The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Since he’d come to the island, he’d generally kept to himself other than a couple of disastrous attempts at fitting in. He’d avoided wearing a bathing suit until his wound had fully healed and even now generally wore a tank to cover it up. He didn’t want to talk about it. The one time someone did catch a glimpse of it, he’d implied that it was from his service days and had changed the subject. No one really knew much about him and Rey. A few people had seen the photo he kept on his desk at work, but they also saw the more prominent photo of him and his sister Melissa. They looked nothing alike and some assumed she was his sub. He encouraged the fiction and had even made teasing passes at female subs that he knew were not free to respond. Even after almost four months, he wasn’t ready to talk about his relationship with Rey to anyone.

  Caleb could see the boat was on time and just pulling in. JJ knew the waters and he knew boats and steered up to the dock and tied it off with a minimum of fuss. Caleb walked down the dock and arrived at the boat just as JJ was helping the first woman out. She was small and curvy and quite beautiful with dark hair and eyes and very clearly related to Max. She was wearing a skimpy black bikini and carrying a large camera. And she was now arguing with JJ, who was trying to convince her that she couldn’t take any more photos without permission. It was almost funny watching the tiny spitfire try to intimidate their tall, taciturn boatman.

  “Take me to your leader!” she demanded as she started walking quickly down the dock.

  Caleb chuckled as JJ looked helplessly after her and then turned to Caleb.

  “You’d better do what she says. Go after her. I’ll help Ms. Smith and send someone down for the luggage.”

  JJ threw a grateful look at him before rushing after Maggie.

  Caleb turned to the other woman waiting to debark. She was different from Maggie. Whereas Maggie was all fire and energy, this woman, who he presumed was Jen, was cool and calm and patient. She was standing in the boat watching the scene with mild amusement. She seemed to be average height with light sandy, almost-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was on the plain side with her pale hair and skin, and he thought she was a little too thin, but it was hard to tell since she was covered up from head to toe, which was an interesting clothing choice for a BDSM resort. Then again, she might just be protecting her skin. She looked to be just a fair-skinned as Caleb himself, except without the freckles.

  When Maggie and JJ were out of sight, she turned to him.

  “Seems we’ve been abandoned.” Her voice was smooth and sexy and amused.

  Caleb put a foot on the side of the boat and reached out a hand. “Allow me.”

  Gracefully, she put her hand in his, took a step up onto the dock, and promptly caught her heel and went down hard on one knee. Luckily, Caleb’s grip prevented her from actually hitting the ground, but it looked like her ankle twisted quite painfully. Caleb swept her into his arms and strode down the dock to a bench where he sat her down gently.

  Carefully, he eased the shoe off her foot. It didn’t seem to be swelling. Rotating it gently, he could feel her wince, but she didn’t try to pull away.

  “I don’t think it’s broken. I’d like a better look, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.” He stood up. “But I can’t believe JJ let you on his boat wearing those things. He’s too professional for that.”

  “It’s not JJ’s fault. He made me take them off for the ride. I slipped them back on just after we docked. Turns out they were safe on the boat. It’s dry land that I can’t walk on.”

  On impulse, he swept her into his arms. “In that case, we’d better take no chances until I’ve had a chance to do a proper examination.”

  She grinned, and it totally transformed her face. He wasn’t sure why he thought she was plain before. The brilliant blue eyes and her wide grin were infectious. She was beautiful. And his cock certainly thought so which surprised him greatly. He hadn’t been with a woman beyond some youthful experimentation, but there was something about the delicate bundle in his arms that made him both want to protect her and to spank her ass until it was a glowing pink and she was screaming for him to fuck her. Maybe it was the way she looked at him with complete trust, or maybe it was the way she wrapped her arms around his neck which pressed her small breasts against his chest, or maybe that bang on the head had been worse than they’d thought. He’d had a mild concussion from hitting the ground hard after getting shot. It shouldn’t have caused anything worse than a mild headache, but here he was, for the first time in his life, really aroused by a woman. What else could it be? His brains were definitely scrambled.

