The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

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 reviewed 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.

Rey, on the other hand, was an unknown quantity. But if Caleb loved him, she would have to give him a chance. And she did owe him two weeks of service. She looked back at Rey and Caleb. Caleb should have looked satisfied after coming, but he just looked tense again. Rey sat back, his arm around his slave, but he didn’t look relaxed either.

Bang!

Jen jumped, startled, and then laughed as she realized that the wind had blown over a poorly set up umbrella. It stopped being funny when she realized that the unexpected sound made Caleb hit the deck, diving down in fear. She saw Rey try to stop him, and then they both hit the deck hard.

She wanted to hurry down from the stage, but she saw they were already getting up, and she knew that rushing down would just make things worse. Several people had already gone over to offer assistance and had been brusquely rebuffed. Caleb’s jaw was set as she could see him thanking folks and shaking his head at what must have been offers of assistance. She could see from the color in his cheeks that he was embarrassed, and she knew if she went to him, she’d make it worse.

And speaking of worse, she could see Rey holding his side, his jaw also set but for a different apparent reason. The man was clearly in pain and just as clearly determined not to show Caleb he was suffering.

Men! Or maybe she should be thinking, Doms!

She watched as everyone resumed his or her seats. She started again when she realized that Rey’s eyes were trained on hers. Reluctantly, she met his gaze. She reflexively touched her side and look inquiringly at him. He quickly shook his head and mouthed a word she thought was “later” as he patted the pocket she’d seen him place a paper Duncan had given him into. Presumably it was the temporary contract. She felt herself shiver with desire. If Caleb was comfort, Reynaldo Montoya was danger. Where Caleb, even in Dom mode, made it all about her and she knew that he’d only give her erotic pain to enhance her pleasure, Rey was made of different stuff. She knew that Rey would push her to her hard limits and past her soft limits, most certainly. With him, she’d have no doubt she was owned and that her Master’s pleasure came first. She wondered if they’d both fuck her at the same time. The idea scared her and turned her on. She’d never been with two men before, and the thought of it was enough to cause her clit to throb with desire.

She stole another glance at Rey and Caleb. They were back in their seats now, Caleb sitting stiffly in Rey’s embrace. Clearly, they hadn’t properly made up yet. The next two weeks would be especially interesting if they didn’t work out whatever it was that was keeping them apart.

* * * *

Rey took a deep breath as he held Caleb. His right side was on fire, and he desperately hoped he didn’t tear any of the stitches, but he still held Caleb close until his shaking subsided. Damn.

“Are you okay? Is there a problem with the wound?” Rey’s harsh tone demanded an answer.

“No, my body’s fine. You saw it earlier. It’s healing just fine.” Caleb moderated his tone, looking around at those around them who were trying not to stare. Rey’s brusque handling of Caleb’s dive to the floor had clearly embarrassed Caleb, which made Rey madder, but he didn’t know what to do. Rey didn’t care about making a scene and these weren’t his friends, but clearly they were Caleb’s and he could see that Caleb did cared about making a scene, so he sat back, deciding that the interrogation could wait.

He kept one arm around Caleb, who tried to pull free. Knowing that his lover wouldn’t want to cause more of a scene than the already had, Rey held tight and eventually Caleb subsided back in his chair, but his body was tense. Rey wanted to stroke him and feel his body melt as the desire streaked through it. And later tonight, Rey would make that happen. And then he would refuse to give him his release. He’d order him not to come as Rey flogged him and used the strap on him before fucking his ass hard. He’d punish Caleb for running away. He’d punish him for the fear and pain he’d put Rey through. He’d refuse to soften or take him back until Caleb crawled to him. Caleb wouldn’t come until Rey had fucked all of his own anger and fear out.

He’d come to the island imagining Caleb missing him, regretting his actions, maybe on the verge of breaking his contract and rushing back to Rey. Maybe he’d beg Rey to help him get out of his contract so they could go home together. Rey would act cold and he’d whip his ass before he fucked it, but once he’d appropriately tortured Caleb and Caleb had expressed proper remorse, he’d take him back and they’d go back to the way they were.

He’d been shocked to find Caleb was not alone and even more shocked to find him with a woman. He, Rey, was the one who liked men and women. Caleb hadn’t been with a woman since freshman year of college. Rey had suggested a threesome several times. Not with another man. If it was up to him, Caleb would never be with another man again, never want any cock but Rey’s, but a woman was different. A woman’s softness was nice to sink into sometimes, and they could both share her. Or maybe Caleb could fuck her and Rey would take his ass and it would be Caleb who was being shared. There were many possibilities with the right woman, one who could love them both, but he’d given up that dream when Caleb had shown no interest. He wasn’t about to force a third into their relationship and jeopardize it.

But now Caleb was sitting stiffly beside the man he’d once loved, and it killed Rey a little inside to see the bleak look on his face. It was more than just the shooting, and he wouldn’t stop until he figured out what it was and fixed it. He wouldn’t leave the island without Caleb, and if Caleb wouldn’t leave, then Rey would stay, too. He’d bus tables if he had to. He’d done it as a teenager in his Uncle Miguel’s restaurant. He could do it again for the love.

Rey looked at Caleb and then followed his gaze to the pale blonde Caleb was fixedly staring at. She was very beautiful, but a little thin. If she belonged to him, he’d fatten her up. He liked a woman to have lush curves. He’d also make her grow her hair longer. It hung down to her shoulders, so it would be long enough for a man to grasp when he was fucking her mouth, but he’d like to wrap it around his cock or maybe around Caleb’s. Of course, she was only his for two weeks. He’d have to make do with what he had to work with. He’d show Caleb that they could be good together again. And if Caleb wanted this woman as well, Rey could deal with that. He would use these two weeks to get to know her and let her get to know him.

He’d find out if Caleb was just a fling for her. If so, he’d get rid of her as quickly as possible to try to minimize any hurt to Caleb. If she returned Caleb’s feelings, then Rey would do whatever it took to bind her to his love, even if it meant that he had to eventually step aside.

But he wouldn’t give up without a fight. He was a Montoya. He sat up straighter. Caleb was his first, and if this woman wanted his man, she would have to take on him, too. He wondered if she had the courage and stamina to love two men.

Looking up at the stage, he could see the groom was still holding his new bride. He’d removed her from bondage and now had her curled up on his lap while he performed her aftercare, giving her sips of water and little kisses. He was very obviously in love with his new bride, but he was also her master. When she could walk unaided, he clipped a leash onto her collar and led her from the stage, still naked except for that collar. All eyes were on the happy couple as they exited followed by the bridal party. He saw that one of the ushers was holding Jen’s hand, and Rey realized that he didn’t like it at all. He liked it less when she laughed at something the other man said and patted the hand holding her left arm with her right hand.

He felt Caleb squeeze his arm, and when he turned, his beautiful ginger shook his head warningly. Rey glared at him and then glared at the man touching Caleb’s woman.