Four
The car is supposed to be outside of my apartment at seven-thirty this evening, but I’ve found myself pacing in front of the large bay window in my living room at six. I’m absolutely fucking terrified.
I’ve never done or agreed to anything like this in my entire life. I’m no prude, but I’ve basically agreed to be a fuck doll for two wealthy, very attractive men, on a tropical island, for two entire weeks.
I’m scared. I’m so scared, but even with that, I’m excited.
My skin tingles at the thought of what this trip will include for me.
I haven’t been with a man in a long time, let alone two at once.
Am I ready for this? Is my body? Will they have me separately?
At the same time? How is this going to work?
Stop Lillian.
Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself.
I peek out the window again just in time to see a sleek, black sports car roll to a stop at the curb and just about that time, my phone vibrates in my hand.
“Hello?” I say when I’ve accepted the call.
“Good evening, poca spezia,” Theo’s voice drips through the phone like honey.
“Hi,” I reply. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Poca spezia.”
He laughs and I swear I can feel that laughter flick my clit. “It means little spice in Italian. Your hair is red like chili peppers. I like it.”
“Oh.” My cheeks are undoubtedly red just like my hair.
“Are you ready to go? The car should have just arrived for you.”
“I am. My bag is ready.”
“You didn’t pack much, no? Alexander told me that he told you to only bring the things you would need for a two week stay in terms of toiletries. We will be providing the clothing for you to wear.”
“I only packed a few necessities, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable accepting clothes from you. I have plenty that I can bring of my own…”
“Nonsense. You will allow us to spoil you. It is the least we can do.” He says matter of factly.
“If you insist.”
“I do.” I can hear him pull the phone away and say something quickly to someone else before he comes back to the phone. “Alexander and I are on our way to the airport. We’ll be waiting for you there.”
“Okay. I’ll be on my way shortly, I suppose.”
“You sound nervous.”
“I am…”
“You’re in good hands, poca spezia. We’ll take care of you.”
“I think that’s what has me so nervous, but… I’ll see you soon.”
“We’re looking forward to it. Alton will be up in a moment to collect your bag and yourself. We’ll be waiting on the plane with dinner and a glass of wine waiting for you.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
“Only the start. Soon, poca spezia.” Theo says before ending the call.
Between the two of them, I’m not sure I’ll make it. My legs are shaking at the mere thought of being with them and when Alton knocks on my door a few minutes later, it becomes all too real.
“Alright,” I tell myself. “Let’s go have some orgasms.”
I don’t know why I expected to arrive at the airport like a normal person. These two are anything but normal.
Rather than pulling up to the front, unloading the car, going through security, et cetera like everyone else, Alton pulls around to a small building in the back then proceeds to speak to a security guard at a locked gate.
In just a few moments, the gate opens and we are pulling through and making our way to an impressive private jet waiting on the runway.
“Holy shit,” I say under my breath, but Alton hears me anyways and chuckles.
“That is the general reaction,” he tells me as he parks the car.
“Do they have you bring women to their jet often?” I ask.
“They have in the past, but it’s been quite awhile.”
“I see,” I reply, trying to ignore the unexpected pang of jealousy I feel in my gut at the idea of them showering other women with attention and sexy pet names in Italian.
“One thing I’ll say about these two is that if you are worried about going away with them, don’t be. They are two of the good ones, even if they wear very thick, intense looking masks.”
“That’s good to know. Thank you for saying that.”
“Anytime, ma’am.”
Alton climbs out of the car and opens the back passenger door for me to step out.
The stairs have been lowered from the side of the plane and there is a flight attendant and pilot standing on either side to greet me.
“I’ll take your bag for you ma’am.” The petite brunette flight attendant says. “My name is Holly and I’ll be taking care of Mr. Rivas, Mr. Moretti, and yourself for the duration of the flight.”
“And my name is Captain Taylor,” the older gentleman says, extending his hand to me. He’s dressed in a typical pilot's uniform with four golden stripes on his shoulder. “I’ll be piloting this flight. I’ve been doing this for nearly thirty years. You’re in good hands.”
“Thank you, Captain Taylor.” I shake his hand. “That’s good to hear. I’m a little nervous when it comes to flying.” Especially when two men are waiting on me in there like I’m their prey.
