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

  Jen smiled. She knew the feeling exactly. The thought of being with both Caleb and Rey was beyond erotic. And Rey didn’t want a single night. He wanted two weeks. She wondered if one could expire from sexual longing. The night with Caleb has been one of the most erotic of her life. He’s awakened needs that she’d thought were atrophied.

  And now there was Rey. Hot, sexy, Latin Rey. She barely knew him, but when he took charge, she melted inside. The thought of submitting to him, to the two of them, turned her insides too much.

  “What’s up, Jen? You’ve just drifted off, and you’ve got this smile…or maybe it’s a smirk. Clearly you and Caleb did the deed last night.” Her eyes narrowed. “Hmm. Yes, he fucked your brains out all right. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were in love or on your way there.”

  “He’s gay, Maggie. He has a boyfriend. A Master.”

  “You said they’d broken up… Hey, did you say he had a Master? Caleb’s not a Dom? He’s a sub? Does that mean you topped him?”

  Jen felt herself blush.

  “You…you didn’t, did you? It’s something else. Hmm. How did you know his boyfriend was his Master? Holy crap. The boyfriend showed up? Oh my god! Did you fuck both of them last night? No wonder you look tired. Was it amazing? Fan-fucking-tastic? Orgasmpalooza?”

  “Shush!”

  “Shush?” Maggie’s laugh rang out. “Shush? You aren’t going to shush me. I want details! After all, I’m considering fucking three men. I need to hear all about your night of debauchery, woman. Spill!”

  Jen groaned.

  “I didn’t sleep with two men last night.”

  “Last night? What about this morning?”

  “Damn it, Maggie.”

  Just then the sound of the Jaws theme filled the air. Sighing, Maggie pulled out her cell phone and rolled her eyes. “Maggie’s House of Pain. Maggie and Jen here at your service.”

  Jen listened with interest and dread.

  “No, I don’t think you need to get a haircut before the ceremony and certainly no new highlights. No, I don’t think surprising Max would be a good idea. My brother’s a Dom, remember. He’d probably smack your ass, and not in a fun way, if you do any of these things without getting his permission first.

  “I’ll be right there. Jen? She just has to make a quick stop back at her room, and then she’ll be along, too.”

  Chapter Ten

  Rey sat in the back row and off to the side of the group gathered to celebrate the nuptials of the happy couple. At least he assumed they were happy. He saw the groom standing at the altar wearing an impeccably tailored tux with a look of impatience. He clearly just wanted this to be over.

  Finally the music started. The wedding had been set up outside overlooking the bay. The man conducting the ceremony stood with his back to the water, with the groom on his left side. A blond man played guitar. It was acoustic and quite beautiful in its simplicity. He didn’t recognize the tune, but it was a great choice.

  He looked around. The sun was just starting to set, creating a kaleidoscope of color. Folding chairs had been set up to each side of the path, which was now the aisle, and he saw the first couple head down the aisle. He assumed this was the maid or matron of honor and best man. A second couple followed them, and then there was Jen, holding on to the arm of another man, and he felt…something. It surprised him. She was the woman who’d tried to take his slave, even if she maybe wasn’t technically guilty. If she really thought they were broken up, it wasn’t really her fault, although he didn’t feel inclined to let her off the hook. He’d spent an hour with Duncan and had drafted what he thought was a fair contract for the next two weeks.

  With the setting sun in the distance, her blonde hair looked like it had an orange halo. Her dress was very simple and a pale, watery blue-green color, and her feet were bare. He felt his cock stir. He put his hand on Caleb’s knee and squeezed. One part of him had wanted Caleb kneeling at his feet, but Caleb worked here. Even if it was a BDSM resort, he still had a professional standing to maintain. A doctor had to have authority. Rey would never jeopardize Caleb’s career, even if Caleb had defied him and taken this job without permission.

  They watched Jen take her position at the end of the row of similarly garbed bridesmaids, and then the music changed. It took him a moment to realize that it was a traditional wedding march. It seemed so incongruous.

