The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

He was feeling possessive, he realized. She belonged to Caleb, and he wouldn’t let her hurt Caleb. He would beat her ass and make sure she realized that even though he, Rey, would be Master to them both, she also belonged and submitted to Caleb. He decided she’d be a present for Caleb. Over the next two weeks, he’d made sure that if Caleb wanted to be her Master that she would submit to him in all ways.

Of course, that didn’t mean he would be totally selfless. The idea of sharing this woman with Caleb sent a surge of lust through him. He would re-bond with Caleb over this woman. Together, they would plan how to train her to be theirs. In fact, maybe he would also dominate her without Caleb. Caleb had to work, and Rey would have many hours alone with her to teach her to submit to him. If he taught her to crave his touch as well as Caleb’s, then Caleb would be tied to him through this woman.

The more he thought about it, the more this plan appealed. Together, they would teach her to submit, to satisfy their every desire, and in turn, they would train her to crave their touch, their cocks, them. They would bond over training Jen. They would discuss her needs and how they would teach her to be theirs.

And Rey would make sure that he was a part of this new relationship by taking advantage of the times Caleb was working to train her to respond to him so that if Caleb wanted to keep her, he would have to keep Rey around, too. He knew his lover. If Caleb believed that Jen needed Rey around, then he would put up with him, and maybe, just maybe, Rey could make him fall in love again.

He knew that he only had two weeks guaranteed to make this happen, and he was nothing if not confident, normally, but he realized that the strange churning that in his stomach for weeks now was not a possible ulcer. It had gotten worse since the plane had touched town on St. Maarten and had nothing to do with air sickness or sea sickness from the boat trip to the island. What it was, was fear. The most intense fear that Rey had ever felt, except for that terrible moment when he’d seen Caleb fall to the ground, a bloom of blood on his green scrubs. He’d thought he’d lost him then to a bullet, and now he worried he’d lost him to the aftermath of that bullet.

He would do anything to get him back, anything to make him feel safe and happy again. He hoped that would be with him, but he would walk away if it was not. But he wouldn’t walk away without trying. And he wouldn’t walk away without doing everything he could to ensure that Caleb was happy, and if that happiness meant Jen, then Rey would include her in the plan, preferably the three of them together, but if, in the end, Caleb wanted only Jen, then Rey would gift wrap her for him.

Chapter Twelve

Jen could feel the steel in Rey Montoya. He held her in an iron grip, her body tight to his as he moved her smoothly in time to the music. His muscles were rippling beneath the golf shirt and impeccable khakis he wore as he led her across the floor. He had left his jacket thrown casually over the chair he had vacated as he led her back to the dance floor.

After they’d left the makeshift chapel and moved under the outdoor tent that had been set up for the party, she’d asked Caleb to dance, ignoring the man sitting beside him. She had noticed Rey’s amused look as he’d insisted Caleb dance with her and that he would be fine waiting on the sidelines for them, but hadn’t understood it.

“I can wait my turn. Beware your toes, kitten. I like to dance, and you shall be my partner.”

However, she quickly realized the significance of the look and the comment. Rey hadn’t been joking about worrying about the safety of her toes. Caleb had absolutely no sense of rhythm on the dance floor. No wonder when they danced earlier, he’d held her so tightly, barely moving around the floor.

After one extremely painful time around the dance floor, he’d lead her back to the seating area where she’d seen Rey’s amused expression. He’d stood as they approached and held out his hand. Without hesitating, Caleb had handed her off to the other man, neither of them asking her opinion in the matter, and here she was, out on the dance floor with the man she’d be calling Master for the next two weeks.

Rey, unlike Caleb, knew exactly what he was doing. He moved with assurance and enjoyment, his large hand holding her while his right arm pulled her tight to his body. His movements had a natural grace. He wasn’t showy. He didn’t dance to impress other people. He moved to the music and he moved for her, rubbing up against her, inflaming her body, and holding her tightly as he moved her with him on the dance floor

She didn’t recognize the song, but it had strong Latin rhythms, and Rey’s body moved sinuously against hers. As the song changed and the music slowed, he took her right hand and placed it on his shoulder and he moved his arm around her, sliding his hand lower until her was cupping her ass tightly.

Now she could feel more than just his hard thighs as he pulled her even tighter to him, pushing his leg between hers and trapping one of hers between his. His hard cock pushing against her as if trying to push free of his pants and take her right on the dance floor. She tried to make some room, but he cupped her ass with both hands now, pulling her hard against him, grinding her lower body against his cock.

She moaned as a jolt of desire sliced through her. She knew her nipples had now hardened to diamond-like status and were pushing against his chest. His mouth nibbled up her neck until his mouth was against her ear.

“Do you like what you feel, kitten? My cock is hard for you. I know you can feel it. I can feel your body’s responses to me. Your breasts, your nipples. I can even smell our desire. If I were to put my hand between your legs, would I feel the wetness? Are your thighs slick with your desire?”

Jen felt her face flame. They were in a BDSM resort. There were couples on the dance floor full on having sex. She and Rey were fully dressed, but she felt naked.

“You don’t have to answer, my pet. I can feel your moisture against my thigh. I’ll have a wet spot when this dance is over, baby.”

Jen tried to pull away, but he held her tightly until her left hand hit his right side as she struggled. His sound of pain as he grabbed his side immediately brought her back to him.

“Something’s wrong. Let me see.”

“No.” He pulled her tight to him again.

She struggled, but he grabbed her wrists and held them behind her as he ground against her some more, making her arch her back so he could kiss his way down her neck and between her covered breasts.

“Yes, something is wrong. Let me get Caleb.”

“No, you will not get Caleb. It is not serious, and he doesn’t need to know.”

