Sun, Sand, and Submission [Libertine Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Diane Leyne

  “No. They wouldn’t accept someone who was completely green wanting to live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven. We talked about this. Hell, we already submitted our questionnaires. Are you wimping out now? On your questionnaire we indicated that we’d played for a few months and we want to ramp up your training by living the lifestyle twenty-four-seven for the week to see if that was something you could handle as a lifestyle and not just for bedroom games.”

  “I know that’s what I agreed to…”

  She felt him sigh.

  “You don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll call in some favors and get someone to contact Rebecca and bring her over to St. Maarten so you can talk to her without her Doms around.”

  Aly thought about his offer and was shocked to realize that what she was feeling was disappointment. She had actually lost her disgust of the lifestyle. Hell, after reading some of those books, she’d come to the conclusion that she had been narrow-minded and judgmental, but she just couldn’t blurt that out. How pathetic would he think her if he realized that she had spent the last eighteen months mooning about him. So, yes, she admitted to herself, she wanted to spend this week with him, to please him and show him what an amazing sub she would make, and maybe, just maybe, he’d want to try again once the pretense was over. And if he wanted to practice, then she would practice. In fact, she probably needed it. Submitting to him sounded good in theory, but the thought of doing it in front of others scared the pants off her…not that she would be wearing pants. She wasn’t even sure she’d be wearing panties.

  At least the first part of the plan was working. They were going together to the island and she was going as his sub so he could see that she was learning about the lifestyle and that it didn’t disgust her. Next, she would have to figure out how to get him into bed. If she was going to lure him back, she had to go all out.

  “No, I think the original plan is a good one. I think that sexually, we won’t have any problems, but from a submission standpoint, you are right. I do need some practice before we go in. I hope a week is enough. What do you want me to do next?”

  * * * *

  Max felt his guts twist into knots when he thought Aly had changed her mind. He’d only agreed to this stupid, harebrained scheme to get close to her again and maybe show her what a BDSM relationship could be, which was anything the people involved wanted it to be. He could help her explore her limits and needs, and perhaps they could find a common ground. But she wasn’t leaving. He took a deep breath.

  “First things first. Let’s talk about safe words. You have three. Yellow to slow things down, red to stop things, and black if you have a medical emergency such as a cramp. Sometimes I’ll ask you status, and if things are fine, I’ll expect you to say ‘green, Sir.’ Does that all make sense?”

  “Black I understand, but why do I need both yellow and red?”

  “Sometimes something might seem overwhelming or you are unsure or you just want me to slow down. That’s fair, especially since we haven’t played together before. Don’t abuse the word. That’s called topping from the bottom and is a punishable offence.”

  “And I’m the bottom?”

  “Yup. And yellow is so you can guide me if I’m pushing too hard. I’ll slow things down or even stop and talk to you about what’s bothering you. But it’s not for you to take over control. Red, on the other hand, stops things completely. If you say red, it’s all over.”

  “All as in the scene or all as in the relationship.”

  “For some Doms, it would mean the relationship. I think that’s pretty extreme. We’ll use red to end a scene. If you want to end everything, I’m going to expect more than just the word red by way of explanation.”

  She nodded. “Fair enough.”

  “Now that we have that settled, you need to learn the presentation position.” He walked over to the bed, removed a pillow, and placed it on the cold tile floor. “Kneel.”

  She looked down at the pillow and then up at him, her expression questioning.

  “A Dom looks after his sub. The tile would be hard on your knees. When we are playing and I want you to kneel, I’ll simply point to a spot on the ground and you’ll drop to your knees without words. You’ll assume the position and await instructions.”

  “Playing?”

  “Yes, when we are in our Dom/sub roles. If we were really in this type of relationship, I wouldn’t expect you to kneel for me in public or with your friends around, unless they were also in the lifestyle. I’d never require you to do anything that would jeopardize your job or embarrass you in front of friends or family.”

  “When exactly would you want m—your sub like this?”

  “All relationships have to be negotiated. From our short time together, you know I like to talk about everything.”

  He smiled as she colored. He’d always been amused by the fact that she could enthusiastically suck his cock and then get embarrassed when he tried to talk about it afterward.

  “Some couples even do formal contracts so there is no ambiguity as to the hard and soft limits.”

  “Hmmm. Kind of like that questionnaire we filled out for the resort.”

  “Yeah, that covered a lot of specific acts, but there’s more. For example, some Doms are big on protocol. A sub must keep their eyes down and not look them in the eye, they only speak when spoken to, and when they do talk to their Doms, they must call them either Sir or Master. Some Doms are even more extreme.” He grinned at Aly’s wide-eyed expression.

  “I read things in some of the books, but I thought they were fiction.”

