The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  It started tentatively, as if he was using a rusty skill, but he soon gained confidence as he moved his mouth on hers. It felt good. It had been such a long time since she’d just enjoyed making out with a man. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue as it pushed inside and dueled with hers. She wasn’t sure how long they sat like that before she realized that his hand was still up inside her top. She’d almost forgotten about it until it started moving. She felt him push down her bra, freeing her breasts to his touch. His hand was light at first, skimming over her nipples which immediately pebbled. He seemed to like the feeling as he gripped one, tugging lightly before giving it a light pinch and a tug.

  She moaned, and he pulled his mouth away from hers.

  “Do you like that?” He tugged again.

  “Yeesssss.”

  He tilted her body slightly and began kissing his way across her cheek, down her jaw, and then down her neck. Pausing, he pushed her tank up over her breasts, exposing them to his gaze. She knew she wasn’t large, not like Aly or Maggie, but she was a large B, which wasn’t bad. Caleb seemed to approve as he dipped his head and his mouth closed on one of her nipples. Wrapping his hand around her breast, he squeezed lightly, and sucked the whole tip of her breast into his mouth before nipping lightly at the nipple

  Jen could feel the throbbing all the way through her body. It was like each time he nipped at her nipples, it sent a shot of arousal directly to her clit. Her pussy begin to pulse with need, but he made no move to undo her pants, so she took the initiative. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind a sub taking charge, but she needed him to touch her now.

  Reaching down, she unbuttoned her lose linen pants and grabbed his wrist.

  “Please, I need you to touch me. I’m so close.”

  He seemed to grasp the situation immediately. Dipping inside the waistband and then inside her panties, his hand moved unerringly to the center of her arousal. He rubbed one big finger against her clit, and she almost exploded from the friction. It had been so long since a man and not BOB that she was about to go up in flames just from a small caress had touched her.

  Then he started to withdraw his hand, and she was frantic.

  “Please, Sir. Please, I need to come.”

  * * * *

  Sir! She’d called him Sir again. He thought he’d come in his pants from the jolt that title gave him because this time it was clear she did mean it in the BDSM sense. Sliding his hand back in her pants, he used his best Dom voice.

  “Do not come without permission. If you don’t think you can hold off, then tell me first, or you’ll be punished.”

  “Yes, Sir, although punishment doesn’t sound like such a bad thing right now.”

  Suppressing a chuckle, he gave her labia a quick pinch and felt her jump, but he also felt the outpouring of moisture. Dipping his fingers lower, he realized that she was drenched. He pinched her again, and more liquid flooded onto his hand.

  “You like pain, little sub?”

  “Yes, Sir. Not severe pain. Nothing that breaks the skin. I don’t mind a little redness or bruising, but yes, I like it. I like it a lot.” He moved his hand lightly between her legs.

  “I thought you were just a friend of the bride, but I take it that you’re in the lifestyle.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes, Sir. Hank was my Master and I haven’t played much since I lost him.”

  Caleb felt a sharp stab of sympathy and empathy. He hadn’t lost Rey to death, but he had come to the island feeling a similar type of mourning. It made him feel even closer to Jen. Maybe someday he would be able to tell her about Rey and what happened. He’d lied to everyone else on the island. When someone caught a glimpse of his healed bullet wound, he’d let them think it was left over from his time in the service. He had been careful after that and hadn’t let anyone else get close enough to realise that it was too recent for that period of his life. He hadn’t let anyone know about Rey or their relationship, either.

  In fact, he’d done a few very stupid things since he’d been on the island. At first he avoided all sexual situations. Then, when he’d gotten a few comments, he hit on a couple of subs including Rebecca, but he’d always picked those he knew were unavailable. And he’d always picked women. A shrink would probably have a field day analyzing his behavior since he’d come to the island, but he figured he’d focused on women, even though he had always picked unavailable ones, because he still felt tied to Rey and wasn’t interested in being with another man, or even pretending interest because it felt like cheating, even though they weren’t together any more. Hitting on women didn’t feel like cheating because he knew deep down that he would never follow through, hence always choosing unavailable women so push would never come to shove.

