The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 6

  He also hated sitting down here while Jen was up at the head table without him. At least she was paired with Mal Reynolds, who could be trusted not to hit on her. He and his brother Mike were madly in love with Rebecca and never even looked at another woman. But he would rather be at her side, maybe sliding a hand between her legs and playing with her.

  He chuckled to himself. The nice thing about an event at a BDSM resort was that no one minded if you did things like that. In fact, if someone didn’t, they were probably the exception. He was sure that by the end of the night, all the subs in the place would be coming in their seats.

  He looked around. Generally, the subs either knelt beside their Masters or sat in their laps. This was more of a traditional gathering, with everyone getting a chair, although he could see a couple of Masters had already pulled their subs over their knees and their hands were busy between their legs.

  At least he could enjoy watching the bride to be squirm through the speeches as the groom played with the remote control. The speeches seemed to go on forever, or maybe that was because he had to sit by himself watching Jen laughing and joking with the man sitting beside her. He knew Mal Reynolds and his brother Mike were in a relationship with her friend Rebecca, but that didn’t stop him from being jealous and wishing he was in the Dom’s place.

  As he watched, her eyes sparkled, her mouth twisted into a broad grin, and he groaned imagining those lips wrapped around his dick while he fucked her face. He wanted to show her off and, at the same time, hide her away. He wished he could put a big taken sign on her so that everyone would know that she had a Master. He wanted all of her, and he knew she did, at least for now. She kept looking his way and the look in her eyes said that she was feeling everything he was.

  In fact, the only thing that would make things more perfect was if Rey were there to share Jen with him. Rey was the one in their relationship who was bisexual. Caleb has always preferred men, although he’d been with women when he was a teenager. But maybe Rey was right. Sometimes it was all about the person, not the hard- or software between their legs.

  Finally, all the talking was over and Jen was back in his arms, this time, on the dance floor. The music was slow and soft, and he held her to him tightly as they barely moved. He reached down to cup her ass cheeks, squeezing gently. He couldn’t wait until later tonight when he would turn her ass red and make her scream as he fucked her hard.

  He ground his cock against her and felt her respond, her nipples tightening and the hard buds pressing against his chest. They both had on entirely too many clothes.

  Chapter Six

  Jen leaned into Caleb, his strong arms holding her close. She could feel the beat of his heart under her cheek and the hardness of his cock against her belly. His big hands gripped her ass, holding her tight, almost grinding her against him until they were both slightly breathless with need.

  “All of the private rooms were booked,” he whispered into her ear. “And I didn’t think you’d want to play publicly the first time, but I’ve brought a nice selection of floggers back to my room along with cuffs, a spreader bar, a riding crop, a few nice-sized dildos, and a selection of butt plugs. How long has it been since you had a cock in your ass, sub?”

  “Five years, Sir. But I can take you there, Sir, if that’s what you want.”

  She heard Caleb sigh. “I’m happy to grant you the pain that you need, but I will not damage you. I won’t be taking your ass tonight, but it’s not too early to start getting it ready for my cock. Someday very soon, you’ll give me your ass and signify your complete surrender of your body to me.”

  Jen felt her stomach do flip-flops at his words, and her nipples, which were already hard, seemed to turn to diamonds poking against his chest, and her pussy, which had been moist, now started leaking. She tried to rub her legs together to relieve some of the ache, but he had thrust one of his thighs between hers as they danced, so she tried to grind her clit against it.

  “Naughty, naughty,” he admonished softly. “I can feel how wet you are already. You’ve left a wet spot on my pants!”

  Jen colored and tried to pull away, but Caleb held her in place.

  “Did I tell you I didn’t like it? If you are going to submit to me tonight, we have to talk about the rules. One of the rules for tonight is that you don’t get to come without permission, and I most certainly have not given you permission. And if you misbehave, you might not get it at all.”

  “Please, Sir.”

  “You plead very nicely, sub, but we’re not even naked yet. How are you going to restrain yourself from topping from the bottom? Do I have to gag you?”

  Jen moaned with desire.

  “So, the thought of being gagged turns you on. What else turns you on? I plan on trussing you up tightly when we get back to my place. You won’t be able to move a muscle, and you’ll be totally dependent upon my mercy. Do you like that thought? I’ll be able to flog you and fuck your pussy and clamp your tits and give you pleasure and pain as I choose. I can grant or deny you release, and you won’t be able to do a damned thing about it but take what I have to give you. Do you like that idea, sub?”

  “Yes, Master. Yes please, Master.”

  “Ah, my sweet little masochist. I like the sound of that title on your lips. I want to Master you tonight. Do you know how hard you are making me at the thought of doing all those things to you? I’m going to pop like a cork the minute I get inside you. I think I may have to alter my plan. When we leave here, I’ll take you to my cabin and let you in. You’ll freshen up as required and then kneel beside my bed awaiting my return. You’ll find two pairs of cuffs on the night table. I want you to strip naked, including removing these white cuffs that the hotel provided that showed you are a guest not in the lifestyle. You’ll replace them with the cuffs I’ve left for you, black with green trim, signifying that you have a Dom at the resort.

