by Diane Leyne
She saw the brothers freeze and then exchange glances.
“Since you ask so nicely, speak, sub.” Mal’s voice was cold.
“I have made my decision.”
“Decision?”
“Yes. I have decided that I do want you two to train me, and I want to be your sub in every sense of the word, at least for the two-week trial period that you suggested. At that time, we can decide whether to continue going forward.
“That is, if you still want to train me.”
* * * *
Mike had to stop himself from jumping up and doing his touchdown dance. He did allow himself the pleasure of leaning forward and kissing her hard on the mouth, his tongue invading its hot depths with intent and a promise of what was to come. She kissed him back tentatively at first and then with growing confidence. When he pulled away, she looked disappointed.
“You know, I could do better if I had the use of my hands.”
“Second punishment.”
Mike laughed out loud at the outrage on Rebecca’s face, which drove away all signs of arousal. Hmm. Maybe it wasn’t so funny after all. He’d been hard since he’d spanked her on the boat, and he had no intention of leaving the beach without having her first.
He looked over at his brother, who had his best stern Dom expression on his face. But Mike could see the twinkle in his eyes. His brother was up to something. He had to restrain himself from showing his glee. Oh, yes. Whatever it was, it was going to be good.
“I think it is time for dessert. I’m thinking that the peaches look fresh. What do you think, Mike? Would you like a nice juicy peach?”
“Absolutely! But I think we are out of plates. However, I think we have an alternative handy.” Reaching behind Rebecca, he unclipped her wrists before moving her arms in front of her and refastening the cuffs. Then he pushed her down onto her back. He reached into his bag and pulled out a short chain, which he clipped to where the cuffs were joined and then to the handle of the cooler.
“Do not move. If you cause the cooler to tip, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?” He waited for her to answer and then realized that she was afraid to speak. “Sub, you may answer a direct question when you are asked. The correct answer is ‘yes, Sir.’ Can you manage that?”
“Yes Sir. To both questions.”
“Good. Now lay back and keep still like a good table should.”
He paused, looking at the way the light fell onto her face and how she squinted, trying to watch what he was doing.
“Oops. Almost forgot something.” Reaching back into his bag, he pulled out a blindfold. “Since she doesn’t have any sunglasses, this will protect the table’s eyes from the sun.”
Chapter Eight
Rebecca didn’t know whether she was relieved by the blindfold or scared or aroused. All of those emotions stirred inside her. What did Mike mean by “table”? And Mal had looked positively gleeful at the thought.
Rebecca tried to relax. She’d agreed to this, and now all she had to do was wait. She was half-naked and lying blindfolded and tied up between two hot men. How on earth could she relax?
Wait. Amend that thought. She was now tied up half-naked between two hot men. Now she felt a hand moving lightly down one side of her body, barely skimming the surface but enough to cause goose bumps to rise as well as her arousal.
She felt a second hand running down the other side of her body, and when she realized two different men were caressing her body, she thought she’d come on the spot. She moaned when one of the hands dipped into her belly button, swirling in a circle. She couldn’t hold back her moan when the hands dipped down to the V of her legs and gently tugged them apart before moving up her body, again bypassing the covering over her pussy. This time she moaned in frustration.
She started to push her legs back together when she felt a sharp slap on her thigh. She quickly spread them again.
“Good girl.” She thought the speaker was Mal. She realized that their voices were very similar. Before she could think more, she felt one of them moving down near her feet. He buckled cuffs around her ankles much like the ones on her wrists, she thought. But then he added something else. He pushed her legs further apart and attached something to the cuffs between her legs. This time, when she went to close them, they wouldn’t move.
“Spreader bar, pet. To keep you open for our viewing pleasure. And other pleasures, too, if you’re a good girl. Now one last thing and our table will be ready.”
She felt the strings on her bikini go loose and then it being gently tugged from her body. Now she was well and truly naked and grateful for the blindfold as she lay spread out before them.