“Haven’t had a problem yet in my career and I don’t intend on starting today. You’ll be just fine. Just relax and enjoy the flight.”
“I’ll certainly try.”
“Your hosts are waiting for you on board,” Holly says as she motions for me to take the stairs up onto the jet. “We’ll be taking off in about fifteen minutes or so.”
“Okay, thank you. I’ll just head in then. It was nice meeting you,” I say over my shoulder to Alton.
“You as well, Ms. Thomas.” He responds then walks around to get back into the car.
The wind is whipping my hair into a frenzy as I climb the narrow stairs toward the doorway that leads into the main cabin of the jet.
With each step I take, my heart goes higher and higher into my throat.
What if this goes bad? What if I’m uncomfortable?
What if they try to do something I don’t want?
I’ll be in a foreign country, thousands of miles away from home, and stuck in a shitty situation if this goes wrong.
Smart women don’t make these decisions. Smart, independent women say hell no when invited on a tropical vacation with the promise of wild, satisfying sex then hide under the covers with her vibrator fantasizing about it later.
But smart women also go after what they want. They don’t back down at the slightest hint of nervousness. They say hell yes to letting their guard down and taking a fucking paid for vacation with two hot men that think she looks good enough to eat.
And when I step onto the lush carpet of the sleek jet, I see those very men seated in the high backed, leather chairs with glass tumblers of an amber liquid in their hands and my legs begin to tremble with excitement and terror.
And horniness. Always horniness.
Theo sees me first, and the smile that appears on his face makes me go weak in the knees.
“Poca spezia,” he says. “You made it.”
“I did,” I say as I slide my hands nervously against my shorts. “Your driver was really nice.”
“We employ the best,” Alexander says. “And he’s been with us for many years. Old family friend.”
“Come, have a seat.” Theo tells me, motioning to the one of the empty seats that are currently facing them.
I nervously take the few steps needed to bridge the gap between us and sink into the plush, leather chair. It’s certainly the fanciest airplane seat I’ve ever sat in.
“Would you like a drink?” Holly asks me as the pilot shuts and locks the airtight door, sealing us in the jet.
“Something strong. Straight liquor of any kind. No ice. Just alcohol, please.” I say rapidly, clearly a nervous wreck.
I sneak a peek at the men sitting across from me and they are staying in pure amusement.
“Lillian,” Alexander says, placing his own glass of spirits on the small, shiny wood table between us. “You have to breathe. There is now reason to be nervous.”
“Well, that’s just not true.” I reply. “I am in a small tin can with two incredibly attractive and powerful men. We are on our way to Fiji to do something I’ve never done before. I’m very overwhelmed and need just a bit of liquid courage to keep from losing it.”
Now Theo places his drink down and leans in closer to me. “We are still on the ground. If you’ve changed your mind, you only need to say it. We will open the door and call the car back to take you home.”
For a brief, fleeting moment, I almost ask to go home, but it’s quickly snuffed out by the desire building in my chest to go on this adventure. To feel what it’s like to be worshiped.
“I want to go with you… both of you… I’m just incredibly nervous.”
“How can we help calm those nerves, besides plying you with expensive alcohol?” Alexander asks with a smile as my drink is delivered.
I take a large mouthful and hold it in my cheeks before swallowing it down. The burn is intense. I feel it go from my throat all the way down to my toes. It sends shivers down my spine.
“Will you answer some questions for me?”
They exchange a glance then Theo replies. “Of course.”
“How many times have you had an arrangement like this? How many women have you shared?”
Alexander answers quickly without any hesitation. “There have been a few over the years. None were ever serious. We kept it casual and expectations were clear.”
“Would you like an actual number?” Theo asks.
“Yes, I think I would. Just so I know. It will bother me otherwise.” I reply to them.
“We’ve shared five women under this arrangement, but there were four others outside of this when we were younger.” Alexander tells me.
“Didn’t that ever come between you? There wasn’t any jealousy?”
“There may have been a little when we were young, but that simply doesn’t exist anymore.” Theo says.
