Sex on the Beach [Libertine Island 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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by Diane Leyne


  Mal had to smother a laugh at her expression. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. She was adorable. He was really going to have rethink his prejudice about training vanillas. Or maybe it was just Rebecca. Something about her just called out to him.

  “The relationship between a sub and her Dom or, in this case, Doms, is an intimate one. What could be more intimate than being fed from our hand?” He grinned. “Except, of course, for sex, and I don’t think you are ready for that yet.”

  He could see her nipples harden through the thin material of her bathing suit. She was turned on, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it. He watched the warring emotions on her face. Intellectually she rejected the notion of being fed. But her body was aroused by the thought. Good. It wasn’t just him.

  He reached out and ran a finger down the strap of her bikini top, running down the inside toward her breasts. Carefully, with the lightest touch, he ran his finger down the side of one and then up the other. He could see her nipples were getting harder, looking like they were trying to poke their wait through the restraining fabric. When his hand reached the top, he reached behind her neck and felt for the knot that held her top in place. With one tug on the training string, the bow undid and her top sagged down, but still covered her tits. That won’t last, he thought, smiling.

  Mal turned to his brother and nodded. Mike reached out and tugged the bow holding the bottom part of her top.

  He could see her struggle against the restraints, which only caused the top to slide down so that she was bared to his view. He reached out and removed the flimsy piece of fabric, placing it on the side of the blanket, while trying not to grin too broadly.

  “There, that’s better.”

  “For who?”

  “For me and Mike, of course.”

  “And is this part of the training?”

  “Yup. You need to get comfortable with at least partial nudity. We’re starting with just the three of us, but back at the resort, you are going to have to get used to being naked in front of others. How am I going to demonstrate some of the BDSM skills I’ll be teaching the newbies if my sub has clothes on?

  “Besides, didn’t you also teach naked yoga? You should be used to being naked with strangers.”

  “Nope. I just took the classes. Besides, this isn’t the same.”

  “And you get naked in the change rooms with complete strangers.”

  “That isn’t the same either.”

  “How is it different?”

  “Well, for one, I wasn’t restrained.”

  “Okay, I’ll give you that. How else was it different?”

  “Well, they didn’t touch me.”

  “Are we touching you?”

  She hesitated.

  “Well, are we?”

  “Nooooo.” She looked down. Her cheeks were a blazing red, and he was amused to see the color went all the way down her neck and chest to her tits.

  “Rebecca, look at me.”

  She kept her gaze downward.

  “Rebecca!” He used his best Dom voice, and her head snapped up and she looked him in the eyes, clearly startled.

  “Rebecca, we have only two weeks to train you and get you ready. We have some guests coming who’ll be used to test out the facility and how things are working. That will be your test. Either you pass and you get to stay if you want to, or you fail and go home.” He waited while she looked at him, uncertainty in her eyes. “Well, make up your mind. I’m not going to waste my time if you aren’t going to commit the process.”

  “I want to do this…” Her tone was hesitant.

  “…but you need to know more.” He waited while she nodded. “Fair enough. Let me tell you what training will entail and you decide.” She nodded again.

  “Firstly, you’ll answer ‘Yes, Sir.’ No nodding. You understand.”

  She nodded, and he frowned at her, waiting.

  “Um, I mean, yes, Sir.”

  “You have a lot to learn. Before I start, there’s something I want to put on the table for you to think about while Mike and I explain your training program. You will have until the end of our meal to answer.”

  She nodded and then hurriedly choked out a “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Firstly, you’ll need to learn how to talk to Doms and subs. There are very strict protocols in place so as to not give offense. If you break a rule, the Dom in question is allowed to discipline you, so it’s important that you understand the rules.”

  “Discipline?”

  Mike grinned. “Mostly that means spankings, but the bigger the infraction, the more serious the punishment. Think of sub training as the application of both the carrot and the stick. A good sub gets rewards with pleasure. A disobedient sub gets a punishment that will make them think twice about repeating the offense. It might be a spanking, or it might be something particular to that sub. For example, if a sub hates nipple clamps, they may have to wear them for a period of time.

  “And remember, punishment pain is not the same as erotic pain. A spanking done right can increase pleasure. Or it can just be pain. It all depends on the Dom and the sub and the situation.”

  Mal grinned as his brother’s shorts tented during that little speech. Mike was as turned on as he was. And judging by the look in Rebecca’s eyes, she was aroused, too.

  “When Mike and I have trained subs in the past, it has been for our pleasure, and by ‘our,’ I mean the three of us involved in the relationship which has always included a sexual component. However, I think I can speak for myself and my brother in this.” Rebecca looked over at Mike, who nodded vigorously. “We need to talk about that possibility before we go any further in this discussion. If you aren’t up for a ménage, you need to say something now because that is a hard limit for us from a non-work relationship perspective. If we are going to discuss a potential involvement outside of our work interactions, then it has to be a threesome. So speak up now if that’s something you won’t consider.”