“Bare. Very nice.” She felt him trace her folds and her body tense as she waited for him to move a finger between her folds and maybe stroke her clit or slip inside her, but he barely touched her before withdrawing his hand.
This time she knew the speaker was Mal. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before nibbling his way down her neck but stopping before he reached her breasts. Damn him. She moved restlessly, wanting, needing them to touch her again.
She was distracted by an odd sensation. She felt something cold dripping on her breasts. It was wet, and she thought there were lumpy bits. Then she felt something pressed against her nipples and rubbed into the delicate skin. Whatever it was, it was squishy and bits of it adhered to her skin.
“Open wide.” It was Mal, and he was holding something up to her mouth. “Have a taste.” She felt something drip into her mouth. Peach juice. Oh my god. They’d been rubbing ripe peaches on her breasts?
“Oh my god!” This time she said it out loud, but she didn’t care about punishment. The only thing she could think about was the two mouths on her, licking and sucking and nibbling up the peaches from her skin. It felt so good she thought she was going to come on the spot until both mouths left her at once. She could have wept from the sense of loss until she realized they were talking about her just like she wasn’t there.
“What did you think, Mal?”
“Peach-flavored tits are very good, aren’t they?”
“Yup. I’m going to have to try them again. What about you?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about peach-flavored pussy. What do you think?”
“Here’s another peach. Why don’t you give it a try?”
Rebecca thought her eyes were going to roll back in her head when she felt the cool peach juice drip down onto her bare pussy. Mike pushed her legs up so her knees were bent, and then he pushed them apart and down so she was completely opened up. She could feel the warm air moving over her bare pussy. She’d never waxed down there before, but from her reading she knew that many subs were bare, and she’d wanted to fully immerse herself in the experience. Now she was glad she did.
She felt him position himself between her legs, and then she felt something cool and squishy rubbed between her pussy lips and over her clit. Another peach!
She felt Mike lower his head and lick her from her pussy opening all the way up to her clit. Her back arched as the pleasure shot through her. She heard Mal’s rumbling laugh.
“Like that, do you?”
She nodded enthusiastically. He seemed to be lying beside her. He leaned over her and started sucking on a nipple again while kneading the other with his fingers. The sensations were almost overwhelming as Mike used his talented tongue on her, licking and sucking up all of the peach juice and her juices as well.
“So, how does peach and pussy juice taste?”
“Amazing. I may suggest it as Ben and Jerry’s next ice cream flavor.”
She heard Mal’s chuckle and realized that her hands were unclipped and unchained from the cooler. Then all four hands were on her, turning her over, which was not easy with the spreader bar between her legs. Carefully they positioned her on her knees before attaching her cuffs together again behind her back. She felt Mike position himself between her legs, and then they carefully lowered her down so her pussy was over his face. H
e gripped her hips, holding her in place, and went back to work pleasuring her.
She stopped wondering about the change of position and gave herself over to the feeling of his mouth on her pussy when she realized that Mal had moved, too. He was now in front of her, presumably on his knees.
“Would you like some of that delicious peach, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then you shall have some. Open wide.”
She obeyed, sticking out her tongue, expecting him to drip some more juice into her mouth. She quickly realized that wasn’t his intention as she felt the head of his cock push past her lips. She moaned as she felt Mike push a finger inside her as he nipped at her clit.
“I can see you aren’t going to be able to concentrate to do a proper job of this.”
She tried to talk. Mike had just shoved in a second finger, and with the cock in her mouth, it just came out garbled.
“Don’t try to talk, pet. We’ll be training you how to focus on sucking cock even while you are being distracted. We’ll also teach you how to hold off your orgasms until you have permission to come, but I have a feeling that now is not the time for such a lesson, so you have permission to come as much as you like, but enjoy it while you can. It won’t be happening for a while. Now just relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. I’ll do all the work. This time.”
