Sloan’s lips. With an awkward shift, he maneuvered himself beside her, pumping his cock only twice before letting his load spray on her bare pussy. Sloan followed Dane to her other side and pumped his cum over her pussy. “That’s excellent,” she praised them. “Now, on your knees and lick me clean.”

  Dane had already taken the position she preferred—on his knees, leaning over her so she could reach his butt. With Sloan in position on her other side, the men began to lick their cum from her skin. While they did, she reached around and used their toys to fuck their butts. Sloan was already turning the one in her pussy. She’d learned sometimes she didn’t need it to be pushed in and pulled out. Sometimes just turning it would give her the desired result. When she’d had her second orgasm, she slowed her use of their toys, a signal to the men. As they relaxed beside her, Diana reveled in her new life. “Tonight when we get home, you can do anything you want to me.”

  “Anything?” Dane asked, his curiosity piqued.

  “Anything you can think of.”

  “And to each other, too?” Sloan asked.

  “After supper, we can do anything we want to any of us.” She relaxed back on the pillows but didn’t pull out their toys or hers. “We have time for a nap before we shower. Does anyone have any suggestions for later?”

  “I definitely think your ass needs to be spanked a bit more. This time with a toy in both your holes.” Sloan reached up and squeezed her breast.

  “Laid over the dressing table with her hands tied behind her back.” Dane sat up and glanced toward the table as if he was picturing it already.

  “That sounds interesting. Will you both fuck me later?”

  “Absolutely,” Sloan told her, tapping th
e end of the dildo in her pussy.

  “Count on it,” Dane said and rolled onto his side. “You know, we know when you come down with just your stones on, this is what you want, don’t you?”

  “Seems to me you were waiting for me to do just that.” She watched his face go red and laughed. “I’ll take my punishment tonight. But all through our meal you’ll be aching to get home to spank me, to bind me, and to use me any way you’d like.”

  “Talk like that will get you fucked right now.” Sloan gave her his sly smile.

  “Not until after supper. It’s part of my plan to keep you both on edge.”

  “Hell, Diana, I’ve been on edge since the first day I saw a photo of you and realized you were the woman we’d been searching for.” Sloan reached up and gave her a sloppy kiss on her cheek then tucked himself alongside her. “Wake me when it’s time to dress for supper.”

  From his patterned breathing, she realized Dane was already in a twilight sleep. She let her fingers sift through each man’s hair as she pulled them closer. Just that little movement moved the toys inside her, and she knew she’d be horny all through the meal, waiting to get home and please her men. After all, they’d done exactly what she asked for this afternoon. Tonight she’d do anything they asked for. As her mind began to consider the possibilities, she began to get drowsy. With a smile on her lips, she wondered if she’d ever meet Martin in her dreams again. It still amazed her that her bête noire turned out to be the best thing that happened to her. Those dreams had brought her to these two men with an open mind and, eventually, an open heart. Diana couldn’t picture her life any other way, nor did she want to. Why mess with perfection?