  Jen was different, somehow. Even before he know how much they had in common, he’d felt an attraction. He didn’t stop to analyze it. He was single and he hadn’t really been aroused since he’d left Rey. He decided he wasn’t going to look a gift horse, or rather gift sub, in the mouth.

  “So tell me, sub, what kind of pain do you like best. What did your late Master use to do to you that you miss the most?”

  She moaned as he skimmed her clit, his touch enough to ramp up her arousal but not enough for her to come. Damn. It was like riding a bike. He’d fucked a lot of women that first year of college before he finally stopped pretending to others and himself, and the old skills came back.

  “He used to flog me. He’d start off spanking me with his hand and then use a light flogger and then increase the pace as he got me warmed up, and then he’d move on to the heavy-duty flogger. Sometimes he’d change it up and use a paddle or a leather strap, but I always liked the flogger the best.” She groaned and tried to rub against his fingers, but he held her tight with his other arm. “Please, Sir. I need to come.”

  “When I’m ready and not before, sub. Has no one else flogged you since? You said he’d been gone five years.” He slipped a finger inside her slippery pussy and felt satisfaction when she moaned at the intrusion and then tried to clamp down on his digit. She was so wet that he was easily able to push a second finger inside her, and it was getting harder to hold her still. He pulled out and smacked her hard on the ass before sliding his fingers back inside her and skimming her clit lightly with his thumb. “Be still and answer the question.”

  “Yes, Sir. At first I dated only vanilla. Hank taught me submission, and I wasn’t ready to submit to anyone else. But dating never, ever went well. I could enjoy a meal or a movie with them, but I never felt attracted to them. They would try to kiss me, and I would feel nothing. I eventually gave it up and buried myself in my work. I ended up on the fast track to partner. Apparently I’m really good at defending corporations against the little guy. I’ve played at clubs a few times, but it never felt right so mostly I just used to watch.”

  “Did you ever let them fuck you?”

  “The vanillas never got to second base. Some of the Doms were interested, but I only let them try to get me off with the flogging and toys, never sex. But I even gave that up.”

  “So you’ve basically been celibate for five years.”

  “Yeah, I guess I have. But I think I’m finally ready for something more.”

  The last few words were so low that Caleb could hardly hear them, but he did and he felt his cock twitch with desire. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

  “Would you like me to flog you?”

  “Please, Sir!”

  “And would you like me to fuck you after your flogging?”

  “Very much Sir.”

  “Not tonight, but some night soon?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.”

  “And I’d like you to come, sub.” He changed his strokes, curling the two fingers inside her to press against her G-spot as his thumb rubbed her clit. She exploded in his arms, and he exploded in his pants. Damn. He hadn’t done that since he was a horny teenager.

  Reluctantly he pulled his hand out of her pants and t
ugged them back up. She was slumped against his chest, and the remnants of her climax still rippled through her.

  “Time for you to go to bed, subbie.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “For what?”

  “For…you know…” She indicated his pants.

  “Oh, you noticed. Well you can make it up to me tomorrow night by sucking me off, and if you are good, I’ll even flog you until you come before I fuck you. What do you say to that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Four

  The day dawned bright and clear. Just a typical day in this island paradise. Jen hopped in the shower. She had had a wonderful night’s sleep after coming at Caleb’s hands. It was her first Dom-given orgasm in a very long time, and she couldn’t wait until tonight.

  She didn’t have much of a day planned, just some reading on the beach and maybe a little fantasizing. There was something about Caleb that made her happy. Maybe it was the fact that there were no long-term prospects with him and she could just relax and enjoy the moment without any expectations or worry about the future. But she found she trusted him, too. The way he looked after her when she hurt her ankle, his consideration, even the way he didn’t try to dominate her until he was sure she was okay with it all showed what kind of man he was and, more importantly, what type of Dom he was.

