by Diane Leyne
“You are incorrigible, Jen. And the boyfriend’s not here. He said they broke up a few months ago.”
“There you go. He needs consolation. You desperately need to get laid. Two problems solved at once.”
“You really think I’m so desperate to get laid that you are trying to set me up with a gay man? Am I that pathetic? Really, Maggie!”
“No I don’t think you are pathetic. But Hank’s been gone for five years, and you aren’t dead. You need a man. Of course I’d prefer to hook you up with some hot hetero Dom, but I have to work with what I’ve got. The doctor is the first man you’ve shown any interest in since I can remember. So I say, go for it.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Yes I am.”
Chapter Three
The next evening, Jen sat on the couch watching the action with the pen and paper on her lap. She was grateful to have the excuse of her ankle to be able to stay a bit removed from the alcohol-fueled frivolity. She’d taken the role of official present recorder. She’d note who gave what gift to make it easier for Aly to write the thank-you cards afterward.
She looked around. They had all gathered in the main playroom, her, Maggie, Rebecca, Aly, and Andie Cooper, who ran the resort with her Dom Duncan Rider, and a dozen guests and staff. It was a rowdy bunch, although probably no more rowdy than she would imagine a bachelorette party in a BDSM club would be, except this one totally wasn’t divided up by gender. It was divided up by role, subs and Doms, except for Maggie who wasn’t into the lifestyle and who really wanted to join the Doms because that was where most of the men were, but loyally stayed with the bride-to-be.
She was amused to see Maggie perched on one of the spanking benches, straddling it as if it were a horse. She giggled. Well, it was a form of saw horse, she guessed.
She looked around, hoping to see Caleb, but he obviously was with the men, if he was attending at all. She’d expected a joint party, but the evening had started segregated by sex, much to her disappointment.
She sighed and took a sip of her Greyhound. She smiled. Everyone expected her to drink something froufrou or maybe a fancy wine, but she liked her vodka and grapefruit juice.
Checking her watch, she wondered how soon she had to stay before she could safely leave. All she could think about was Caleb. She knew he wasn’t interested in her, but she’d brought BOB, her battery-operated boyfriend, and she planned to think about Caleb as she put BOB through his paces tonight.
He was so perfect for her except for the liking men thing. He’d joined her and her friends for dinner the previous evening and had been funny and charming and had flirted outrageously with Maggie while making it clear that it was all just in fun and that he had absolutely no intention of following through.
Maggie had still tried, though, and Caleb had prevailed on Jen to save him. He’d taken her for a long walk along the dock and they’d talked for over an hour. She’d been disappointed when he finally walked her back to her room and after she had opened her door, he had kissed her chastely on the forehead. She knew that they were just destined to be friends, intellectually, but that didn’t stop her clit from throbbing or her nipples from hardening embarrassingly and pushing against him as he held her close and wished her a good night.
Looking up at him, she had held onto his arms as he raised his head from the goodnight kiss and started to pull away. Impulsively, she stood on tiptoe as she pulled him toward her and planted a quick kiss on his lips before slipping into her room and closing the door behind her.
She had hoped to see him today, but he had a job, and short of pretending to sprain her ankle again, she couldn’t think of a good excuse to visit.
All of a sudden, there was a commotion, and the door burst open and two dozen slightly inebriated men staggered in.
“No fun being at a party at a BDSM club without any subs to play with!” Mike announced before walking over to Rebecca and pulling her up to kiss before settling her in his lap. Mal dropped down beside him, pulling Rebecca partially over onto his lap. Rebecca started giggling and then struggling in earnest as she fought off their wandering hands. The others took up spots around the room, with several sitting on a bondage table. And she noticed that a cute blond Dom had joined Maggie on the spanking horse. She recognized the gleam in Maggie’s eye. Whether he knew it or not, Mr. Blond Hottie Dom was going to be submitting to Maggie tonight, but in the meantime, Maggie was in charge of the party.
“No playtime until all the presents are unwrapped.” Maggie commanded. “You, Max. Since you insist on being here, you can go sit beside your intended and help her out. As she unwraps each present, you have to make note of what it is and who gave it to her so you guys can write thank-you cards.”
Max looked aghast.
“She’s right, honey. Grab the paper and pen from Jen and get writing. Otherwise, we won’t be able to play with any of the gifts since I’ll be so busy getting organized.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Max smiled and leaned down to kiss his bride to be before walking over to Jen to get the paper, which she gratefully handed over.
* * * *
A half hour later Jen’s sides were sore from laughing so loud. The presents were so damned outrageous, and Max had wanted to try out everything right away. He was a terrible gift recorder. Luckily Jen had another notepad in her purse and made detailed notes.
She was glad Maggie had brought a camera. She’d temporarily abandoned the hottie to take pictures of the presents and the happy couple. Each time Aly opened a gift, Max would take it out of the package and pretend to demonstrate the use. He slid down her tank to attach a set of nipple clamps before pulling down her pants and putting her over his knee and holding up a number of the gifts as if he were going to use them on her, such as the giant dildo and several of the floggers. Aly struggled, but Jen could tell that she was excited by the process, and she actually started moaning when Max started spanking her first with his hand and then with the leather slapper Jen had bought. It had heart-shaped cutouts, and he had a lot of fun making heart-shaped marks on her ass.