  He paused and looked at Rebecca. The expression on her face was priceless. Her face was a flaming red and her eyes had gone a little unfocused when he talked about a ménage. He had to force himself not to grin at her obvious struggle to speak.

  After a false start, she cleared her throat and started again.

  “I’m open to considering such a relationship,” she finally managed to squeak out.

  Forcing himself not to grin in triumph, Mal continued in his best objective business voice.

  “Training a sub for work purposes is something new for both of us, and we’ll be learning along with you. Let’s start with our work relationship. As our assistant at the resort, you’ll be expected to be topless at certain times, particularly during certain demonstrations, and sometimes we’d prefer you to be completely naked, but that will be a part of our negotiations today, as will actual sex.

  “You need to understand that during the demonstrations, there will always be a sexual component as I demonstrate various tools and techniques to bring a sub to orgasm or to discipline them or to torment them. Even if you decide on no sex, you have to be comfortable with me handling your body while you are partially or fully naked, so think hard on what you want. That’s not negotiable.”

  Mal paused, watching Rebecca's reaction to his words while he tried to control his own reaction. He had a sudden vivid picture in his mind of a naked Rebecca spread out in front of him, waiting for him to… Firmly he pushed that thought out of his mind as his cock hardened. He had to finish this discussion before all of his blood rushed to his cock and he could still speak coherently.

  “As I previously mentioned, we would both be interested in exploring a sexual relationship with you beyond just our work relationship. It’s not something I planned, although I think that Mike, here, might have had something like that in mind since he met you back in San Francisco.” His brother smiled and nodded, giving a big thumbs-up. “In fact, as you probably noticed, I was actively hostile this morning to the idea of getting stuck with
a vanilla for a year, but I find my feelings have changed.

  “In order to get you ready for the resort review that is going to be done in two weeks, we need to spend the next two weeks in full Dom/sub training mode with all that entails, with or without the sexual component. After the evaluation, if you pass and decide to stay on, we can all decide we want to continue. If you decide you don’t want to continue the sexual side of our relationship or you want a more open relationship, there will be no hard feelings on our side, and we expect the same from you if we make that decision.”

  He could see that his words were having an effect on her. Her nipples were harder than ever, and her eyes had taken on a bit of a glazed quality as she absorbed his words. He felt his cock grow hard. He wanted her, damn it. He was well and truly an idiot. Or honorable. Or whatever. If she didn’t want sex, he would do the right thing and have as many cold showers as it took. He’d survive. He was a big boy, but he was surprised by how much he wanted her to say yes to trying out a relationship.

  “Don’t answer now. Think on it. Let’s eat first. And if you are still not ready to answer, we’ll give you more time. And feel free to say no. We don’t want you to feel pressured into having a sexual relationship with us if you don’t want to. Being with two men isn’t for everyone, and I can understand that. Remember, that while we do need to teach you how to deal appropriately with the Doms and subs that’ll be visiting, it is your choice whether we train. Do you understand the difference?”

  Why had he given her until after lunch to answer? He’d even told her she could delay her answer until tomorrow. He was an idiot and going to have blue balls by the time they got to the resort. If she said no or decided to put off making a decision, he was going to have to jerk off.

  He saw her nod.

  “Good. Now for our meal, why don’t you relax and let us be in charge so you get a taste of what it would be like. I’m going to put you on speech restriction for now. You may answer ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’ to a direct question, but nothing else. Now what do you say? Do you understand my instructions?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Mal didn’t realize how worried he was she was going to say no and freak out over what she’d gotten herself into and ask to be taken straight to the resort until she nodded. He let out a sigh of relief.

  “Good. Now, Mike, did you check her file before you packed lunch? Does our pet have any food allergies I need to be aware of?”

  “I don’t have any food allergies. I don’t eat shellfish or veal, but other than that, I’m good with most anyth…”

  He turned to her, his expression deliberately cold. Her voice trailed off until the last word died unfinished.

  “Did I speak to you? Ask you a question?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Even if you didn’t know anything about BDSM before the job offer, did you not do any research before you came here?”

  He could see her almost bristle with indignation.

  “Of course I did. I’m an academic. Research is what I do.”

  He just raised an eyebrow and waited.

  “I have read a number of books on the subject including The Dominant’s Guide by Dr. Joshua McClain, a noted researcher and academic.”

  “And did you learn anything from your research? Like maybe what you did wrong?”

  “I, er, spoke without permission.”

  “That’s right. And you did it right after I told you what the rule was. You didn’t even last sixty seconds. Mike, what do you think would be a fitting punishment for our trainee?”

  “Well, if it wasn’t time to eat, I’d suggest a gag for a while, but that would make it hard to eat. And she’s already on speech restriction.”

  “Not that it did any good.” Mal sighed loudly. “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. You are still on speech restriction and will remain on speech restriction until we get back to the boat. At that time, and based on how you behave for the rest of our time on the beach, I’ll announce what your punishment is. In the meantime, you may only speak if you are having a medical issue such as a cramp or pain of some sort. Just say medical, and we’ll attend to it. You don’t get a proper safe word because we are not in a scene. If we were, you’d have the usual ‘red’ to stop things because you couldn’t handle what was happening or ‘yellow’ to slow things down because you are feeling overwhelmed. But today, you just get medical.