  The bride was wearing what was, based on the appreciative gasps of the audience, a beautiful white wedding gown. He was no judge of woman’s clothes, but it fitted her like a glove. Her waist was cinched in tight. She was also barefoot, but walking very tentatively. He grinned when he realized that she must have something quite large shoved up her ass.

  The traditional ceremony was quite short, and he expected to see the happy couple walk down the aisle together, but then something unexpected happened after the traditional kiss. After she handed her bouquet to her maid of honor, the two bridesmaids moved in to help remove her dress.

  “What the hell is going on?”

  “They are having the collaring ceremony now, Sir.”

  Rey frowned.

  “And why was she walking so oddly?”

  “I believe that she was wearing a chastity gift that she received at the bridal shower two nights ago. It belts around her waist and then over her mound and comes up between her ass cheeks. It includes both ass and pussy vibrators and a clit vibrator, all with a remote control. I’d guess from her tentative moments that Max has inserted the large-sized dildos.”

  “Hmmm. Very interesting. Maybe we should get such a thing for Jen. I would enjoy playing with it while you are working.”

  “I think you need to talk to the Reynolds brothers. They created it.”

  Rey nodded. “I will. And I’ll see if they have any interesting toys for you to wear while you are working, so you’ll think of me and not be tempted to run away again.”

  “I wouldn’t…”

  “Nonetheless, I’ll enjoy knowing that you have something to remind you of me.” He turned and grinned, looking almost feral. “Especially if it comes with a remote control so you will always know when I am nearby.”

  He tried to suppress a grin at the look on Caleb’s face. It was equal parts fear and anticipation. Oh, yes, he’d enjoy torturing his slave before he forgave him. Eventually. In the meantime, he meant to torture him for the awful feeling of getting off work and coming home and finding it empty, a note on the kitchen table simply saying “Good-bye” with their contract beside it. He almost tore it up but then he noticed that Caleb hadn’t signed the section cancelling the contract. That’s when he realized that he still had a chance.

  * * * *

  Caleb had to fight the urge to fidget in his seat. He felt strange sitting up beside Rey. He should be kneeling at his Master’s feet. He intellectually understood that Rey was thinking of Caleb’s professional standing, but fuck, this was a BDSM resort. They would understand.

  If they had a normal relationship, Caleb could just have decided to kneel, but Rey was his Master and he had to obey. Of course, that hadn’t stopped him from running away. He had tried to go back to work and get back to normal, but it had been impossible. Every loud sound, every raised voice, and he had a flashback. It was almost like when he’d come back from the war, but worse in a way. That violence had been impersonal. This was different. He sighed, his shoulders slumped. Maybe someday, he could return, but not right now.

  He looked sideways. Rey’s posture was relaxed, his long legs stretched out as he lounged back in the seat, but Caleb could see the tension in the set of his shoulders and the brackets on the sides of his mouth. It had been so long since he’d kissed that mouth, since he’d felt Rey’s hands on his body, giving him the kind of pleasure no one had until Jen.

  He looked up at the stage. Jen looked absolutely lovely as she helped Aly change. Under the bridal gown, she wore a tight white corset that revealed her tits. He had to smother a grin. He’d been right. Max had buckled her in
to the chastity device, and he’d definitely been playing with the remote. Even from here, Caleb could see the moisture covering her inner thighs.

  Rebecca, the maid of honor, then fastened some cuffs around her wrists and then placed them behind her back and fastened them together, which caused her back to arch and her breasts to jut forward. He could see Max’s pants tented by his erection as the woman eased Aly down to her knees. His best man, Mal Reynolds handed him what had to be her new collar.

  They recited a second set of vows that would make most normal clergymen turn bright red, so Caleb assumed this one must have some connection to the world of kink or he had an amazing poker face.

  Rebecca moved behind her and held her hair back so that Max could fasten the collar around her neck and lock the delicate chain before putting the key on a chain, which he then allowed Aly to place around his neck. His wasn’t locked, though, Caleb noted with a grin.