  He shifted her higher in his arms so she wouldn’t feel his clearly very sexually confused and aroused cock.

  “Are you a doctor?” she asked mildly, clearly not bothered at all to be in his arms.

  “I am.”

  “Then I’m all yours!”

  Chapter Two

  Jen relaxed in the strong arms of the man carrying her down the dock when she realized that she didn’t even know his name.

  I’m Jen Smith, unemployed lawyer.

  “Caleb McKenna, doctor. I’d shake your hand, but mine are full right now.”

  She grinned. Something about him made her feel safe. He was holding her firmly yet respectfully. He was also more fully clothed than most of the men she could see. He was wearing a golf shirt and shorts similar to what JJ had worn on the boat. The colors were the same, a light-green-and-navy-blue combination that she assumed must be a staff uniform.

  They’d passed what looked like private cabins on their walk. Now she looked around as he left the dock and walked past the beach toward what seemed to be the main building. There were several dozen people enjoying the beach, and it was easy to tell which were the subs or slaves and which were the Masters. For one, the Masters wore clothes. The subs were generally naked, not even wearing collars, which might get ruined by the salt water. She saw several Masters lovingly rubbing sunscreen into the skin of their subs and another lying back while his sub knelt between his legs, her mouth working his cock. Looking around, she realized that no one seemed to find this unusual, especially the naked couple, no, make that triple doing some sort of daisy chain maneuver under a large beach umbrella. She could see a woman on her back on the bottom with a man in the middle and another on top of him taking his ass. She’d seen this before at a club and had always found it surprisingly arousing.

  All too soon they left the beach and were entering what appeared to be the main building. It was done up so beautifully tropical but with a simplicity that spoke of an excess of money and taste. The colors were mainly white and teal with an off-white tile on the floor and masses of colorful flowers everywhere.

  Caleb strode past the desk and down a hallway to a door marked “Clinic.” Pausing to fish the keys from his pocket without putting her down, Jen found herself holding on tightly as he opened the door and walked through.

  He kept going past what looked like a reception area and took her into one of several exam rooms, placing her gently onto a padded table before stepping back and closing the door. On the back of the door was a white coat, which he donned.

  He looked at her and grinned. “I like to make it official. Now get comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

  Jen wasn’t sure what comfortable meant. It was just her ankle, so she didn’t think she needed to strip, but she had a powerful urge to do so. She’d always had a bit of a medical fetish, and the thought of being strapped down to the table, naked, of course, with her legs spread wide in stirrups made her squeeze her legs together to get a bit of relief from her suddenly throbbing clit, causing her knee to hit her purse and knock it off the table.

  Hopping down carefully onto her good foot, she leaned on the doctor’s desk while she balanced on one foot and retrieved her bag. In the process, she knocked into the desk, causing a picture frame to fall over. Hopping over, she picked it up and set it back up. That’s when she noticed a second, smaller frame, tucked away almost out o
f sight beside the computer monitor. In both photos Caleb smiled broadly. He looked happier and more carefree than he did today. He was missing that tinge of sadness that he had now.

  Well, it was none of her business, so she turned and hopped back to the exam table. She had to get herself under control before he came back. She wasn’t sure about the staff-customer fraternization rule, but even if he wasn’t staff, he was still her doctor. She also was pretty sure he was gay, judging by the photograph that was tucked out of sight and she probably wasn’t supposed to see, and that would seem to override the other two considerations.

  Carefully she crossed her legs, bearing down on her clit, trying to get some respite when the door opened and she found herself feeling a sudden surge of lust that she tried desperately to keep from her face because she was a fool. The first man in how many years to get her motor running and he was probably gay, she groused to herself.

  Maybe that was it. He was unattainable and therefore safe. She considered the two photos she had just seen. The woman and Caleb looked happy together but in a friendly sort of way. The other photo was different. It was Caleb and another man. They were sitting on some steps with the handsome Hispanic-looking man on the top step and Caleb a step or two lower, positioned between the other man’s legs. The other man had his arms around Caleb, and they were clearly very happy together and not in a fraternal way. Yup. Gay.

