The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

“How did you know I liked Greyhounds? Hell, how did you even know what they were? Not too many people do.”

“I could try to impress you with my knowledge, but it is just that I was helping Duncan at the bar earlier and he mentioned it. And he told me that you preferred them to be mostly juice with just a touch of vodka.”

“That’s my drink. Duncan, he’s the guy who runs this place?”

“Yeah. He used to bartend back in the original Club Libertine back in Seattle. He’s one of the original set of six owners. That’s also where he met Andie. She was an accountant brought in to oversee that part of operations. They’ve been together ever since. The island resort is the first of what you might call a branch of Club Libertine. They are looking to add a few more in select cities. I know they’ve talked about Dallas, San Diego, Miami or maybe Tampa, and Chicago are high on the list of possible locations.”

After that, they just sat in a companionable silence, looking at the stars and sipping their drinks. Caleb replenished their drinks once, which took care of the small bottle of vodka, but still they stayed on their bench. He felt the wind pick up a little and a small shiver go through Jen. She snuggled closer, and he pulled her tight to him, but it wasn’t enough. Turning, he took her glass and laid it by his own to one side. Then he tugged her up onto his lap and pulled her head down as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. Her legs lay over his, and he wrapped his right arm around her waist.

They sat there without talking. Caleb shifted Jen slightly in his lap so he could hold her tightly with his left arm while he glided his right hand softly down her body, almost petting her. He felt her breathing become slow and regular until he realized that she was sleeping.

He wished they were sitting somewhere more comfortable, but he would manage. He’d suffered much more uncomfortable surfaces, and if it meant he could keep Jen in his arms, he could stay that way all night.

* * * *

Slowly Jen shifted, thinking the bed was damned hard. Or had she fallen asleep sitting up on the couch? And there was something hard poking into her right side. She shifted and awoke properly with a start as a pair of hard male arms tightened around her, holding her still.

“Careful. I’d rather you didn’t break a very precious part of my anatomy.”

It was Caleb, and he sounded half-amused and half-wary.

“Oh. Oohhh.” She suddenly realized what that hard thing poking her in the side was. “I thought you didn’t like girls?”

“Apparently I do when they are wriggling around on my lap in the moonlight.”

“Oh.”

She went quiet for a moment, thinking.

“You said you’ve been with women before.”

“More girls than women. It was first year of university that I finally came to terms with my preference for men. It was easier to pretend to be like everyone else, but by the end of freshman year, I was out. My parents were shocked but eventually came around. They really liked Rey. And his folks were thrilled that he landed a doctor, whatever gender.”

“You do know I’m a woman, right?”

“Oh, yes.” He moved one big hand over a breast and squeezed lightly. “This type of equipment is only available on the female model, so I don’t have much recent experience with it, but I do know what it is and what to do with it.”

Half holding her breath, Jen found herself blurting out the words she’d been thinking since they met. She wished she could blame it on the alcohol, but their drinks were mostly grapefruit juice with a touch of vodka.

“Can you kiss me? I mean, it’s dark and if you ignore the breasts, can’t you, maybe, pretend I’m a guy?”

“You could never be mistaken for a guy. You are too soft and curvy, although you could add a few pounds. And I would never ignore your breasts.” She felt a big hand slip under her top. “It’s been a while, but it comes back to me now, how much fun they are to play with. As for kissing you…” His words trailed off as he lowered his mouth to hers.

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 tugged 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.