Max’s favorite gift was the one that Mal and Mike had provided. At least it was once he figured out what it was. When Aly opened the box marked “open me first” and held it up, they both looked puzzled at the leather straps, and then Max picked up the small locks and looked even more confused.
“Um, thank you?”
Everyone burst out laughing at the very polite yet puzzled look on Aly’s face.
“Max, I suggest you check out the instructions. I think you may get a lot of enjoyment out of this…probably a bit more than Aly will.”
Obediently, Max fished the instructions out of the package. It wasn’t the standard glossy brochure. The instructions were typed on plain white paper. Obediently, he began reading aloud. “This is a prototype of the first Club-Libertine-approved sex toy, the Libertine Chastity Belt. What makes this belt different than the standard chastity device for female subs is that not only does restrict access to your sub’s most private places to the holder of the keys, which are in box two.” Max opened the small box and held up the key and displayed it to the rapt audience before making a show of tucking it into his pocket. “And it restricts even your sub’s access to that pearl known as her clit…”
Aly groaned at this one. “Until you allow her access, it also has some special features that you may also enjoy. It comes with a wireless remote control in box three”—Max fished that out of the box and tucked it into his pocket with the keys—“that will control up to three attachments. First, you can add a clit vibrator. Second, the straps will allow for the attachment of up to two dildos or vibrators of the size you prefer for insertion into those body cavities that belong only to you. Because this is the first of its kind, we have included a selection of dildos and vibrators for your playing pleasure. You will find them inside box number four. When you come back from your honeymoon, all we ask is that you both complete a survey of which attachments you liked best and if ther
e are any modifications that you recommend before we place this product into production for sale at Club Libertine, the affiliated clubs, and through their website.”
Max stood up and walked over to Mike and Mal and gave them a big hug. “Best present ever!”
Aly on the other hand, just kept staring at the device. She held up the leather straps and the thicker triangular leather piece, which she now understood the purpose of. After reaching for box number four, she opened it. Her mouth fell open with apparent shock, sending the audience into peels of laughter. She reached in and pulled out two of the attachments, a regular-sized dildo and an extra-large one. Jen found herself giggling at Aly’s expression. Poor Aly. Or maybe lucky Aly. She could see that Max was going to have hours of fun with his new toy.
Max looked at his bride-to-be, his expression a cross between horny and teasing with an overlay of love. Jen wished she had someone to look at her that way. Reaching down, he took the two dildos from her hands.
“You’ll have to be patient, pet.” Turning to the crowd, he said, “I think Aly likes this gift best, too. I can’t wait to get her into it. What do you think, Aly? I think that we should try it out at the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night, and if I enjoy it, you can wear it at the wedding.”
Aly groaned. “What if I don’t enjoy it?”
“Doesn’t matter, as long as I do.” Max grinned, and Aly groaned again, her expression wary but also aroused as Max picked up the leather straps. “I can’t wait to get this on you and in you.”
“Maybe we should wait for the honeymoon.”
“Are you defying me already, pet?”
“Not defying exactly, but I think you are going to enjoy this torture device more than me.”
“I’m counting on it. And for already forgetting my title and for general brattiness, that’s twenty over my knee, sub.” Max growled.
“But, Sir!”
“Thirty.”
Soon all that could be heard was the sound of his hand coming down hard on Aly’s bare ass. The atmosphere of the room changed and became more sexually charged as the count rose. Everyone was staring at her red ass and the moisture trickling from between her thighs.
Jen could hear the rustle of clothing as other Doms starting running their hands over their own subs bodies. Finally, with Aly moaning and begging and the audience cheering, Max got up, put her over the arm of the chair and fucked her until they were both screaming out their climaxes.
Ah, parties at sex clubs. Jen remembered them well. She looked around. It seems that had been the signal for all of the couples to throw off their clothes and go at it. She looked around and saw Maggie back at the spanking bench with the blond hottie, but this time she was naked and he was strapping her down.
Well, thought Jen, no need to let Maggie know she was heading out. Slipping off the couch, she maneuvered her way around several couples, including two who asked her to join them, and headed out into the lobby and then outside into the fresh night air.
It was a beautiful night. She decided to walk down to the dock. Left or right? She decided to take the left fork, and a few minutes later she was approaching the dock where they’d arrived earlier in the day. She thought it would be nice to sit on the bench she’d used early when Caleb was examining her ankle, and just contemplate the universe.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the steps behind her. Turning quickly, she saw that it was Caleb. Squinting in the semidarkness, she could see that he carried something with him. It looked like a bottle and some glasses.
“Hey, there.”
“Hey, yourself. Whatcha got here?”
He held up a small bottle of vodka not much bigger than what you got on an airplane and a couple of glasses, which he set down on the bench. Then he reached into a pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a couple of small breakfast-sized bottles of grapefruit juice, which he set beside the others.
“I think I love you, Caleb.”