  Caleb entered the exam room carrying a clipboard and a pen. Grabbing a rolling stool, he sat down in front of her.

  “If you can just review this form, I’ll have a look at your ankle.”

  “Your boyfriend is very handsome.” Jen wasn’t sure why she blurted that out. She usually had more tact. That was a Maggie type remark, one she immediately regretted as a look of sadness rippled across Caleb’s face. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. I wasn’t snooping, really. I knocked your other photo down by accident and I saw the photo with your boyfriend when I was righting the first one and now I’m babbling. And, well, I’m just sorry. I lost my, er, boyfriend to a drunk driver five years ago and I don’t like to talk about him much either and I’ll just shut up now.”

  Caleb sighed and smiled briefly. “No apology necessary. I am very sorry about your loss. That’s Rey. I don’t know what I’d do if he were dead, even though, well, we’re not together anymore. I should really put that away but…” He sighed. “I guess I’m just not ready to admit that things are over. He’s not dead, but our relationship is. I’ll be back in a second.” Jen saw the bleak look on his face and watched him hurry out and wanted to chase after him and offer him comfort.

  Sighing, she turned to the clipboard he had thrust into her hands. It was a standard document she’d filled in a dozen times. Name, age, illnesses, etc. The difference was that it was all prefilled in, presumably from the forms she’d filled out before coming to the island. Even though she was coming as a wedding guest and not to participate in any of the sexual activities, it seemed that they weren’t taking any chances. They’d even required a medical clearance from her doctor. It reassured her that they took their clients’ health seriously and scared her, too, because it meant she was cleared to play if she wanted to.

  Actually, maybe it would have been easier if she weren’t cleared to play. Then she wouldn’t be tempted to comfort the good doctor with sex. Maybe he’d be curious to find out what it was like to get some pussy. Although, if he was pussy averse, there was also her ass and her mouth she could please him with as long as he pleased her by strapping her to a bondage table or St. Andrew’s Cross and flogged her first.

  She was pulled out of her daydream when he returned, sitting down beside the exam table. His formerly open face was shuttered and she got the hint. They were going to pretend that last conversation hadn’t happened. Fine with her. He carefully manipulated her foot and ankle before, announcing, “Definitely nothing broken. Maybe a slight strain to the tendon, but it’s hardly swollen. Now let’s get you upright and see if you can put any weight on it.”

  Slowly, reluctantly, she slid off the exam table as he took her arm to steady her. She balanced on her right foot and slowly lowered her left to the ground. Shifting her weight, she felt a light twinge, but nothing a masochist like her couldn’t handle. She looked up and smiled.

  “You’ve got magic hands, doc. I don’t feel a thing.”

  “Put a little ice on it, take an ibuprofen if you have any pain, and don’t overdo it. Oh, and call me if it begins to bother you.” He grinned up at her, his expression thawing. “You done with that chart? I’ll just make some notes, and then I’ll walk you back to reception.”

  “Is this really necessary?”

  “Yup. This may just be a small clinic, but I insist on doing everything by the book. I’m a doctor, and I have a responsibility to my patients. And I must say, a simple non-sex-related injury made for a nice change of pace. Usually I clean and dress cuts and rope burn or deal with people who have been a little too enthusiastic and thrown out their backs. We’ve decided to bring a physiotherapist on board to deal with all the people who get here and get a little too enthusiastic.”

  “Really.”

  “Yup. A few weeks ago we had a couple in their sixties decide to give a sex swing a try. It took three dungeon monitors to get them free. They were right back at it the next night, and this time they managed to break his cock. Had to ship them back to the States for treatment.”

  “They broke his cock? How is that even possible?”

