by Diane Leyne
“But, Master, a cabin is very expensive.”
Rey just turned a baleful eye on Caleb, who subsided abruptly. “Yes, Sir.”
Jen hoped they could now leave before they ran into anyone she knew, but that was not to be. Just as they turned to go, Rebecca came through the lobby arm in arm with her two men, Mal and Mike Reynolds.
“Sweetie, there you are. You missed the throwing of the bouquet and a second fucking of the bride before Max locked her back in that chastity belt. I swear just the thought of that belt makes him horny.”
“It makes all men horny, sweetie, as you well know.” It was the younger brother who spoke with a wicked grin, indicating that he had experience with a woman in chastity.
“You’ve worn it, Becs?”
“Worn it?” Mike practically snorted. “She’s wearing one now. And didn’t she tell you? She was our test model. We made her wear all of the different variations. And we still have a few more versions we want to try out.”
“You two are the geniuses who developed the belt. I am Rey Montoya, Master of Caleb and Jen, and I would love to purchase one of these devices for use on Jen.”
Rebecca laughed, and Jen turned to glare at her. “You are in luck, gentlemen. We haven’t announced it yet, but the first shipment actually arrived a little while ago. We’ve just come from the store room where we were checking on the order and wrestling Rebecca into one as her old one broke.”
“You’re wearing one?” Jen laughed. She laughed harder when there was the sound of mild buzzing and Rebecca’s eyes rolled back and her hips started moving almost involuntarily as she groaned. She groaned louder when the buzzing stopped and glared.
“It comes with a remote control. We can play with her for hours on a single charge.” Mal Reynolds held up a small device with several buttons. “Mike, why don’t you get a belt for this nice man while I get Rebecca fastened to the spanking bench? She was pretty mouthy while we buckled her into the belt, and it’s time for a reminder about who owns her pleasure now.”
Rey turned to Caleb and handed him a room card key. “Go, pack, and then meet us back at my cabin. If you get there before us, I’ll expect to see you kneeling naked in the living room. You are not to enter the bedroom before I arrive.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He watched Caleb walk away before turning to Jen. She didn’t like the look of devilish merriment in his eyes. “Mr. Reynolds, please lead us to this store room. I am anxious to get my new sub properly outfitted. I fear her obedience training is need of immediate reinforcement, and that belt is just the thing.”
Jen listened to the two men laughing and joking about the various items that came in the package to be shoved into a slave’s orifices and the many remote control options. Wonderful. The words washed over her as she sat down and closed her eyes. It had so many attachments that it was the Swiss Army knife of chastity belts. Fantastic. They could make her come with any of three possible vibrators, clit, pussy, or ass. Or they could use dildos to replace the pussy or ass vibrators. Or maybe the gentlemen would prefer inflatable dildos. Always hours of fun. And had they considered the matching breast and nipple attachments including the body harness or the nipple clips with optional remote controlled vibrators? No, but what a wonderful idea. And maybe a little something for Caleb so he wouldn’t feel left out? His own nipple clamps. And maybe a chastity device for when he misbehaved.
She looked up saw the excitement in Rey’s eyes as the pile of purchases got larger and larger. She closed her eyes again, equal parts turned on and worried. While she was sure Rey and Caleb would enjoy themselves greatly, she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be so happy with the belt or its many wonderful attachments, but it would be a sweet torment.
* * * *
Rey looked over at Jen and had to smother a grin. Her expression was priceless. It would be even more delightful the first time he locked her into the belt, with the vibrators inside her and against her clit. He would wield the remote control carefully, building her up to the edge and keeping her there until she begged.
He paused. He realized that he was actually looking forward to playing with her, but he had to harden his heart. Caleb was his first concern. He would ruthlessly use this woman to get Caleb back. He had to. It would not do to get too attached with her before Caleb made his final decision. If he wanted only Rey, then Rey would send her away. If he decided he wanted only her, then Rey would give them both up. He wanted Caleb’s happiness above all, so he had to try not to get too emotionally attached to Jen.
But if Caleb decided he wanted them both, Rey realized he would be okay with that. More than okay, really. He’d only known her a short time, but Jen made Caleb happy, and that made Rey happy. If Caleb wanted to keep her, then Rey would do anything it took to make it happen, including spending the next two weeks training her, showing her just how much pleasure she could receive from them, making her want and need the two of them.
In fact, he would train her to crave them both, need them both, he decided, so that if Caleb did love Jen and wanted her happiness above all, he would realize that he needed Rey to help satisfy Jen. It would be crumbs, but Rey would take what he could get if it would keep Caleb in his life.
But that was putting the cart before the horse. Reynaldo Montoya was an optimist and a Dominant. He had two weeks to determine his fate, and he would not sit passively by. He’d spend those two weeks showing Caleb and Jen that they belonged with him, to him, submitting to him. And once he made up his mind, he was single-minded and relentless in achieving his goals. He turned and felt the fire in his side. It was the single-minded drive that had almost cost him Caleb and even his own life.
It was time to turn it to a more positive goal. Now that he’d tracked down his runaway sub, he now wanted it all. Time for “Operation: Happily ever after.”
