The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 7

  In the end, since this was their first serious play session, he’d settled for light clamps, which he attached before he spread her arms and clipped the cuffs to the posts at the foot of the bed. He did run a chain between the clamps so he could tug them both at once with a single hand. If she misbehaved, he’d pull the chain up and make her take it in her mouth, holding the pressure on her own nipples. It would teach her obedience or earn her a stronger punishment, and the thought made him hornier than ever. Damn, what was it about this woman? He’d had to force himself to be matter-of-fact when he’d attached the clamps when what he really wanted was to bury his face in tits and suckle like a baby. Damn. What was wrong with him?

  Chapter Seven

  Jen tested the bonds. Caleb had fastened her so securely to the bench that all she could do was wiggle her fingers and toes. Her breasts were hanging free, but she didn’t have enough movement to sway them herself. The clamps pinched her nipples strongly enough so there was a bite of pain, but light enough that she knew she could safely wear them for a while.

  The sensation of the chain hanging from them was an interesting one. Whenever her body jerked or tried to jerk against the bonds, it just took the minutest movement to set the chain moving, which stimulated her nipples. It wasn’t something Hank had done to her, and she found she liked it.

  Caleb moved behind her, humming softly to himself as he set out his implements of torture. Well, maybe not torture. For all of his talk, Caleb wasn’t really sadist. Her impression was that it was the control that turned him on. She could tell that her obedience got him going, and what greater submission was there than to let someone inflict pain and to take it to please them. That was the way it had been with Hank, although he really was a sadist. She could handle pain to a point, especially at the hands of an experienced Dominant who could take her to subspace where every lash of the flogger brought pleasure so fast that the pain had almost ceased to exist other than to enhance the experience.

  Caleb rubbed a big hand over her ass. Moving directly behind her he gripped both cheeks now, squeezing rhythmically. She found the feeling unexpectedly soothing. In fact, the rhythm was almost hypnotic, and that made the shock of his first slap to her ass all the more unexpected. It hurt, but the surprise magnified the feeling. Then he used his other hand to slap the other cheek and began building up the same rhythm, but this time instead of squeezing, he was slapping her ass, harder and harder, faster and faster until the first moan broke from her throat.

  She wanted to beg him to start again, but he’d ordered her silence. She tried to move her ass, something to signal him that she wanted him to continue, but he just went back to squeezing her, but now, because of the spanking, the squeezes seemed to hurt more. Finally he stopped and began spanking her again.

  She’d forgotten just how much a barehanded spank could hurt and arouse at the same time. She knew that her pussy wasn’t just moist, it was leaking fluid down her thighs, and he had a direct view. She felt him reach between her legs and slip a finger inside her pussy. It moved easily through the wetness. She tried to use her muscles to clamp down and hold it inside her, but he chuckled and pulled out before sliding a second finger inside. That stretched her slightly, and she moaned, this time with pleasure. He added a third finger, and the sensation was almost overwhelming as he started thrusting inside her. Her climax built quickly as he reached around with his other hand and parted her lips to reach between to lightly caress her swollen clit.

  The tremors started, and then suddenly he wasn’t touching her anymore. She whined in frustration as her climax slipped away.

  She wasn’t sure how long he waited. The damned man was patient to the extreme, but finally she heard him move, and then the strands of a flogger moving over her shoulders and back and then down to her ass. He was just caressing her for now, letting her know what was coming, building her anticipation.

  When he finally struck her the first time, she was more than ready. Quickly, he built into a steady rhythm, striking her with a figure-eight technique up and down her back, avoiding the kidney area. This was a soft flogger designed primarily for pleasure. It was some minutes later when she felt tingly and relaxed all over that he switched to a stiffer flogger. This one hurt, but she knew he was holding back. It hurt just enough to stimulate the endorphins. After every strike, there was sting followed by the pleasure rolling through her, and as he ramped up the speed and pressure of the strikes, the pleasure slammed into her right on top of the pain until the two were so commingled that she couldn’t tell them apart.

  The arousal coursing through her body was bringing her closer to release, but she needed more, and she got it when he changed to the hardest flogger of them all. This one was designed for pain, and he put his strength into it, lashing her cheeks hard until she could stand it no more.

  And then he stopped again. Reaching around, he tugged hard on the chain connected to her nipples. Once, twice, a third time, and then he held it, pulling it tight so that she felt a scream building inside of her.

  “Come now!” he commanded as he gave the chain some slack and then pulled hard so that the clamps popped off, and she wailed from the pain as she felt her climax slam through her like a runaway train.

  Meanwhile, with his other hand, he took three last strikes with the flogger, not as strong as the previous ones, but these were directly between her legs, hitting her pussy and clit.

  Her first climax hadn’t even ended when she felt the lash, and with each one, her climax built on itself until she was convulsing against her bonds, her body wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. She was so caught up in her climax that she didn’t realize, at first, that he’d dropped the flogger and was preparing to enter her.

  She realized he was waiting for the tremors to subside enough so that she would feel every second of his possession. Slowly, so very slowly he pushed inside her, and she reveled in the feeling of him parting her swollen tissues. He kept pushing until he was buried to the hilt inside her and she could feel his heavy balls against her abused ass.