  He looked over at Rey again, who stared straight ahead at the happy couple. His hands, which had been clasped of her knee during the wedding ceremony, now moved, or at least the right one did, moving to grip Caleb’s cock tightly through his pants. Caleb tried to hold back a moan as Rey’s skilled fingers worked on him even as he whispered into his ear, “You don’t have permission to come, slave.”

  Caleb groaned again. He’d already come in his pants once this week, and even without Rey’s warning, he didn’t want to repeat the experience, but Rey knew exactly how to touch him to drive him crazy. He tried to concentrate on the ceremony, which worked for a while.

  How he wished they could have had that level of commitment. If he’d known for sure where he stood, maybe he might not have felt he had no choice but to run, or maybe he still would have. He could see the adoration Max had for Aly. He’d seen that in Rey’s eyes when they first got together, but in the last six months, work had come first. Maybe the shooting was just the last straw and they would have broken up eventually anyway, but if that was the case, why was Rey here?

  His attention was drawn back abruptly when he felt his pants being deftly unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down. It didn’t take much to coax Caleb’s engorged cock out of its confinement. Caleb thought his eyes would roll back in his head as Rey’s hand started moving harder, up and down, up and down.

  “Remember, no coming, slave. But if you are good, I just might let you suck my cock later to get me good and hard before I fuck Jen for the first time.”

  Caleb moaned harder, biting down on his tongue to suppress the sound before sighing and turning his attention back to the ceremony. After the traditional vows, the clergyman had advised that Max could not kiss his bride. Now he advised that he could spank his submissive. Pulling the covering off what Caleb and most of the guests had assumed was a makeshift altar, Mike Reynolds revealed a spanking bench.

  Helping Aly to her feet, he uncuffed her wrists and unfastened the chastity belt before gently pulling the dildos from her body then draped her over the spanking bench and started to spank her, one cheek and then the other, back and forth, back and forth until she started moaning. Reaching between her legs to check her arousal level, he moved on. Deftly he fastened her to it before pulling off his belt. Starting softly, he gradually built up the strength and speed of his strikes until she was crying out in pain and need.

  Suddenly, he dropped his belt and undid his pants. Leaning over her body, he pushed his cock deep inside her pussy, stilling once he was buried inside her, pausing to kiss the back of her neck before grasping her hips and moving inside her until she came hard, her body fighting the bonds as he continued to fuck her through two more orgasms then he came, too.

  Caleb’s cock was twitching hard now, and he felt his balls drawing up. He was going to come and didn’t know how to stop it. He looked over to Rey with pleading eyes. Rey turned toward him and handed him something.

  Caleb looked down and saw that he was holding a condom in his hand.

  “I’ve changed my mind. I want to see you come. Put this on and then make yourself come. You have two minutes before I cancel that permission and punish you later for defying me.” After Caleb took the foil packet, Rey wrapped his arm around him, pulling him tight as he stared at Caleb’s cock.

  After quickly opening the condom wrapper and sheeting himself in it, he stroked himself hard and felt the first spurts of cum jet into the rubber almost immediately. Jerking down hard, he milked himself ruthlessly before the time limit, all the while imagining it was Rey’s hand on his cock.

  “Time.” Rey handed him a tissue, and he removed the condom and tidied himself up before tucking his spent cock back into his pants. Not knowing what else to do with it, he wrapped the used condom in the tissue and tucked them both into his pocket, miserably. Rey couldn’t even be bothered to finish a hand job. He clearly didn’t really want Caleb anymore. He wondered why Rey had come after him unless it was to punish him. Caleb’s shoulders slumped as all the hope he hadn’t dared let himself feel fled, leaving him feeling worse than before. He should have walked away or, better yet, told Rey to leave, but he didn’t have the strength. He still loved Rey, no matter how poorly Rey had treated him, and he would take whatever crumbs Rey gave him before inevitably leaving him.