She felt his hands tangle in her hair as he slid his cock between her lips. He moved gently at first in and out of her mouth. She tried to suck gently and caress him with her tongue, but Mike added a third finger inside her. All rational thought fled and she gave herself over to the sensation. Suddenly it was too much and she felt a climax slam through her. Her body tensed and then convulsed, but Mal held her head tightly so her mouth never left his cock.
Mal tilted her head back slightly to an angle that pleased him, and he pushed deeper into her mouth. That got her attention as his cock bumped against the back of her throat. He adjusted the angle again and pushed deeper. Rebecca struggled to relax her throat.
She heard Mal groan in pleasure as he continued moving.
At the same time, she felt Mike move from between her legs. She tried to protest, but her words were lost against Mal’s determined cock, which effectively gagged her. Mike repositioned her so that her butt was lifted off the ground, which changed the angle of Mal’s cock in her mouth. With her hands restrained, she had no balance or control and was grateful as Mal’s hands tightened on her hair almost painfully to adjust the angle of his penetration again
She almost jumped out of her skin when Mike’s hands moved back on her hips and his cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet and slick that with one push he slid all the way in, his balls slapping against her skin. She wiggled her hips in impatience. She needed him to move as the beginnings of another orgasm began building. Lying against her back, he chuckled in her ear as his arms moved around her, the left one gripping her breast and the right one slipping between her slippery folds and pressing down on her clit lightly.
The tremors started in her body, and another climax built. She tried to rub against the hand on her clit because she just needed a bit more pressure to come, but then Mike pulled his hand away, gripping her other breast instead. With both hands, he pinched and twisted her nipples almost painfully, pulling them away from her body as she groaned in pain and arousal as the sensation went straight to her clit, causing it to swell even more. Damn it, she just needed a bit more to send her over the edge again.
Then his hands left her breasts, and she felt a smack on her left butt cheek before he gripped her hips and started moving in and out of her, setting a hard, fast rhythm. Mal matched it, and for a few long minutes, the two men set a punishing rhythm that pushed her arousal higher and higher. Suddenly Mal stopped. His cock, buried deep in her throat, jerked slightly, and then stream after stream of hot, salty cum shot down her throat. He groaned as she tightened her mouth on him, sucking hard, milking every last drop.
Then he pulled out, and it was just Mike inside her, riding her hard. Without Mal’s support, her body sagged forward with Mike pressing her down into the blanket. She turned her head to one side, her shoulders and chest pressed down by his weight, her ass in the air as he pounded into her over and over before reaching around and pinching her clit just as his own climax gripped him. She was lost in her own orgasm, her body spasming uncontrollably as his hands held her hips again as he shot his load of cum into the condom he was wearing.
Then he carefully withdrew and rolled off her as Mal helped her onto her side. Her chest was heaving, as if she’d run a marathon. She’d never had more than one orgasm at a time, but this time she’d lost track as she’d come over and over at their hands. She felt them unlock the cuffs and turn her over onto her back, moving her hands in front of her. Then Mal helped her sit up and held a bottle of water to her lips. She swallowed gratefully as her body sagged against his.
“Oh my god,” she gasped before taking another drink. “If the next two weeks are like this, it might just kill me, but I’ll die happy.”
Chapter Nine
Mal steered the boat back toward Libertine Island. Rebecca was wrapped tightly in a blanket and sitting on Mike’s knee. They all needed to talk about hard limits and soft limits and sleeping arrangements, but right now, they were all basking in the afterglow.
They were about a half mile off shore when he idled the engine. Going into the cabin, he returned with the bra top and bike shorts that Rebecca had left behind when she’d changed into her bikini. Between the two of them, they got her dressed against her protests that she could do it herself.
“Pet, you have to understand that you are ours now, and it is not your decision. If we want to dress you, we will. Of course, it’s more likely that we’ll want to undress you, but since you’re arriving at the resort for the first time, we thought you’d prefer to do it wearing clothes.”
He watched Rebecca’s face flamed as she nodded and stopped struggling and let them dress her.