  “Then I’ll make a quick trip to the toy store and pick up a gag and maybe a blindfold as well. When I return, you’ll be kneeling, eyes downcast, in the correct presentation position. When I stand in front of you, you will bow your head to the ground and acknowledge me as your Master. Then you will unfasten my pants and suck my cock. Do you understand?”

  Jen thought she’d go up in flames right out on the dance floor.

  “Yes, Sir.” The thought of him dominating her so thoroughly had awakened desires that she’d thought where gone forever. She’d been a slave to Hank in the bedroom, and she yearned to hand over total control again. She was only going to be at the hotel for two more nights, and she intended to spend both of them submitting to Caleb if he wanted her.

  Many people wouldn’t understand, but she never felt so powerful than when she was submitting. She could end it with a word, if she chose. Her Master would set the rules, and she would follow them, but his rules had to be within her limits. A good Master understood his sub or his slave’s needs as well or better than they did themselves. A good Master looked after the one in their care as a sacred duty and would die for them. And yet, in the end, the slave could end it all with a single word.

  A word. Damn. They hadn’t discussed safe words. She thought for a moment. She didn’t want to use the same word she’d used with Hank. That had been his word, and it seemed appropriate to start that anew, too.

  “Zucchini.”

  “Excuse me?” Caleb’s voice was amused.

  “Zucchini, Sir. That’s my safe word tonight.”

  * * * *

  Caleb found himself almost skipping back to his room, but he had to force himself to slow down. He wanted her to spend time on her knees, waiting, anticipating what he would do to her when he returned.

  But when he’d closed the door behind Jen, it had been all he could do not to follow her inside and fuck her senseless, but he needed to get the gag and blindfold, and he wanted to ramp up her anticipation. The trip to the toy store had also yielded an unexpected treasure. He’d picked a training collar, which he’d completely overlooked ge
tting. It was simple and leather with a D-ring so he could attach a leash, which he also picked up. He wanted to be sure that she was completely in the submissive headspace before he started flogging her. Having her on a leash would push her to that next level. It was clear from their discussions that her late Master had, when they played, demanded total submission from her so that she’d been more slave than sub when they’d played.

  When she’d talked a bit about their play sessions, his cock had gotten hard and stayed hard as she described the near total power exchange she and Hank had made. At their most extreme, she wasn’t allowed to do anything without permission except breathe. When she disobeyed, he punished her, sometimes severely. There was no safe word for punishment.

  Caleb never been involved in anything so extreme, and he had never wanted to be, but now Jen giving herself to him totally and completely was all he thought about. He’d jerked off twice last night and again this morning at the thought of Jen kneeling at his feet, maybe even kissing them before she submitted to his every command. And part of him hoped she’d be disobedient so he could punish her.

  He walked slowly up to the door of the small staff cabin where he was staying. Being the island doctor came with some perks. Most staff stayed in the building on the north side. He got privacy and a living room, bedroom, and kitchen of his own.

  Sliding his key card down the slot, he walked into the foyer and put down the key card. He could see that a light was burning in the bedroom. He walked into the bedroom and saw Jen kneeling as he requested, naked, with her thighs spread wide. He could see the pink of her pussy and the moisture on her thigh. His cock jumped painfully in his pants.

  Walked up to her slowly, he paused to place the bag on the dresser and removed the collar and leash.

  “Sub, this is a training collar. I want you to wear it whenever we are in a scene. It will help you to remember your place and your role, which is to submit to me. Do you agree to wear it?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You may look up at me when I speak, sub. You may not speak except to answer a direct question or to ask for clarification if you don’t understand an order. If you speak out of turn, I will gag you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And remember, you are allowed to look at me. In fact, I encourage it. I want to see your eyes. I want to know what you are thinking. Never cast your eyes downward unless I specifically instruct you to do so.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She looked up and met his eyes. He could see that her pupils were dilated with arousal. He wanted to throw her on the ground and pound into her. He wanted to push down his pants and shove his cock into her throat and fuck her face. He wanted to throw her over the bed and sink into her ass while she screamed and struggled under him and make her come over and over even as she felt like his cock was splitting her in two, just so that when he was done, she’d know that he was her new Master and he’d banish all of her sad thoughts of what she had lost.

  He forced himself to do none of the above and to keep his voice coolly detached.

  “Good. Now I’m going to have a shower and I want you to stay.” He leaned down and fastened the collar around her neck and then snapped on the leash. He then attached the leash to a hook on the footboard of the bed. That was the good thing about playing at a BDSM resort. All of the extras like hooks for restraints and the never-ending supply of lube and condoms in all the rooms.

  Caleb stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He desperately wanted to pull Jen into the shower with him, but he wanted to save that for afterward. Now he had to set the tone for their relationship. If things went well, there would be time later for shower playtime. He stepped under the spray and reached down to stroke himself. There was already a drop of pre-cum on the head. It didn’t take long to jerk off, the long ropes of semen running down the drain. It didn’t do much to reduce his erection, but he hoped it would let him last longer when she put her mouth on him. He turned the water colder and stepped into the stream. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he turned off the flow and stepped out. Drying himself, he took a deep breath.

