Page 10 of Pleasing Him

I stare, my heart racing at a hundred miles an hour.

“Fuckfests?” I ask in a faint voice. “Is that a technical term? And pray tell, what happens during these gatherings?”

Lionel shrugs, suddenly looking tired.

“It’s exactly what it sounds like, Lily. You’re a smart girl, and I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you. We bring in a boatload of girls, and then we fuck said girls silly. Then, they get shipped out.”

Immediately, I impute what’s missing.

“Yes, but they’d know about your double anatomy then.”

This is where Lionel goes quiet for a moment. Then, he sighs and his shoulders slump.

“No, they don’t,” he says in a low voice. “We feed them spice afterwards, so they have selective amnesia. They forget all about us, and go back to their lives like good little girls.”

I squint, confused.

“But what’s spice? Where did it come from? It doesn’t sound possible, much less legal.”

Lionel shrugs again, weariness etching his features, and I know keeping such enormous secrets has been weighing on him.

“No, it’s possible,” he says in a deep tone. “There’s a plant exclusive to our island. When distilled a certain way, it forms spice. The formula isn’t addictive, nor does it have any side effects. But it causes selective amnesia, and the discovery of spice changed our lives dramatically.”

I stare at him.

“Because now you and your friends can host private sex parties.”

Lionel nods, his expression resigned.

“Yes. Trust me, I know what this sounds like, but we don’t have much choice. Before the discovery of spice, we practically livedlike monks. Our particular anatomy was a real cockblocker,” he snorts. “So it was either the celibate lifestyle, or occasionally, we’d meet a woman and get married. Only then, was she let in on the secret: that we’re able to take a woman front and back, simultaneously.”

A realization suddenly makes me pause.

“Wait a minute. Did my mom know of your special anatomy?” I ask in a slow tone. “She had to, right? Because you and Roberta were married. You were intimate.”

Lionel nods, his blue eyes suddenly unreadable as he looks at me.

“Roberta knew. She was my wife, so she was in on the secret. Not that there was any way to keep it from her because of course, Roberta and I had sex. Your mom experienced the delights of being double-drilled, and asked for it a lot.”

That makes me sit back on the stool because first, no one needs to know about their parent’s love life. That’s just gross. Secondly, the import of what Lionel and I did together is hitting me.

“So you’ve had sex with my mom.”

Lionel throws me a long look, his gaze searching as his big form goes still.

“Yes, Lily. That’s what married people do. Why, is it going to be a problem?”

I take a deep breath and then exhale slowly, while staring at my clutched hands in front of me.

“You know, I’m not sure. I don’t think so, but I need to digest this a bit. I mean, you were married to my mother. You had sex with Roberta, and now you’re sleeping with me.”

“I did, and I am,” Lionel says in a forceful tone while taking my small hand in his big one. “But tell me more. Is it just the biological thing? Your mother passed, and I don’t know that she’d exactly approve of our relationship. But Roberta was a very open-minded woman, so I don’t think she’d judge us for being together either.”

I nod slowly.

“I know. My mom was very liberal, and she wanted both you and I to be happy after her death. I guess, sometimes it’s just hard to believe that life can be so crazy.”

Lionel nods thoughtfully.

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