* * * *
Caleb felt his stomach do a flip-flop at Jen’s words. He knew she was talking about the bottles, but it still felt nice. Maybe he would pretend to himself that she meant it, that they were a couple enjoying the night on a tropical island without any baggage. There was something about her that touched something inside him. She wasn’t his usual type. Hell, she wasn’t his usual gender, but sometimes feelings went beyond genitalia. Mentally he rolled his eyes. Damn, he was getting mushy. He barely knew her, and she barely knew him. He was just going to enjoy a beautiful night with a beautiful woman by his side. Nothing else.
Waiting for Jen to take a seat, he handed her two glasses before pouring in a small measure of vodka and topping each one up with grapefruit juice before placing the bottles down carefully beside the bench where they wouldn’t accidentally get knocked over.
“Your Greyhound, m’lady!”
“Thank you, kind Sir!”
His stomach flip-flopped again as he sat down beside her. He knew she didn’t mean Sir in the BDSM sense, but he suddenly, desperately wanted her to mean it that way. He could imagine her kneeling at his feet, looking up at him, her pale features flushed with desire.
He leaned back, sighed and without thinking, stretched his left arm out along the back of the bench. Damn. It would be too awkward to pull it right back. It would call attention to a gesture that she didn’t seem to be aware of, so, instead, he just moved his arm to the very back of the rest, careful not to touch her. She wasn’t his, and he would have to keep reminding his body of that, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.
Jen must have noticed after all. She turned a quick grin in his direction before tugging his left hand down to her shoulder and snuggling against him. He tensed at first, but then he gradually relaxed. He wasn’t sure if this was the alcohol or Jen’s nearness, which was also pretty potent, but he felt calm. It was good to just sit here and hold another person close, especially when that other person was Jen.
“How did you know I liked Greyhounds? Hell, how did you even know what they were? Not too many people do.”
“I could try to impress you with my knowledge, but it is just that I was helping Duncan at the bar earlier and he mentioned it. And he told me that you preferred them to be mostly juice with just a touch of vodka.”
“That’s my drink. Duncan, he’s the guy who runs this place?”
“Yeah. He used to bartend back in the original Club Libertine back in Seattle. He’s one of the original set of six owners. That’s also where he met Andie. She was an accountant brought in to oversee that part of operations. They’ve been together ever since. The island resort is the first of what you might call a branch of Club Libertine. They are looking to add a few more in select cities. I know they’ve talked about Dallas, San Diego, Miami or maybe Tampa, and Chicago are high on the list of possible locations.”
After that, they just sat in a companionable silence, looking at the stars and sipping their drinks. Caleb replenished their drinks once, which took care of the small bottle of vodka, but still they stayed on their bench. He felt the wind pick up a little and a small shiver go through Jen. She snuggled closer, and he pulled her tight to him, but it wasn’t enough. Turning, he took her glass and laid it by his own to one side. Then he tugged her up onto his lap and pulled her head down as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. Her legs lay over his, and he wrapped his right arm around her waist.
They sat there without talking. Caleb shifted Jen slightly in his lap so he could hold her tightly with his left arm while he glided his right hand softly down her body, almost petting her. He felt her breathing become slow and regular until he realized that she was sleeping.
He wished they were sitting somewhere more comfortable, but he would manage. He’d suffered much more uncomfortable surfaces, and if it meant he could keep Jen in his arms, he could stay that way all night.
* * * *
Slowly Jen shifted, thinking the bed was damned hard. Or had she fallen asleep sitting up on the couch? And there was
something hard poking into her right side. She shifted and awoke properly with a start as a pair of hard male arms tightened around her, holding her still.
“Careful. I’d rather you didn’t break a very precious part of my anatomy.”
It was Caleb, and he sounded half-amused and half-wary.
“Oh. Oohhh.” She suddenly realized what that hard thing poking her in the side was. “I thought you didn’t like girls?”
“Apparently I do when they are wriggling around on my lap in the moonlight.”
“Oh.”
She went quiet for a moment, thinking.
“You said you’ve been with women before.”
“More girls than women. It was first year of university that I finally came to terms with my preference for men. It was easier to pretend to be like everyone else, but by the end of freshman year, I was out. My parents were shocked but eventually came around. They really liked Rey. And his folks were thrilled that he landed a doctor, whatever gender.”
“You do know I’m a woman, right?”
“Oh, yes.” He moved one big hand over a breast and squeezed lightly. “This type of equipment is only available on the female model, so I don’t have much recent experience with it, but I do know what it is and what to do with it.”
Half holding her breath, Jen found herself blurting out the words she’d been thinking since they met. She wished she could blame it on the alcohol, but their drinks were mostly grapefruit juice with a touch of vodka.
“Can you kiss me? I mean, it’s dark and if you ignore the breasts, can’t you, maybe, pretend I’m a guy?”
“You could never be mistaken for a guy. You are too soft and curvy, although you could add a few pounds. And I would never ignore your breasts.” She felt a big hand slip under her top. “It’s been a while, but it comes back to me now, how much fun they are to play with. As for kissing you…” His words trailed off as he lowered his mouth to hers.