  It was time.

  * * * *

  Jen’s heart was pounding. The moisture running down her thighs and see it pooling between her legs. She could feel the collar around her neck, and it comforted her. She hadn’t worn a collar since the one Hank had put around her neck. She’d removed it to place it in his coffin and had not let anyone collar her since.

  Wearing Caleb’s felt good. Having a leash attached and being tied to the bed turned her on more than she’d ever imagined. Sweet, laid-back Caleb had taken charge. She’d been worried that he wouldn’t be strict enough with her, but all of her reservations were gone. She knew that he would take her and Master her and she would be able to submit to him. She had no doubts at all.

  She heard a sound and looked up. It was Caleb, overwhelmingly male, naked, his cock hard and erect, looked huge from her kneeling vantage point. She watched him fist it and desperately wished she were the one touching it.

  He walked over to stand in front of her. She had to force herself to drop her head to the floor as he instructed her, waiting for his command to suck his cock.

  He surprised her by circling around her. She waited, desperately wanting to taste his cock. She felt him pause behind her and thought he might have gone down on his knees, too. He lightly ran his hands down her arms and then pulled her arms behind her. His fingers checked the tightness of the cuffs before clipping them together behind her back and pulling her upright. With her arms restrained behind her, her back arched and her breasts pushed forward. She desperately wished they were larger and more impressive.

  As if reading her mind, Caleb’s arms went around her and he cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands as she leaned back against him, his spread knees pressing against her hips on each side and his cock pressing against her back.

  He continued to play with her breasts, gripping her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly and tugging.

  “These are so perfect, just enough for my hands. It’s been a long time since I’ve played with a set of tits. I don’t remember it being this much fun.” Rolling her nipples, he tugged again and then twisted them, pulling one and then the other as he squeezed. She moaned with the sharp bolt of pain and pleasure.

  “You like that, subbie? Then you are going to love the clamps I’ve brought for you. Maybe, if you are very, very good, I’ll attach a leash to your clamps tomorrow and lead you around by your tits. Would you like that?”

  Jen wasn’t sure if his question was rhetorical, so she just murmured her assent. He laughed, his breath hot on her neck before he lowered his mouth. Nuzzling down to her shoulder, he bit her lightly and then soothed the pain with his mouth.

  He reached between her legs and parted her slit. Laughing, he bypassed her clit and slid a finger inside her and swirled it, scooping out her cream.

  He held it to her mouth. “Taste yourself knowing that I’m going to feast on this later.”

  Opening her mouth, Jen allowed him to place his finger in her mouth, closing her lips and suckling lightly at her own essence before she felt him move again.

  She whined her disappointment as he stood and moved in front of her again, but her eyes lit up as he moved close, his hard cock bobbing slightly.

  “Time to suck my dick.” He fisted himself with one hand while threading his other hand into her hair. “Open your mouth and take me. Take all of me.”

  Obediently she opened her mouth. Without her hands, he had total control over the act. He moved closer to her, pushing the head of his cock between her lips. Reaching tentatively with her tongue, she licked the head before sucking lightly on it. He pushed more into her mouth, and she automatically sucked as he pulled back out before pushing in deeper this time. He repeated the process several more times, going deeper each time.

  He gripped her head with both hands, as he continued to move in and out of her mouth
, fucking her face. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling, desperately trying to relax her throat and breath through her nose as he pushed in deeper and deeper with each stroke. Finally, she could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose and realized he was fully buried within her. He stopped moving for a few seconds and then started thrusting quickly as his pleasure built.

  Finally she could feel his cock twitch, and then he was held still, deep in her mouth, as he poured his cum down her throat. Rope after rope shot directly down her throat, not giving her the option to swallow or not. She felt him softening slightly and started working him with her mouth when he pulled out, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

  “Good girl. Now, up you go.”

  He helped her to her feet and moved her over to the end of the bed. There was a wooden box of some sort there. It looked almost like an old-fashioned trunk. Fascinated, she watched as he opened it and manipulated it until she realized that it was a spanking bench complete with a padded area for her knees.

  He moved her into position so that she was kneeling with her legs spread wide. He fastened her ankle cuffs, and then he attached additional restraints around her calves and thighs. The bench was actually integrated into the four-poster bed.

  * * * *

  Bending her over the narrow bench, her breasts hung freely over the other side in the gap between the bench and the foot of the bed. He grinned. In this position, she could rest her head on the soft mattress but her tits would swing freely in the gap between the bench and the bed. That was, if he let them. He had plans for those tits. It had been so long since he’d played with a set, he’d almost forgotten how much fun he could have with them. So many ideas had run through his mind. He was definitely clamping them, but he’d thought of adding chains that he could attach to the footboard so if she tried to pull up, she’d feel the painful tug in her nipples. And he’d thought of weighting the clamps or adding vibrators.