Chapter Fourteen
Jen watched Rey clutching his side again. There was no way he was carrying all of those boxes back to their cabin without some serious pain. There was also no way he was asking for help. She knew the type. He’d grit his teeth and muscle through the pain until he keeled over and had to go to the hospital.
“Excuse me, Mike. Can you have these sent to cabin 17 in the morning?”
“What?” Rey’s voice was annoyed, and she knew he was going to say no, so she did the only thing she could think of. She poked him hard in the side and watched him tried to hide the pain. Clearly Mike saw it, too, because he didn’t wait for Rey’s answer.
“Sure, no problem. And if that’s all, I’ve got a hot woman all alone with my brother and I have to get there before he wears her out. If you see anything else you like, just add it to the pile. You two can let yourselves out and be sure to make sure the door locks behind you.”
Mike beat a hasty retreat.
“He’s a Dom?”
“Apparently. Look, Rey, I’m just concerned.” Rey’s face was composed, almost without emotion as he looked at her. She poked at him again, but he caught her wrist before she connected.
“Fine. You’ve made your point.”
“What the hell is wrong with your side, and why don’t you want to admit you are in pain?”
“Look, pet. I’m the Dom, and you are the sub.”
“Fine, fine. You can paddle my ass later, but right now, you are going to unbutton that shirt, and if I think you need medical attention, I’m telling Caleb.”
“I will paddle your ass, no question. And maybe gag that smart mouth of yours.”
“Even during a scene, the word black stops everything because of a medical issue. Well, I’m calling black now.”
“Your previous Master was far too easy on you. You need a firm hand, and I don’t think Caleb can give it to you. Don’t think you’ll get your way this easy in the future. You are going to have a very sore ass most of the time. I can see that already.”
Jen just stared at him, watching him as he sighed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“You are blackmailing your Mas
ter, and I don’t want you to think you’ve gotten away with anything.”
Jen ignored his words, and eventually he stopped talking. She pushed him until he was standing beside the desk and turned on the table lamp, bending the long neck and pointing it at his side. If he hadn’t been in pain, she would have paused to admire the smooth golden skin covering a well-muscled torso. As it was, her attention was diverted by the large bandage with the small spot of blood showing through.
“Stay.”
She went over to the small bathroom and washed her hands thoroughly before returning with several damp and several dry paper towels. Placing them on the counter, she looked at his side again. Carefully she pulled back the tape. The dressing stuck in a couple of places so she used the damp paper towel to free it. She could see Rey flinch occasionally, but he didn’t complain or make a noise.
“How many stitches?”
“Seventeen.”
“When?”
“Three days ago.”
“Three days? What are you doing here? You should be back home, healing.”
“Home is where Caleb is.” There was no drama in his tone. It was a simple statement of fact. He looked as if he was expecting an argument, but she had none for him. She understood that. When Hank was alive, if it had been her, she would have done the same.
“It doesn’t look infected, but you are pushing things too hard. You can see that there’s fresh blood. You’ve pulled on some of the stitches.”
“So what do you recommend, doctor?” His words were ironic, but his tone was respectful.
“You know you can’t hide this from Caleb forever.”
“What makes you think I’m hiding it from him?”
She didn’t bother answering. She just stared him down. Rey, the big bad Dom.
“Fine. I’m not ready to tell him yet what happened. I want him come back to me first. Because he loves me. I don’t want him to feel obliged to come back.”
“What happened?”
“You know about the shooting?”
“Yes.”
“And you know I tracked down the man who did it?”
“Yes. But Caleb said that you still weren’t coming home. He thought you didn’t want him anymore because of the weakness he showed after the shooting. Is it true? Does his PTSD turn you off? Is it because it shows weakness?”
“Weakness? What are you talking about? PTSD? Caleb has PTSD? He survived in a war zone. Why would a single shot give him PTSD?”
“Because this time, it was targeted at him and the man he loved? I think he just stopped feeling safe, and your being gone all the time made him feel more insecure and added to his stress level.”
“I didn’t know. I thought I was doing what I had to do in order to make sure he was safe. I had to find the people who hired Garcia so Caleb would be safe, but I was trying to prevent him from worrying, so I let him think the gunman was after me, just another day at the office for a cop. I should have known he wouldn’t be fooled.” Rey sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Caleb never told me he knew the truth. The man waved the gun at both of us because he knew I was armed and he wanted to keep me at bay while he did what he was sent to do. At the time, Caleb thought the man was going to shoot me and pushed me out of the way. The perp took that opportunity to shoot Caleb. But he would have done it anyway, he was just waiting for a clear shot and Caleb pushing me aside gave it to him. The truth is, I was never at risk of a bullet except by accident. The shooter had been sent to give me a message by killing my lover. Caleb was hurt because of me.”
Jen wrapped her arms again Rey, holding him close, careful to only hold tight to his left side. “Shhh. It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it was. Caleb nearly died because of me. Even after I got Garcia, I had to track down the man who hired him so I could present his head on a metaphorical platter to Caleb and maybe he could then forgive me for being the cause of his injury.”