It’s crazy how they seemingly take turns answering. It could seem scripted and awkward, but instead it just feels natural. Like they are so in sync with one another that they just know what the other would say or would want them to say.
“How is that possible? Jealousy is a normal, human emotion and you are setting yourself up for that when you do things like this.”
It’s Alexander’s turn. “We are honest, open, and never keep secrets. We both agree on a scenario and have clear expectations and goals. If things were to progress in a different direction for one of us, a conversation would be had before jealousy could even be felt.”
“That’s impressive, actually. I can honestly say that surprises me.”
“Why? Do you feel that you’re a jealous person, Lillian?” Theo asks me.
Just then, the plane begins to move faster. I hadn’t noticed we were moving at all until this very moment. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, working through the fear of taking off… and then I feel strong hands take each one of mine.
I open my eyes and see that they’ve reached across towards me and are each squeezing one of my hands.
They are comforting me through the take off.
We don’t even speak during the ascension.
We don’t have to. They’ve spoken volumes with their simple decision to console me when I was scared, and I don’t know why, but I know it’s out of genuine concern.
“We’ll even out soon,” Theo whispers into my ear. “Just take deep, even breaths.”
I do as he says, inhaling and exhaling in a slow pace until my racing heart begins to settle. “I’m okay,” I tell them once the jet begins to level out at cruising altitude. “Thank you.”
Only when they are certain that I’m alright do they release their grip on my hands. I immediately down the remainder of my drink, delighting once again in the burn it brings because that means a sweet buzz is on the horizon.
“You never answered our question, love,” Alexander says with a smirk. “Do you consider yourself a jealous person?”
“That would depend on the scenario, I suppose. I’ve felt jealousy in my life, everyone has, but every situation is different. I can’t say it’s a normal feeling for me though.”
The pilot comes on the intercom, telling us the mileage we’ll be flying and the estimated arrival time for our landing in Fiji. We’ll have hours and hours in the sky, essentially all alone.
Theo dismisses Holly to take her seat in a small private cabin toward the front of the plane, telling her we’d call if we needed something and just like that, we are alone with nothing but time to kill.
Alexander finishes his drink then sets the empty glass on a small table by the window. “Alright, I suppose another conversation needs to take place while we have the time and the privacy.”
“Should I be afraid?” I ask in jest, but also… I’m kind of serious.
“No,” Theo replies. “We just need to speak of boundaries.”
“A negotiation. Got it.”
This time, Alexander tells me no. “A negotiation means we are trying to convince you or ask you to make concessions. We simply need to know of each other’s boundaries. They aren’t negotiable and won’t be crossed.”
I already knew they’d be green flag men, but hearing the words from their mouths certainly makes my anxiety lessen.
“I appreciate that.” I audibly swallow and my throat is so dry from the liquor. “What would you like to know?”
“We’ll have to be open and honest here, alright?” Theo says and I nod in agreement. “Is there anything you’ve done sexually that you didn’t enjoy and would prefer to stay away from during our time together?”
The question catches me off guard, even though I was expecting it and it’s a perfectly reasonable question. I’ve just never discussed my likes and dislikes so openly before.
“Uh,” I think back. My sex life hasn’t exactly been fruitful. “I suppose I don’t really enjoy not being able to breathe.” My most recent ex tried that once, pressed my face a little too hard into a pillow and didn’t listen when I said stop.
“So no choking or hands on neck?” Alexander asks me. It’s like we are at a job interview.
“I didn’t say that. I love hands on my neck, I just want to breathe.”
“We’d prefer you stay breathing as well, trust that.” Theo says with a smirk. “So if I were to bend you over the side of a sofa with my hand around your neck and fucked you from behind, that’s something you’d enjoy?”
He asked me that to get my attention, to set my heart ablaze, to see how I’d react. I know it.
But before I could answer, Alexander added to the question. “And if I knelt in front of you while he fucked you and shoved my cock into your mouth?”
“Holy fucking shit.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but the scenario they just painted in my head is something I absolutely want before our time is up.
“I take it that’s a yes,” Theo smirks toward Alexander.
My entire body responds to this. My skin tingles and my heart races.
Not to mention what it’s doing to other parts of my body.
“I think I’m going to need another drink.”