  “Honey, these things are considered pretty basic. Some couples take it to the next level with a full Master/slave relationship where the Dom has complete control over the slave to the extent that the use of furniture is a privilege, not a right, and they are not allowed to wear clothes until they are sick or going to be seen by vanillas.”

  Now she really was shocked.

  “I can sit on furniture at the resort, can’t I?”

  “When we are in private, you can use the furniture, but when we are in public, we are pretending to be a couple looking to take our relationship to the next level. That means we are exploring moving from just sexual submission to submission in other aspects of our relationship. To make it realistic, you will have to learn to kneel and at least attempt to obey me. I know you are inexperienced, so I’ll try my best not to push you too hard, but if you want to make it realistic…”

  Aly looked at him, and he thought he saw something in her eyes before her expression shuttered as she gracefully sank to her knees on the pillow he’d set down.

  “How’s this?” She sank down on her heels, her knees spread wide, hands lying faceup on her knees, her eyes cast demurely down.

  Max felt his cock jump to attention.

  “Not bad. We’ll work on it.”

  “Not bad? This is the exact position described in several books!” Her tone was indignant as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.

  “You just failed your first test.”

  “Test?”

  “You didn’t accept my correction, you back-talked, you spoke without permission, and you broke form which, by the way, I admit wasn’t bad at all. I just wanted to see how you’d take criticism.”

  “Not so good, huh?”

  “And I forgot to add that you didn’t address me as Sir or Master when you spoke to me.”

  “Um, Sir. I really have to call you that?”

  “If you don’t feel comfortable calling me Master. And as I have told you before, you must call all the Doms at the resort Sir, same as if we were at a club. It’s a sign of respect and submission.”

  He watched her think about this and then move back into position.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

  “Apology accepted, subbie, but I’ll still need to punish you.”

  “Can I ask a question, Sir?”

  “Ask away, subbie.”

 
“What would you have done next, I mean, if I hadn’t broken the rules, Sir?”

  “Are you talking about your training, or do you want to know what would have happened if this were real and what will happen on the island?”

  “The second thing, Sir.”

  He leaned down and petted her hair, pleased when she leaned into his leg, her eyes closed, as she seemed to enjoy his caress.

  “If we were doing your pre-island training, I would have ordered you to strip because the presentation positions are always performed naked.”

  “And if I really were your sub, Sir, not just in training?”

  “Why do you want to know? Are you so impatient with my lessons already?”

  “I don’t mean to question you, Sir, but we only have a few days, and I was thinking that you were right and I have to start as I mean to go on. My responses to you need to be automatic so I don’t make another major error like I did when you acted like you didn’t approve of my presentation pose.”

  “If you were really my sub, and you were well behaved, I’d give you a reward. I’d unzip my pants so you could suck my cock.”

  Chapter Seven

  “And I’d like to suck your cock, Sir.”

  Aly looked up at Max, shocked at her own words, but she couldn’t take them back. She saw the stunned look on Max’s face as he looked down at her, not quite appearing to take in her words.

  “You still will be receiving a punishment for your infractions.”

  “I understand, Sir. I, well, I just want to prove to you that I want to do this. I want to make this work.”

  Max couldn’t understand just how much she meant those words. She wanted to make things work with Max, but in the meantime, she’d take what she could get, even if it was just the opportunity to pleasure him.

  Watching him unzip his pants and push them down along with his underwear, Aly couldn’t help it as she licked her lips in anticipation. Max had the most perfect cock she had ever seen. It was long and thick and perfectly shaped with a large plum-shaped head that she longed to take into her mouth.

  Fisting it, he stood in front of her.

  “Are you sure, pet? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, but I admit I won’t say no. You have the most talented mouth I have ever experienced. There were times in the last year that I dreamed of our blow jobs.”

  He guided himself to her mouth. “Open,” he commanded.

  Aly opened wide and closed her eyes with pleasure as he pushed into her mouth. She sucked lightly on the head, just enjoying the sensation. She had missed this so much, the opportunity to please her man, to give him pleasure unselfishly.

  She ran her tongue around the head before sucking lightly again. Bobbing her head, she took him deeper, suctioning as she moved up and down on his cock. He was well endowed, so she wasn’t able to take all of him in her mouth. She raised her right hand and grasped him, tugging downward as she pulled back with her mouth. She was gratified when he moaned his pleasure.

  With her left hand she cupped his heavy balls, rolling them in her hand and tugging gently. When she felt him flexing his hips, pushing himself more deeply into her mouth, she used her hands to grasp his hips and tried to take more of him.