  Who’d have thought that the man to reawaken her desires would be a gay Dom who lived on a tropical island? If someone had asked her a year about what she thought it would take to get libido revved up again, those were not the qualities she’d have guessed, except the Dom part, of course. She had tried vanilla, but when it came to sex, she needed a Dom in the bedroom. She needed someone who would take control, take charge, and let her just feel and experience. Of course, they also had to be trustworthy and respect her safe word, but she implicitly knew that Caleb was someone who wouldn’t violate her trust.

  The day passed slowly. She brought her e-reader to the beach and found a nice shady spot. Of course, she also doused herself in a gallon of sunscreen, all the time wishing that Caleb were there to apply it. After about an hour, she took a quick dip in the water before returning to her lounger and her steamy Lexi Blake book.

  Her stomach had just started growling, making her realize that she had skipped breakfast. She was just about to go looking for food Maggie appeared wearing another of her teeny bikinis, and accompanied by a blonde hunk.

  She saw Maggie looking around and waved to catch her attention.

  Dragging the hunk behind her, Maggie headed over to Jen. “Isn’t this place beautiful? And speaking of beautiful, this is Carter Hayes. He’s the head chef here. Carter, this is Jen.”

  “Lovely to meet you, Jen. Hopefully we can get better acquainted. I have to go see what’s happening in my kitchen now. My brother Dalton agreed to take over the breakfast service, and I’m afraid to see what he’s done to the place.”

  “Nice to meet you, Carter. And speaking of food, do you know when they start serving lunch? I missed breakfast and I just realized that I’m starving.”

  Maggie looked at her friend critically.

  “Maggie, really, I didn’t do it deliberately. It just slipped my mind.”

  “Yes, well, you can’t afford to lose any more weight or you’ll be like Aly was after she got back from the war zone. And speaking of food, I worked up quite an appetite, too. Any chance of getting a bite to eat around here? I know everyone is probably busy with the rehearsal dinner and preparing for tomorrow’s wedding feast.”

  “Never fear. I’ve drafted all available hands to get ready for the two big dinners. As for the two of you, for a beautiful woman, the kitchen is always open. The lunch buffet will be laid out at 11:30, but if you are hungry now, what do you say to omelettes?”

  “I’d say yes. Jen?”

  “That sounds lovely, Carter. Thank you.”

  “You are welcome. Just head up to the open-air dining area and I’ll have your meal ready in twenty minutes.”

  * * * *

  Jen headed back down to her lounger stuffed so full she was afraid to go back in the water. Toast, bacon, home fries, grilled tomatoes, and fruit had accompanied Carter’s omelette. She’d been about to burst, but she finished every bite. It had been delicious, and she found she had more of an appetite than she’d had in a very long time.

  Maggie lay beside her, her bikini top off as she relaxed in the sun. “So what’s the schedule for tonight’s rehearsal dinner?”

  “I think the wedding party walks through the agenda for tomorrow around six, and then the rehearsal dinner starts at seven. It’s pretty informal, but there will still be a feast provided, probably by your Carter, drinks and general debauchery in the dungeon.”

  “Mmmm. Sounds good. But he’s not my Carter. Not yet.”

  “I saw him strapping you to the spanking bench before I left. What did you think of it? Was it your first time?”

  “Yes, and it definitely won’t be my last. I think I may be finally starting to understand what all you deviants see in this lifestyle. It was hot. By the time Carter finally let me come, I was about to go out of my mind. And then I came like three times in a row while he was inside me. Damn that was just about the best sex I ever had.”

  Maggie frowned.

  “After, he unstrapped me and then did what he called aftercare which was divine. When I finally recovered, I looked around, but you were gone. I thought you were into all this kinky stuff?”