  “It is, and it is painful, but it’ll heal. Eventually. But every man in the place walked around on eggshells for the next few days. It wasn’t until the weekend when a bunch of folks went home and some new people came in that the debauchery level got back to normal.”

  They both laughed companionably as they heard the main door of the clinic open with such force that it slammed against the wall and a woman’s voice calling out.

  “Jen, Jen, where are you? Are you okay?”

  “Guess I’ve been found. I’d better go. Thanks again, doc.”

  “Here, let me help you.” He took her arm and held her steady as exam room door flew open.

  “Jen, there you are. I was so worried? Are you okay, sweetie? You weren’t in our room when I got there, and then I came back to the lobby and they said you hadn’t checked in, but then they mentioned that the doctor had walked through the lobby a little while ago carrying a blonde, and I didn’t know what to do. It didn’t seem right to barge into a medical clinic where there might be sick people, but then I was worried sick, and I thought, fuck it, I’m going to find my friend.”

  She finally paused for breath and took in Jen standing without aid, and then she looked Caleb up and down. Smiling, she extended a hand.

  “Maggie Barton, photographer and sister of the groom. And you are…?”

  “Caleb McKenna. Dr. Caleb McKenna.”

  “Ooh. I like medical men. So, doc. How’s Jen, really?”

  “Slight sprain. Ibuprofen if she needs it for pain. Don’t overdo it today. Keep it iced and raised whenever possible. She should be fine tomorrow.”

  “I’ll look after her, doc. Don’t you worry.” She took Jen’s arm. “By the way, will we be seeing you at dinner tonight?”

  “Of course.”

  “Great! And if you are really good, we’ll invite you to tomorrow night’s festivities. The bride and groom are having a joint bachelorette and bachelor parties, and I’m sure things will definitely get out of hand.” Jen watched Maggie flirt with Caleb, and she didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all.

  “Save it, Maggie,” she said, much sharper than she intended. “You are wasting your time. The good doctor already has a boyfriend.” Jen felt her stomach drop. “I’m sorry. I…”

  “No problem, Jen. I, er, maybe it’s time I was more open with people.”

  Maggie looked Caleb up and down.

  “What a waste. Have you ever been with a woman?”

  “Not since first year of college.”

/>   “Well, if you ever want to try out some pussy, give me a call.”

  “Maggie!” Jen was shocked. And then she realized that she was shocked she was shocked. And she had to admit that maybe she was a bit jealous, too. If anyone was going to introduce the doctor to pussy, it was her. And then she stifled a giggle, looking around hoping that she hadn’t actually said the words out loud.

  Maggie’s boldness seemed not to bother Caleb. He just laughed as Jen hustled her out the door.

  “Well, he was cute. He’s a ginger, but I’d still like a chance to try to convert him.” Maggie grinned wickedly. “I’d like to…”

  “Cut it out, Mags. Where’s our room? I think I’d like to lay down for a bit. Tonight’s bachelorette party will probably go all night.”

  Immediately, Maggie turned serious as Jen known she would.

  “Is your ankle hurting? Should I get you a wheelchair? Crutches? The hunky doctor?” Jen saw the speculation in her friend’s eyes and blushed. That was the problem with being so fair. So many of her feelings showed on her skin. On the other hand, it was a very pleasing thing for a Dom as they could easily see their marks on her ass and breasts.

  “Am I that obvious?” She sighed. The problem with knowing someone most of her life is that they could read her like a book.

  “Yup. But only to me. And Aly. Oh, and Rebecca, too. Don’t worry. I’ll back off the good doctor, not that I had a chance with him anyway. When he looked at me, he was polite. When he looked at you, on the other hand, I could see a gleam in his eye and a bulge in his pants.”

  “He’s gay, Maggie. Gay. That means he’s looking for equipment I don’t possess.”

  “You heard him, Jen. He’s been with women before, although not for a while. You wouldn’t be popping his hetero cherry, just giving him a little variety. Or maybe we can check out his boyfriend. If the boyfriend’s cute, you could end up the center of a Jen sandwich.”