“Quick reminder, baby.” Mike slapped her ass before pulling up her shorts. “You must always be respectful to Doms. No ‘yeah’ or ‘uh-huh’ or nodding. When we speak to you, you’ll reply ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir.’ Got it?”
She nodded and then quickly added, “Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.” Mike leaned down and kissed her forehead as Mal went back to the wheel and got the boat moving again.
Mal felt Rebecca move beside him, and he reached out an arm and pulled her close, enjoying the feeling of her body leaning against his, her head resting against his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. She turned and kissed him back. He had to break the kiss all too soon as he pulled up to the dock and skilfully guided to boat into its berth.
He grabbed Rebecca’s hand and helped her up the steps and onto the dock. Mike handed over the towels to his brother, who then loaded them into Rebecca’s arms. Next he grabbed the cooler, which Mal helped him unload. Together they led the way toward dry land, Rebecca hurrying behind.
At the end of the dock, Mal spotted Harvey, a young sub who helped with the boats. He and Mike set down the cooler.
“Harv, we need some help. Can you see that this cooler is returned to the kitchen, and then you’ll find Rebecca’s two suitcases back on the Kitty Kat. Can you fetch them and take them to my and Mike’s room?”
“Yes, Sirs!” Harvey grinned broadly, happy to be of service. Mal hoped he found a good Domme to care for him. He was a very sweet sub and deserved someone who would appreciate him.
He grabbed one of Rebecca’s hands, and Mike grabbed the other.
“Time to show you where you’ll be working, pet.”
* * * *
They surprised her by starting at the infirmary. Dr. Caleb McKenna was the doctor in residence for the first three months of operation. They weren’t sure if they needed a full-time MD or if a nurse would be sufficient, so the owners had decided to err on the side of caution, hence Caleb. He was a fellow redhead, but u
nlike Rebecca, who had dark red hair, his was a true ginger. He’d come to Libertine Island from Scotland by way of Miami where he had practiced for ten years before getting tired of patching up gunshot victims as he worked in areas that desperately needed doctors, generally because most doctors were afraid of working there. However, he’d been in the army, which was how he paid for medical school, so getting shot at wasn’t new to him. He had, however, burned out and needed a break.
He saw working at Libertine Island as a sort of sabbatical where he could recharge his batteries and recommit to his chosen profession. He welcomed her and took a few minutes to go over her medical records after shooing out the brothers. He talked to her about making sure her asthma was being properly managed, and then he gave her the talk on STDs and pregnancy prevention. Once he was satisfied that her head was screwed on straight, he sent her back to the brothers with a promise to talk again soon. She was happy to find another so-called vanilla on the property until he opened the door and walked her back to where the Reynolds brothers were waiting impatiently.
As he returned her to the waiting men, he paused to ask her if she was looking for a Dom or just on the island for a job, as he himself was looking for a slave and he would be interested in getting to know her better, if her interests ran that way.
He seemed nice, and she found herself considering it, but the Reynolds brothers had other ideas.
“She’s ours. Find your own slave, Doc. Also, Rebecca, he has a small dick. He could never be able to satisfy you like the two of us can.”
Caleb laughed good-naturedly, telling Rebecca that the offer stood because her two teachers were such wusses it took two of them to satisfy a woman and he could do that all on his own. From the way the three men laughed, she decided that this was some kind of running joke and decided to just laugh along with them.
After leaving Caleb, the full-on tour commenced.
By the time they returned to the lobby, Rebecca’s head was spinning. The facilities were more extensive than she could ever have imagined, particularly since it wasn’t a huge resort, although it was built in such a way that there was room to add another hundred or so rooms if demand warranted it. And there was still some last-minute construction being completed, but it looked to easily be done for the grand opening in a month. Mike and Mal introduced her to their construction manager, Chris Hayes, who immediately noted that she wasn’t wearing a collar. Mal just growled at him and dragged her back on the tour, with Chris’s laughter echoing behind them.