  He wondered how long Rey planned on staying to torment him. His job as a cop was his life, and the entire time Caleb had known him, Rey had never taken more than a four-day weekend no matter how much Caleb had begged him to come on vacation with him. He figured he had two, maybe three nights, tops, before Rey left him for good, regardless of the way Rey had taunted Jen and ordered her to submit to him for two weeks. It was clearly some kind of mindfuck to punish her for being with Caleb. No way was Rey going to be away from his job for that long. He loved that job more than anything, even Caleb.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jen watched as Caleb and Rey sat in the back row off to the side. Her attention was torn between the ceremony going on in front of her and trying to see what was going on between Caleb and Rey. She was standing with Aly when she saw them arrive, and could see the people were turning in their seats and sneaking glances at Rey. Some weren’t sneaking. Both women and men were checking out the darkly handsome stranger. And seeing him with Caleb, the differences in their coloring were as striking as the differences in their looks. Whereas Caleb was all raw-boned Scot, Rey was smooth and dangerous and Latin-looking.

  The looks were speculative, too. She was sure some people had seen the photo in the infirmary, but many others clearly had not. And they’d also seen her and Caleb together the night before. The resort was small. It had probably gotten around to all the staff, if not the guests, that she’d spent the night with Caleb. She could see the inquiring looks at her, too.

  And she’d seen Duncan slip Rey a folded paper earlier. He’d glanced at it and then slipped it into his jacket pocket. She assumed it was the two-week contract he’d mentioned. She was scared and excited at the same time. She’d never submitted to two men before. She’d never even played with two men at the same time. She snuck a glance at Rebecca. She now served two Masters, brothers she’d met here at the resort.

  But being with Caleb and Rey would be different. Rebecca’s men were brothers and concentrated all of their energy on her. With Caleb and Rey, it would be different. They were also a couple. How would it work? Would they both top her with Rey also topping Caleb? Or would Rey top them both and forbid them from being together, because as their Master, he could. She didn’t have to sign. Rey couldn’t make her do it and Duncan would not allow it, but she did owe him. She’d been with his submissive even though she didn’t realize that he and Caleb were still together. Actually, she got the impression that Caleb didn’t realize that they were still together. He’d been as shocked as her when Rey arrived.

  He must have been devastated to come after Caleb and find him in bed with a woman and topping her. She knew that the only right thing to do was to sign the contract provided there wasn’t anything unacceptable in it, and since Duncan had clearly re
viewed it, and he had a file with everyone’s hard and soft limits documented, she knew that she couldn’t use that as an excuse to refuse to sign.

  And she didn’t really want to refuse. As nervous as she was about being with two men, she was excited by the thought, too. Her nipples were diamond hard and her clit started throbbing every time she thought about submitting to the both of them.

  She could see Caleb’s worried expression and Rey’s enigmatic one as they sat close but not touching throughout the wedding ceremony. Once the collaring started, she could see Rey’s hand had begun moving, and it was clear that he was giving Caleb a hand job, at least for a while.

  She thought she could see the pain in Rey’s face. What the hell was wrong with him? She’d seen him wince earlier. Was he injured, too? The pain seemed centered on his left side. But if he was in pain, why didn’t he say something. She saw him abruptly stop what he was doing, and then she realized that he’d ordered Caleb to continue. She studied them. Caleb was too caught up in jerking off to realize that Rey was in pain, serious pain. She could tell that he’d stopped the hand job because he was in too much pain to continue.

  Clearly he was a Dom. What sub would stop because of a little pain? Especially since they’d be in a lot of pain once their Dom’s let loose on them.

  She turned back to Aly and Max, watching him remove the chastity belt and the embedded dildos before spanking and then fucking his new bride.

  Both ceremonies were beautiful, but it was the second one that had her own pussy clenching in need. She’d seen the love and desire in Max’s face and his joy in making his new bride come hard. She looked back over to Caleb and Rey with mixed feelings. While the selfless Jen should be pleased that Rey and Caleb might have a second chance, selfish Jen wished that Caleb were still acting as her Master. She knew he’d give her exactly what she needed in terms of both pain and pleasure.