“But!”

“Shh. Stop talking now, or I will have to punish you. I know you haven’t read our contract, but you will find that I have final say in everything, and if I don’t want you to tell Caleb something, you don’t tell him. Understand, pet?”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts.” He smacked her ass hard twice with is left hand and then squeezed it, smoothing out the heat, which seemed to go directly to her already-engorged clit. She felt her respiration speed up, and her breasts swelled. Giving in to the sensation, she rubbed herself against his thigh. Two could play this game.

“Ah, my sweet pet wants to come.” He tightened his grip on her ass and pressed his thigh between her legs harder, pushing her clit against him, moving her up and down until she could feel the tremors begin. She pressed harder and then… nothing. He’d pulled away from her, leaving her hanging. She reached out for him, but he just chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he led her back to a waiting Caleb.

“I think now would be a good time to go over our pet’s temporary contract. Is there somewhere around here we can speak quietly? I don’t want to go back to the room until she’d had a chance to sign it because when we do, I intend for her to suck us both off before we tie her to the bed and play with her.”

Jen felt the moisture surge in her pussy from his words. Maybe a two-week contract was just what she needed. She’d be able to immerse herself in the lifestyle again, but there’d be an end date. She could then decide what she wanted to do going forward. Maybe she’d find she was now ready to dive back in full time. Or maybe she wasn’t. But she’d get two weeks with two extremely hot men.

She looked at Caleb, whose pants were also tented by an erection. She wondered if he was turned on by seeing her hump Rey’s leg and wanted to fuck her or if it just made him want to be fucked by Rey. How did their relationship even work, anyway? If Rey was the Dominant, then what did Caleb normally get to do with his own cock? He’d obviously take Rey’s in his ass and his mouth, the thought of which was making her surprisingly hot. She realized that she wanted to see Caleb on his knees sucking off Rey. But did he ever get to sink his cock into Rey? Or was that why he was finding enjoyment with her? He got to sink his cock into her mouth and pussy, and he’d talked about preparing her ass to take him. Was it the newness of being able to sink his cock inside her and fuck her that he enjoyed? Maybe he was just enjoying the novelty of being with a woman?

She realized that she was working herself up with no evidence and drawing conclusions without all of the facts. She was a lawyer, trained to logic and reasoning and was known for her icy calm in the courtroom. But she didn’t feel icy calm right now. She was so horny that she couldn’t see straight, and she was terrified that she was developing feelings for Caleb that he would never returned, and maybe two weeks was a terrible idea because she’d probably be full-on in love with him by then… She took a deep breath. Two weeks with Caleb. And Rey. If she said no and left, how would she feel? Would she regret turning down the time with them? She knew that no matter how demanding Rey was, at the end of the day, signing the contract was her choice. He would not force her. Somehow, she knew he would respect her decision.

Caleb picked up Rey’s jacket and led the way back to his clinic and unlocked the door. Rey walked her through the doors and sat her down in the waiting room as Caleb closed the door behind them.

“Lock it and then sit beside her. I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

Rey took his jacket back, after extracting the contract, and tossed it on an empty chair. He placed the papers on the table before settling in the chair opposite them.

“Duncan helped me to draft this. It is between the three of us. Caleb, you left our contract behind when you ran away, but you didn’t sign the section canceling it, so I consider you to still be my property. However, for the next two weeks, that contract will be superseded by this one that includes Jen. It contains specific provisions to cover the punishments that you both have earned, you by running away and Jen for using my property without permission. Unfortunately, I can’t punish you for fucking her or for topping her because that wasn’t something we ever considered when we drew up our latest contract.

“Why, Caleb. We’ve discussed playing with a woman before, but the one time we tried it, you wouldn’t even let her suck your dick. Now you are fucking her pussy? What changed?”

Caleb shrugged, his expression impassive but his cheeks glowing red.

“Don’t think we aren’t going to visit the subject.” He turned to address the both of them. “The contract is simple. For the next two weeks, you both belong to me. Period. Caleb, obviously you have to work. But when you aren’t working, you come back to our room, get on your knees, and wait for my instructions. Jen, you are mine twenty-four-seven. The both of you eat when I say, sleep when I say, fuck when I say, and come when I say. I obviously know Caleb’s hard limits, although I have modified them for this contract since the existing one says
no other sex partners
and, specifically,
no women
. I have read Jen’s paperwork that everyone fills out before coming to the island. I am fine with the hard limits specified. One of your soft limits, pets, was ménage. Obviously, that one is changed in our temporary contact. You’ll submit to both me and Caleb in all ways, including sexually.”

“Master?”

“Yes, Caleb.”

“Do you really mean that? I can top Jen?”

“Oh, yes, my sweet. It obviously gave you pleasure, or you wouldn’t have violated the terms of our contract. If she means that much to you, then you shall have her. All of her, once I have extracted the punishment I have already announced. I shall have her ass first. Other than that, I expect we shall live as one happy threesome, under my control, of course. I will enjoy having
her
ass while you are buried in her pussy, just as at times I will enjoy having
your
ass while you are in her pussy.”

Jen was only half listening as she read the contract, but she heard the last part and had to stop herself from just signing the damned contract so she could experience her darkest fantasies come to life. But as a lawyer, it was second nature for her to read contacts before signing them, and she couldn’t break years of training. The document was much shorter than she had expected. It referred specifically, as Rey had, to her pre-island questionnaire and to his previous contract with Caleb and the two modifications he’d mentioned.

“I don’t understand,” she stated.

“You don’t understand, what?” Rey’s tone was cool.

“I don’t understand this clause…”

“You don’t understand,
what?
Maybe you haven’t gotten to that part of the contract. You are to address me by title at all times, pet.”