The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

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.

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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.

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 gripping 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.