  “If you understand, nod your head.”

  Chapter Seven

  Rebecca found herself nodding. She tried to force herself to remain calm, but she was shaking inside. All of the reading that she’d done, and no way would she ever admit that much of it had been done before she’d ever heard of Libertine Island, couldn’t have prepared her for how it would feel to sit here like this, her breasts exposed, her arms restrained behind her, and two hot Doms in front of her.

  And now she was on speech restriction with a punishment coming.

  She sighed.

  She watched as they each filled a plate with the delicious looking food. She’d have liked to fill a plate with food, too. Were they going to make her watch them eat? Surely they weren’t serious about feeding her. This whole not talking thing was killing her, but she was damned if she was going to earn another punishment.

  But the food did look good. She looked from one brother to the other, trying to look pitiful so that one of them would take pity on her.

  Mal’s sudden laugh made her jump.

  “That, pet, is called topping from the bottom. Don’t try to look all innocent now. I saw your expression. You were trying to take control, even without words. I can see we’ve been too lenient. Mike, help our sub up into the correct pose.

  “Rebecca, get on your knees and spread them wide. This is known as the kneeling pose. We’ll expect it from you whenever we point to the ground at our feet or say kneel. Of course, if we were training you properly, you’d be naked so that we can get a good clear view of your pussy, but since we still haven’t finalized our agreement about the extent of your training, we’ll let you leave the bottoms on for now.”

  Even with her bikini bottom on, Rebecca felt exposed, as the men looked her up and down.

  “Knees just a bit more apart.” She widened her knees, coloring when she realized how she would look if she did this naked. She’d be completely exposed to them, and they’d be able to see the moisture that was currently seeping from her pussy. Although, even the bottoms she was wearing wouldn’t stop it from running down her thighs eventually. She was just so damned turned on, she realized. Her nipples were tight. Her pussy was throbbing with need, and the cream was flowing. She didn’t know if it was the restraints, the way they controlled her, or their promises of even more dominance and pleasures to be had.

  She didn’t notice the hand in front of her face with a piece of chicken until she heard Mike’s voice. He was the easygoing brother, but she could hear the sound of annoyance in his voice.

  “Rebecca!”

  She turned to look at him and realized that he’d been attempting to feed her and she’d been caught up in her thoughts. That was a big no-no according to Dr. McClain’s book. She hung her head. She was a terrible sub.

  Mike pinched her nipple hard, twisting it slightly. “Ouch.” She looked up immediately, and she knew there was shock and pain on her face. She wanted to put her hand over it and rub it, but with her hands behind her back, it was impossible. He didn’t let go, but the nature of his touch changed and became more caressing, and the pain morphed into something different, too. She could feel the pleasure shooting down to her pussy as if the two were connected.

  And now her other nipple was feeling neglected. She had to force herself to stay still. Luckily, or maybe not, he seemed to read her mind and turned his attention to her other breast.

  She couldn’t help it and moaned her pleasure before desperately trying to hold in further sounds.

  She heard Mal laugh. “That’s okay, pet. Sounds of
pleasure and pain are allowed. Just not actual words. Understand?”

  She nodded quickly before closing her eyes and moaning again as Mike caressed both nipples. She desperately hoped he’d use his mouth and was disappointed when he pulled back.

  “That was supposed to be a punishment.” He laughed. “So I still owe you one. Now eat.”

  This time when he held up the chicken, she opened her mouth and let him feed her. It felt…strange. No one had fed her since she was a small child. It made her feel taken oddly taken care off. Mike continued to feed her as Mal periodically lifted a bottle with a straw to her mouth so she could sip water after every few mouthfuls. He even used a napkin to wipe her mouth. Of course, when some of the potato salad dropped off the fork and onto her breast, he’d used his mouth to remove it, leaving her moaning again.

  She wished she could press her knees together. She knew that her thighs were probably streaked with moisture from her arousal. And then she had a realization. She was turned on, more than she had been in years, really. Before she came here, she’d told herself she was going to be brave and have sexual adventures and just be free. So why was she hesitating? A ménage relationship with two hot guys, even if it was just a fling…how much more adventurous could she get than that? And the idea of being trained as a submissive to obey their every command…how often had she fantasized about just such an opportunity ever since she’d read her first BDSM book.

  And now the opportunity was here, and she was hesitating. Damn it. She could do this. She wasn’t going to be a coward. They’d even given her an easy out. It was just for a two-week trial period on both sides. If it wasn’t working, she really did believe that there would be no hard feelings, and if there were, well, worst case, she’d head back to San Francisco and find another job.

  Sure it was a risk, but she wasn’t going to be the little old lady sitting in her rocking chair thinking about what might have been. She was going to be the one with all of the stories about her adventures, starting now.

  “Sirs, please may I speak?”

 

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