The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“Remind me never to get involved with a Dom.”

“But didn’t I see you following around with Carter Hayes last night? You aren’t going to try to tell me he’s isn’t a Dom, are you?”

“Sure he’s a Dom, but he’s not
my
Dom. He’s just someone to fool around with for a few days until I head back to Chicago. It’s a fantasy. He suggested that his brothers join us one night before I go, and I’m seriously considering it. When else am I ever going to get a chance to have not one, not two, but three hot guys in my bed?”

“Three? Wow, and I thought that Rebecca’s two guys would be a handful.”

“Hey, it’s not like it’s a love match for me and Carter, not like Rebecca and her guys. Hell, the way Mal and Mike look at her, they are so clearly head over heels for her. But just because it’s fun and not love doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t have some too before we leave. Hell, when I’m old and gray and respectable, I can look back and remember my crazy night with three brothers.”

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 into 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.