  “I was—am. I guess that without someone to play with, I didn’t feel like hanging around.”

  “Don’t tell me you went back to the room and watched The Tonight Show or something all by yourself?”

  “No, I went for a walk and sat on a bench watching the stars.”

  She saw Maggie staring at her and felt a blush beginning. When Maggie smiled at her color change, she blushed harder as Maggie began laughing. Damn having friends for twenty years. She could read Jen like a book.

  “You weren’t alone, were you?”

  “Well, I went out alone.”

  “But someone joined you. Spill. Who was it?”

  “Caleb?”

  “The hot doctor? I thought you said he was gay. Word is that he’s hit on a couple of subs including Rebecca, but has never actually been seen in a scene, so to speak. There’s been some speculation about his sexuality, but pretty much all of the unattached subs are dying to be the one to get the question of his preference answered once and for all, but he’s been keeping to himself. Until you.”

  “Um, well…”

  “You two fooled around, didn’t you?” Maggie stared at her, and the blush deepened. “Damn. For a lawyer, you should have a better poker face. I guess this settles the question. He’s not gay.”

  “Um…no…yes…”

  “He is gay? He isn’t gay? But you’ve been fooling around, I can tell by your expression.” Maggie laughed with delight. “So, tell me, counselor, how did you go about convincing the doctor to give pussy a try?”

  “I didn’t…we didn’t…”

  “You are not going to convince me you two didn’t do the deed.” She looked into Jen’s face. “Okay, you might not have technically had sex, but you two definitely fooled around. Did you come? Did he come?”

  “Yes and yes.”

  “Damn, girl. Did you convert him or just turn him bi? And the most important question of them all…are you going to see him again and convince him to have a taste of pussy?”

  “You are the crudest woman I know, Maggie, and yes, yes, yes.” She threw her arms around her friend. “It was wonderful, and we are seeing each other again tonight, and yes, I hope we have sex. Although with the way he makes me feel, I’d be happy just to suck him off, if that’s all he wants from me.”

  “Why him? He’s handsome enough if you like gingers. And he’s smart and nice, but over the past few years, you’ve met a lot of handsome, nice, smart men, men who I would like to point out were not gay and don’t live and work on an island a coup
le of thousand miles from where you live.”

  “I wish I knew. There was just this immediate connection. We can talk about anything. And the fact that he’s a Dom is just icing on the cake. I don’t know. Maybe I can let go with him because I know this relationship can only last the week, but it’s the first time I’ve wanted a man in years, and I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.”

  Maggie grinned broadly. “There’s my girl. Now just don’t go falling in love and enjoy the ride. Or enjoy riding him. And make sure he rides you hard and…”

  “And stop with the riding metaphors. I get it. And don’t worry. We both know the score and are just going to enjoy the week together. He broke up with the sub he loved just before he came here, so he’s lonely, too. I think maybe we are helping each other heal.”

  * * * *

  The rehearsal dinner was the most lavish spread that Caleb had ever seen. He couldn’t imagine what the actual wedding supper would be like. Apparently the head cook was actually a frustrated cordon bleu chef and was so thrilled to have a break from the standard tropical buffets that he was cooking up enough food for an army and had pressed a number of the Libertine Island staff into being his sous chefs and had them all chopping and mixing and tasting.

  Chef Carter Hayes was a Dom, and generally treated everyone who worked in his kitchen as his submissive, giving orders and making sure that he had absolute obedience but in a caring, supportive way. But now with the wedding preparations underway, Carter had lost it.

  He was still calm and collected and generous, providing whatever food they wanted, not giving away his inner anxiety about the wedding.

  But in the kitchen with the staff, he barked out orders like a Dom crossed with an army drill sergeant. Anyone who entered his kitchen was now his slave and put to work. Caleb had made the mistake of popping in for a snack and had had to clean and chop ten pounds of carrots before he could make is escape. He was not going near the kitchen again. Ever. Not even if he starved.