Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set (6 page)

11

JASON

“
M
y, my, my. That was quite extraordinary, my dear lovebirds.”

Somehow, I always manage to forget that creep is watching.

Calla shoots me an almost unreadable look, but I detect vulnerability there. Dare I say, sadness? We are nearly there indeed.

“Soon, you will both go back to your homes and lives, but something tells me that something has changed for you, Calla. Care to share?”

“Go fuck yourself, Voice.”

The person behind the voice laughs and so do I, but I have to stifle it.

“Oh I do, Calla, and you have facilitated some amazing moments of such. But can I just tell you how delicious you are from both the front and back? Your body is so tight, so toned and healthy and feminine. And I imagine oh so soft, right, Jason? Those beautiful perky breasts, the way her tight little bottom tightens more as she rides you, and all her marvelous other parts.”

I find myself filling with rage. God, I hope this jerk’s not planning on touching her himself.

“Don’t worry, Jason—I’m not interested in sleeping with Calla, but there are a few more positions I’d like to see her in. I know you’d both like to get out of here, although I suspect not as passionately as before, and you should take the time you have left to figure out what you’re going to do after, what you’re going to tell the authorities and such. Personally, I don’t care what you say—they won’t find me, and I doubt they’ll even look properly once you two show up looking well. But you must now figure out what to do about Calla’s boyfriend, I’m sure. You have about sixty more hours here. Make it interesting for me, and you’ll get out sooner.

“Oh, and I believe it goes without saying that you shouldn’t try anything if you want to make it out of here alive. I know you might want to look like a hero at some point, Jason, but don’t be stupid. You will both be released unharmed once you’ve settled things amongst yourselves and given me my final show. But first, I have a surprise for you, and I will need you both to put these blindfolds on and face the wall—same wall as the head of the bed—and do not turn your head. Put in the ear plugs when I give the word.”

I look at Calla after we watch two black pieces of cloth float into the room from an opening in the high-ceilinged roof, which promptly slides back closed.

“Don’t, Jason,” the voice says, just as I am beginning to ponder the possibilities. “Do know that I’m also aware of the whereabouts of all members of your families. Repercussions can go far beyond you two if you anger me.”

I go toward the blindfolds, hand Calla one, then we both head to the wall, kneel, and start putting them on.

“Good boy. Good girl. Now put those ear plugs in, stay in place and count to sixty, and then you can take everything out or off.”

We do as we are told—at least, I do, since I can’t see Calla. No alarm bells have rung, so I figure once we do exactly what this guy says, we stay safe, and then the guy will do what he said and let us out. I simply trust that he won’t kill us once it’s all over.

I can’t hear Calla with the earplugs in, and I doubt it really matters if we count in sync or not, so when I reach sixty and pull out my earplugs and grab off that blindfold, I’m not surprised to see that Calla reached sixty first and is already free of the items.

She is staring in the opposite direction, however, and she looks surprised by something.

My eyes follow her openmouthed stare, and I find myself briefly frozen in a state of shock.

Rolled or dropped into the room somehow was Scott—blindfolded, and with his hands and feet tied.

END OF PART ONE

SYNOPSIS

Things have taken a turn for
young Calla and Jason
, and
billionaire Errol Jameson
has decided to add a twist.

This is part 2 of a love triangle erotic romance told in three parts.

DEVIANT

THREE’S A COMPANY

By

ROWENA

THE BILLIONAIRE VOYEUR SERIES

BOOK TWO

Copyright © 2014 by Rowena

All rights reserved.

CONTENTS

1: JASON

2: CALLA

3: SCOTT

4: SCOTT

5: JASON

6: CALLA

7: SCOTT

8: CALLA

9: JASON

“You have about sixty more hours here. Make it interesting for me, and you’ll get out sooner.”

- Voice

1

JASON

S
o picture this: Calla and I just got done having amazing sex not more than ten minutes ago.

The creepy voice dude gave us like five minutes to rest and enjoy the afterglow before he reminded us that he had watched the whole thing, and then told us to blind and deafen ourselves with the blindfolds and ear plugs that magically drop into the room. We don’t get to get dressed or shower or anything.

So the smell of sex is in the air, Calla and I are both pretty much naked, and suddenly, surprise! There’s Scott, right there in the room with us.

Holy shit
is my first thought. This is not good, not good at all.

Way to throw a wrench in my plans, you sick fuck!

I imagine our captor watching us from behind some wall or on some TV screen, grinning gleefully like Michael Jackson in
Thriller
as he watched that horror movie while jamming popcorn in his mouth.

I hope the freak chokes on it. That’s probably what he’s doing right now at the sight of us in this situation: choking the chicken in his sick arousal.

Talk about awkward.

I mean, what would you do?

Calla stares at Scott for a few seconds before rushing over to him, and I think I whisper a curse out loud this time. What the hell is she doing? Does she not realize what this scene looks like, as is?

Calla might have already forgotten what we did, but I haven’t, and I can’t bear to face Scott, knowing what Calla’s juicy lips look like up close and having her essence drip all over me. And so recently!

She better not remove Scott’s blindfold yet. Or that gag.

I look around for some clothes to throw on quickly, to try make it a little less obvious what Calla and I have been up to.

Then, I guess Calla finally remembers she has no clothes on herself and what the whole scene looks like, in general, because she makes a grab for her bathrobe instead of beginning to release Scott from his restraints. Then she probably figures out the smell of me is all over her, so she quickly shoves the robe aside and rushes toward the shower.

Atta girl—let’s use some common sense here.

I grab a pair of the ear plugs that got dropped in and stick them in Scott’s ear, ignoring his flopping protest. Then I join Calla in a quick body scrub under the spray in the name of freshening up, and then endure that stupid air dryer.

When we’re done, I see Calla look at her small pile of dirty clothes from the first day, and I know what she’s thinking.

She grabs her jeans from the pile, figuring they’re still clean enough, I guess, and proceeds to put on a set of gorgeous matching undies—courtesy of our resident freak. She pulls her jeans on over those lacy panties, and then pulls the short silk purple robe over her fancy matching bra.

It actually isn’t a bad look overall—she looks fairly casual and definitely presentable—not like I just fucked her brains out at all.

Her face looks fresh and clean and beautiful, and her hair is still damp, but no big deal, I guess. Besides, what can we do? We can only wait under that dryer for so long. But then I watch Calla quickly twist her hair into one large braid.

Now, with her complete lack of makeup, that single braid, those jeans and her ‘top,’ she doesn’t look anything like the vixen of the past few days at all, and I start to get sad that there’s a good chance I won’t see the expanse of her beautiful tight glowing skin again as she rushes back over to Scott like it’s the first time.

She waits for me, since I’ve been watching her get ready the whole time instead of getting ready myself, but do you blame me for getting one last look at her perky nude breasts, her flat bare stomach, and those round butt cheeks in a lacy thong?

I grab one of those white T-shirts provided for me and a pair of the silk boxers and throw those on—no way I’m putting on the jeans I came here in—these soft boxers are the shit.

Then I watch as Calla put on probably the greatest act of her life.