  She expected him to start moving immediately, but instead he pressed his body down on hers, and his heat enveloped her and the hair on his body abrading her skin made sensitive from the flogging. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. He squeezed them gently, at first, before grasping her nipples and tugging firmly on them.

  She felt the sensation clear down to her clit, which was throbbing again.

  “Next time I’m going to clamp your nipples, I’m going to use a different chain on them. I’m going to attach the chain to the spanking bench and leave you unrestrained from the waist up. You’ll be able to buck and twist and turn and try to get away from my flogger, but every time you do, you’ll pull on your nipples. So how much they get hurt will be up to you. Be a nice obedient sub, keep still, and they’ll be fine. Move when you’ve been told not to, and you’ll cause your own pain.”

  He was diabolical and devious, and Jen thought she’d come just from the word picture he painted. The thought of being restrained by her breasts caused an unexpected sense of thrill and arousal.

  His right hand moved lower. “For the rest of this play session, you can come as much as you like.” He fingered her distended clit lightly at first. It was sensitive from being flogged, and every touch brought such pleasure and pain that she came the second he touched her and kept coming as he played with her clit with one hand and her tender nipples with the other for several long minutes, drawing out her climax until her body was limp, unable to move even as he forced another climax from her.

  Finally, when she thought she could take no more, she felt him grasp her hips and start thrusting into her. He wasn’t sweet, gentle Caleb any more. He was Dominant Caleb using his property, and she was shocked to find yet another climax rising in her.

  She wanted to protest, to beg him to stop, but even that took too much energy, so she lay there and took it as he slammed into her, his pelvis grinding against her sore ass, his fingers g
ripping her hips so hard that she knew she’d have fingerprint-shaped bruises in the morning. He rode her hard, giving her no respite as he drove his cock as deep as it would go. Finally, his body stiffen behind her and his cock jerk inside her. He held himself deep, and she could feel jet after jet of his cum shooting into her pussy, and a kind of primitive joy in taking her man’s seed inside her shot through her. Even though there was no chance of making a baby, there was something so primal about the act.

  She was his, even if it was just for a few nights.

  * * * *

  Carefully, reluctantly, Caleb pulled out of Jen’s pussy, and then he stood back and watched his semen seep out of her, running down her thighs. His still semierect cock jerked at the sight. He felt a primitive need to mark her. Taking his cock with his hand, he was soon fully hard and pulsing cum. He directed the stream onto her back and ass, promising himself that next time, he’d mark her tits. She was his, and he wanted everyone to recognize that, especially Jen. He would do this in the public playroom on the main stage as she knelt at his feet and everyone watched.

  Sighing, he sat at the end of the bed and stroked her hair for a moment. Maybe she wouldn’t want to play again. Maybe this was a one-night stand for her. She was a widow only now ready to be intimate with a man again. And if she was now looking for a relationship, he wasn’t sure he was what she’d pick. He was a gay man, or rather a bi man, just having been dumped after a long-term relationship with the man he thought he’d spend the rest of his life with. And he still had some PTSD issues after having been shot. He probably wasn’t what most women considered good relationship material.

  Leaning down, he kissed her cheek and saw her smile up at him before closing her eyes again, clearly coming down from her subspace high.

  Working quickly, he first got a damp towel from the bathroom and cleaned his cum from her. He did this reluctantly, but he needed to do it. Then he removed the restraints and helped her to sit up as he massaged her arms and legs to get the circulation going again.

  Scooping her into his arms, he brought her up to the head of the bed and laid her on her stomach again while he massaged some soothing lotion over the parts of her body that he’d flogged. Then he turned her on her back and helped her sit up as he held a sports drink to her lips.

  “Drink up. You don’t want to get dehydrated.” She was almost asleep, but she managed to stay awake long enough to down half the bottle. He placed the rest beside her on the nightstand in case she woke up in the night. Then he tucked her in, slipped in beside her, and pulled her close and fell asleep, too.

  Chapter Eight

  Jen cuddled close to Caleb. She felt so good. She was pleasantly sore inside and out. She probably wouldn’t have anything more than a few light bruises. Caleb had been amazing in his care for her before, during, and after. She couldn’t wait to do it again.

  He’d been restless during the night, waking her up just before dawn, but she’d soothed him and he’d calmed, clutching her tightly to him as he slept.

  Reaching out a hand, she ran it lightly down his chest. It was wonderfully muscled with a light dusting of ginger hair. Carefully she traced the scar on his side. Maggie had told her she had heard that he was a veteran and had been wounded. This must be from the war. She wondered how long ago he had served. This wound wasn’t new, but it didn’t look to be more than a few months old.

  Sighing, she ran her hand over his chest again, enjoying the tickle of the hair.

  She plucked at one, and still half-asleep, he slapped at her hand and rolled over toward her.

  Opening his startlingly green eyes, he smiled directly into hers. Grinning impishly she pushed him back over and moved to straddle him when she heard a voice.

  “If you don’t mind, if you are going to fuck him, I can see better if you remove the covers first.”

