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

by Diane Leyne

  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.

  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 C
aleb 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 he
r 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.