“But he didn’t know the real cause and he had a right to know. You never told him. And neither did any of the other cops until finally Joe told him the truth.”
“I only suspected at first. And then when I knew for sure, things weren’t good between us. I didn’t see that it was PTST. God help me, I should have known him well enough to see it. I knew that the clinic and all the violence and the aftermath of violence he was seeing at work were getting to him, but I figured he’d get over it. And after the shooting, I just thought he was being a bad patient. And when he didn’t want to go back to work, I thought he was just afraid the shooter would come back. I thought when I told him that I had gotten Garcia, he’d relax and become the old Caleb, but, instead, he left me. I came home to an empty apartment with our contract on our bed with a note and his stuff gone.”
“How did you find him?” She heard Rey laugh, and she laughed, too. “Scratch that. You’re a cop. You used your cop connections.”
“I wish I could take credit. He made it easy. He left the computer on with the browser open to the resort home page and a copy of the receipt in the printer. It gave me hope that things weren’t over. But I still didn’t know why he’d left me.”
“You two big, dumb, stupid men. If you’d just talk about your feelings like women do, neither of you would be suffering like this.”
“Are you saying you think he’ll take me back?”
“If you grovel enough.”
“Doms don’t grovel.”
“Fine. Let him go. He’s mine now. Maybe I’ll keep him.”
“I’m your Dom now, too, pet, at least for two weeks. I’ll have you remember that when you speak to me. I expect to hear respect in your tone and my title.”
“Fine, Sir. I respectfully say that both of you have your heads up your ass, and if you don’t pull it out and talk to him, then I’m going to keep him. Sir.”
“What if I want you both?”
“You don’t even know me.”
He shrugged.
“Caleb does. And he has strong feelings for you. And I love him. So therefore, I want you, too. And I have you, at least for these next two weeks.”
“You still mean to go through with this?”
“We have a signed contract. What kind of Dom would I be if I didn’t enforce it?” He turned to the box and lifted the lid off. “Now Mike told me that this had all been sanitized and set up to use as a backup during the wedding as a contingency. He said that there were even batteries in the remote. Now bend over the counter and spread your legs.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“Don’t think I’m in too much pain to paddle your ass. In fact, I owe you some discipline for being so disrespectful to your Master. Lift the T-shirt.”
He was back in charge now, the moment of vulnerability gone. Trembling with nerves and arousal, Jen found herself turning and doing as he said. She pulled up the T-shirt to expose her bottom before leaning over and bracing herself on the counter. He clearly wasn’t satisfied with her positioning because he slipped his foot between her and nudged them further apart until her lower lips were gaping open and she could feel the first moisture dripping down.
He rubbed a large hand over her ass cheeks, squeezing lightly, one and then the other, until she was moaning. He ran his fingers down her slit and scooped up some of her moisture before withdrawing his hand. She heard the sound of him sucking his fingers, and her pussy clenched with desire before his hand came down hard on her right cheek. Left, right, left. He smacked her hard three times and that just drove her arousal higher. She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her so damned much.
She felt him move away, and she heard the cover coming off the box. Oh my god. He’s really going to do it!
* * * *
They walked slowly down the path to the cabin but for different reasons, Rey because his side was still sore and Jen because she was finding it hard to walk with the two vibrators that Rey had inserted inside her along with adding the clit vibe. He’d kindly allowed her to use the restroom first
, but she was sure it was more out of practicality. He wanted her in the chastity belt all night, and he’d have to remove it if she needed to pee when they got back to the room.
Then he’d had her lean over the counter again. He’d teased her between her legs until she was practically humping his hand before he’d finally made her come with several fingers of one hand inside her and caressing her clit with his other. When she was limply leaning over the counter, the bastard had taken the opportunity to slide the first vibrator in her pussy. While she was adjusting to that invasion, he’d lubed up a much smaller anal one and started to slide it home, but then he remembered his promise to Caleb and stopped before it breached her tight rosette. Then he knelt with the belt and attached it to the vibrator before pulling it up in front, but not before tucking the clit vibe in place. The strap came up about eight inches where it met a horizontal strap that came around her waist. First he fastened the other end of the strap that ran between her legs to the waist strap, and then he fastened it with a click.
“Don’t even think of trying to remove the belt, querida. I have the key, and I’ll be very unhappy if you have damaged my new toy.”
They’d walked back to the cabin as quickly as she was able.
“You will not tell Caleb about my injury. I will tell him myself in a few days.”
“He needs to know.”
“And he will. When I am ready.” She wanted to argue when a buzzing started. It was the clit vibe, and it made her forget what she wanted to say.
“I, uh, if you don’t tell him, I will.”
“Yes, querida. You will tell him. But not tonight, I think. Give me three days, and then we’ll talk. Do you agree?”
“Um, ah.” The vibrator in her pussy started up. “Uh, yeah. Okay. Three days.”
“Excellent. And now a reward.” She felt the third vibe start up and her knees started to buckle. Rey caught her, wincing as he did. “Maybe we should save your reward until I get you home in bed.”