Authors: Jan Springer
* * * *
Early the next morning, Lily awoke with a start. Her pussy throbbed with an exquisite soreness from Ryland’s fierce plunges and her inner thighs burned sweetly from where he’d rubbed his whiskered face. Need for more rough sex pulsed through her and she reached out to him but her hand fell upon empty air. She blinked open her eyes and disappointment rocked her. Ryland wasn’t there and from the heavy silence permeating her two-thousand-square-foot apartment, she knew he had left. But on his pillow, she spied a small white velvet box.
Her insides quivered. She knew what this package meant. Holding her breath, she shivered with a curious eagerness. Her hands trembled with nervousness as she lifted the delicate lid and gazed upon the large white inflatable butt plug lying inside a clear protective plastic case. The plug was big. No…huge. Bigger than any other plug she’d ever worn for Ryland or for the two men he’d shared her with.
Who is this man Ryland wants to share me with? A giant?
Beside the plug lay a miniature version of the larger box. She ran her fingers over the velvet lid, in awe of the exquisite softness pressing against her fingertips. Opening the box, she discovered a beautiful heart-shaped white skeleton key. It appeared to be made of white marble and its head was adorned with tiny white diamonds. The diamonds glistened beautifully in the early morning July sunshine that streamed through the glass panes. From the box she picked up a lavender-scented note and smiled at Ryland’s bold, confident handwriting.
Sweetheart,
I had to go back to work. But you know what they say…too much work and no play makes for a very boring day. This key is an invitation to the White House on Martha’s Vineyard. My limo will pick you up in five days. You should be ready for the two of us by then. I love you, always.
Ry.
‘You should be ready for the two of us by then.’ That sentence jumped out at her and her breath hitched and quickened.
In five days she was going to be shared by the man she loved with all her heart. Her mouth went dry. Shared with a stranger who was so obviously well-hung. Even bigger than Ryland and he was the biggest man she’d ever been with.
Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
Chapter Two
“You heard me right.” Ryland chuckled as surprise washed over Josh’s features. They hadn’t seen each other since the night Josh had introduced Lily to Ryland at his party and he’d missed his old friend.
“That’s why you jetted me over to Japan? To tell me that you want to share Lily with me?” Josh whispered.
“Don’t look so shocked. You know I enjoy sharing. It’s just too bad you were unreachable until recently, or you would have been my first pick for her first time.”
At his comment, Josh’s eyes darkened with a burst of anger. Ryland sensed Josh was thinking about his recent scandalous divorce. He’d divorced his wife after finding her in bed with her female Latina lover. Josh was also a member of the Billionaire’s Key Club, so he recognised what Ryland would require from him in pleasuring Lily. Josh took his pleasuring duties seriously.
In an effort to distract him, he quickly poured his friend a shot of French cognac from Ryland’s precious alcohol stock, which he kept at his heavily guarded private estate on Heavenly Lake in China. The case had cost him a pretty penny, each bottle coming in at two million dollars. It was the world’s most expensive cognac, its contents aged in wooden barrels for a hundred years. The alcohol beverage was then poured into bottles that had been dipped into gold and adorned with sparkling diamonds. When it came to Lily and his handful of trusted friends he gave them nothing but the best.
“Yeah, I could use a bit of a distraction,” Josh mumbled as he held up his finger to indicate not to pour anymore. “She just about brought me to my knees every time I saw her when she was redecorating those rooms at my California home. She’s the sweetest, most vulnerable woman I’ve ever met. Very down-to-earth. No airs. Not to mention, she decorates well.” Josh smiled and continued, “And I don’t only mean as a beautiful accessory on your arm.”
Ryland laughed.
Josh continued with a grin. “The two of you were practically undressing each other right in front of my other guests. People were beginning to talk. I had to do something, so I introduced you. Not that you wouldn’t have pursued her anyway.”
“I know how hard it is to try to avoid a scandal.” Ryland had meant it as a joke, but realised his poor taste when seriousness flared in Josh’s blue eyes. He was thinking about his ex-wife again.
“Ever since Eva came out of the closet, those trashy magazines have been feeling sorry for me and trying to hook me up with any woman I’m seen with. It got so bad there were paparazzi popping out of the bushes even on my own estate. When one of them got into my private jet, taking pictures of me and an important business contact, I lost it. I broke the paparazzo’s nose and his camera. Thankfully I was able to buy the guy off with a cool million before he pressed charges. After that I just needed seclusion.”
Ryland understood the need for dependable security. They were always at risk for getting kidnapped or having their privacy invaded.
“I’ve got trustworthy people I can put you in touch with regarding security,” Ryland offered.
Josh nodded. “I would appreciate it.”
“And if you accept my offer as being my third for one night with Lily, you’ll have no worries of paparazzi. I’ll have you picked up and my private jet will fly you to the island I was telling you about.”
“Ah, yes the prestigious new White House for a special occasion. I can’t wait to see it.” Josh grinned, his deep dimples popping out in his cheeks. “I’ll be happy to accept your offer, old friend.”
Excitement rushed Ryland and he felt heady. He lifted his glass and Josh did the same. They clinked them together.
“To Lily,” Ryland whispered.
“To Lily.” Josh nodded.
Ryland’s excitement only increased as Josh’s eyes darkened with lust and hunger. The two men he’d previously shared Lily with had been easy compared to Josh. This time around, Lily was in for one hell of a treat.
* * * *
True to his word, five days later, early evening, Ryland sent a stretch limousine to pick her up. He’d sent his personal chauffeur, Ralph, an aging, mannerly short man with white hair and moustache and cheerful twinkling blue eyes. Ryland had also sent one of his most trusted bodyguards, a tall, very muscular bald man whom she knew only as Sid. Sid sat with the chauffeur and once she was settled on the plush seats inside the air-conditioned limo, she was told via intercom that there was an array of chilled beverages in the miniature fridge for her pleasure. Opening the fridge, she smiled and noticed all her favourite drinks. Chinese tea, Alaskan glacier water and rare Japanese black watermelon juice. She went with a bottle of the glacier water.
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.