  The voice was laconic with just a hint of a Latin accent. Abruptly Jen subsided back down and under the covers. Who the hell was in their bedroom? The stranger moved so that the light from the window wasn’t obscuring their sight. Suddenly, she recognized him. This was Rey, Caleb’s former sub. He was even more beautiful than in the photo. He was the traditional tall, dark and handsome, but so much more. He was not as tall or as bulky as Caleb. He was lean like a panther with black hair and eyes that seemed to be black like burning coals. When he paced at the end of the bed, he was like a wild animal ready to pounce. Jen didn’t know whether she was scared or turned on or maybe a bit of both.

  She glanced over, and it was clear that Caleb was shocked to see his ex-lover. Caleb’s face was a study in emotion. There was desire and hurt and fear and lust all rolled up together.

  She could see him swallow hard, and his lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out. She could see how desperately he loved Rey. Even as she felt happiness for him that his love had come back to him and sadness that she’d never see that kind of love for her on his face, she knew that if Rey was back to hurt him again, he’d have Jen to reckon with.

  “Sub. On your knees. Now!” Rey’s voice crackled with anger. It wasn’t just a Dom’s voice, it was one very pissed off Dom’s voice. And even though he wasn’t her Dom, she almost obeyed just due to the tone of his voice. She’d actually fisted the blanket to move it out of her way before she got control of herself.

  She turned to Caleb and was shocked to see him scrambling out of the bed and, naked, kneel on the floor in the classic submissive pose, his hands on his knees, palms up and those knees spread wide, his semierect cock bobbing between them as he bowed his head and waited.

  “Caleb?”

  “Slave, I expect total silence from you until I deal with this interloper, and then I’ll deal with you.” He turned his blazing black eyes on Jen. “He’s no longer your concern. You had no right to bed another Dom’s sub. I don’t care if you are a Domme, you know the rules, or if you don’t, you have no right to be on this island. I understood they screened very carefully. I’ll be reporting you to management, and you’ll be banned for this.”

  “No, please, Master. She didn’t know.”

  Caleb’s voice was tentative but insistent. She saw Rey turn toward him and then look at the floggers on the spanking bench at the bottom of the bed. Then he looked the restraints that had clips but no cuffs. Finally he looked at her wrists, and comprehension seemed to dawn.

  He walked over to Jen.

  “Show me your wrists!”

  Automatically she held them up. He reached out and touched the cuffs she still wore.

  “Turn around. I want to see your back.”

  Holding the covers to her front, she turned, knowing that there were still be fading red marks on her back and ass. Sighing heavily, Rey walked to the other side of the bed and inspected Caleb’s back before walking back to the center of the room and settling back into the easy chair.

  “Now this is a development I didn’t expect.”

  * * * *

  “You may now re-cover yourself while I consider how I’m going to punish you both.”

  “But, Master…”

  “I told you to be silent. You’ve earned twenty for those words. Do you want me to make it forty?”

  “No, Sir, but—”

  “Forty. Any more?”

  He saw Caleb struggle as he had more he wanted to say.

  “The next words you say, she takes the punishment.”

  He watched Caleb clamp his mouth shut.

  Reynaldo Montoya had been traveling for twenty-four hours and he was tired and he had arrived to find his lover in bed with someone else, so he was in a very bad mood indeed. He was not happy to have to leave Miami. He loved Miami. It was his home and the home of his extended family. But he loved Caleb, and he hoped he hadn’t waited too long to come after him. He wanted to be able to tell him the truth behind the shooting.

  Rey had, at first, tried to convince Caleb that it had been a random shooting and then when Caleb had questioned the story, Rey had tried to convince him that Rey himse
lf had been the intended target, so Caleb wouldn’t be afraid. Caleb hadn’t argued, but Rey was pretty sure that Caleb didn’t believe him. Looking back, it had been a stupid idea. Caleb had deserved the truth but once he’d told the lie, he couldn’t seem to do anything but continue to insist it was true. He told himself that he hadn’t wanted Caleb to be afraid of someone else coming after him after he’d survived the first shooting. But it was also out a sense of denial and of guilt that he had lied and kept lying. The man had been after Caleb to punish Rey for putting one of their gang leaders behind bars. It was his fault his lover was almost killed.

  So he had deliberately tried to keep this information from Caleb, not wanting to scare him, but that also meant that he couldn’t talk about his work. And then he’d finally tracked down the contract shooter. He’d had to kill him when he preferred to bring him in, not to face his punishment, but to tell who paid him.

  With him dead, it had taken longer to find out who was behind it all, but it was done now. He could tell Caleb everything, including that the person who had hired the shooter was behind bars and he’d finally accomplished this task. He knew that he should never have let Caleb leave, but he knew he couldn’t leave Miami until he got to the source or they would never be safe.

  When he’d come home and realized that Caleb wasn’t home, at first he thought he’d gone out and he’d been happy about that. Caleb had become almost agoraphobic right after the shooting. But then he’d gone into their bedroom and seen their contract sitting on his pillow. It was like getting hit in the gut. It hurt more than any bullet would. It was only later that he realized that Caleb hadn’t actually signed the section that would cancel the contract, so he thought there was still a chance for them.