  “Hands down, subbie. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”

  She removed her hands as he reached down and threaded his hands through her hair, taking command, pushing himself further into her mouth with every stroke. She felt him push at the back of her throat and concentrated on relaxing it. He set up a rhythm. Two shallow strokes and the third pressed deeper. He repeated the pattern until finally on the third stroke he was all the way in, his wiry pubic hair tickling her nose. He held himself still for a second, and she felt his cock jump. Then he increased the pace, pushing deep with each stroke until finally he held himself still and she could taste his warm salty cum shooting down her throat.

  Suddenly he pulled out. Grasping his cock, he milked himself, drawing out the final streams of cum and splattering them across her breasts. She looked up and saw the primitive expression of triumph as he marked her, and she felt a surge of hope. He felt something for her, she was sure of it!

  * * * *

  Max stood looking down at Aly, his softening cock in his hand. Satisfaction rushed through him as he marked her. She was his, dammit, and by the end of this little trip, she would know it. He should never have let her run away after that disastrous weekend. He wimped out by driving her home. He should have tied her to the bed and made her talk about the situation. Instead he’d meekly driven her home.

  But he thought he had time, that they would talk about it once she calmed down. He didn’t expect her to leave the country for a year! Well, he wasn’t going to blow this new chance. She seemed more open to experimenting in the lifestyle this time. It might just be that she needed to understand it for their little undercover mission to check on Rebecca, but he didn’t care. He’d take whatever weapons he had to use in his campaign to get Aly back. He wouldn’t fight fair. If she were willing to be with him in all ways, he’d use that to tie her to him. He’d give her such satisfaction that she couldn’t imagine. He’d get her addicted to the pleasure that only he could give her. He’d teach her about submission and about subspace. He’d fight dirty this time, and when they left the island, she’d be wearing his collar for real.

  He looked down at Aly, and his heart melted. She’d swallowed all of the cum he’d pumped down her throat, but there was the last bit he’d shot onto her tits as he’d marked her as his. He leaned down and scooped up a few drops and held them in front of her mouth. She opened wide, and her lips closed around his fingers as he fed her his cum. He scooped up more of it, and she eagerly lapped it off his fingers, licking them clean.

  He felt his cock twitch and come back to life. If he’d had any doubts about his own feelings, this had banished them. Looking down at her beautiful face, feeling her hot mouth on his cock and the unbearable need he had to get inside her, it all added up to one thing. She was his. She was the woman he loved and he’d never get enough of her. But first, he had a punishment to administer before he could see to their pleasure. He’d rather sink his cock into her welcoming pussy without waiting, but if he intended to be her Master, he had to be consistent with both is discipline and his rewards in order to train her to be his perfect pet.

  He walked into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth. She was still kneeling where he’d left her. His cock was fully hard now and twitching with the need to get inside her. He saw the look on her face as she looked down at his cock.

  “You’re better than Viagra, pet. Now let me get you cleaned up and we’ll get your punishment out of the way before I fuck your sweet pussy.”

  He saw from her expression that she approved of his plan, at least the last part of it. He moved to help her stand before seating himself on the end of the bed.

  “Over my lap, pet. Time for your punishment, and it will hurt. This is not erotic pain. This is your punishment for your disobedience.”

  “I understand, Sir.”

  She settled herself over his lap, his hard cock pressing into her side. He ran his hands over her ass. It used to be so round and lush. He vowed he’d help her to gain back some of the weight she’d lost. Hell, as her Master, he’d require that she gain it back.

  “You are getting twenty for your various infractions. Count them out, and when I’m done, thank me for caring enough to correct your behavior. Miss a count or forget to thank me and I’ll start over. Do you understand?

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Without warning, his hand came down hard on her right cheek.

  “One.”

  “What was that?” He smacked her again.

  “One, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Aly found herself crying as she lay in Max’s arms. She had felt such a surge of arousal and emotion go through her as he’d spanked and then fucked her. She wasn’t sure quite what was wrong with her. The spank
ing had hurt, but not enough to cause her to cry like a baby. It was embarrassing, really. She’d felt the tears start to leak out after the first few strikes of his hand and by the time he had finished, she was sobbing so hard he’d had to stop to get a tissue to help her blow her nose. Then he’d used a hand towel to dry her face and had just put her across his lap and held her until she calmed.

  The whole time she sat there, wrapped in his arms, she could feel his erection pressing hard against her thigh, but not once did he hurry her or pressure her or do anything but wait until she was ready to continue.

  “Sorry, Max. I have no idea why I broke down like that.” She held herself stiffly, trying to pull back.

  “Excuse me, pet. What was that you called me?”

  “Sorry, Sir. I just, I mean, I don’t know why I was crying like that.”

  “Sometimes a spanking can be cathartic. It lets you get out all the emotions you’ve been suppressing. Experiencing the physical pain can sometimes let the sub release the emotional pain. I know you’ve seen and written about some terrible things. Let it out, let it all out, Aly.”

  She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that he’d jumped to the conclusion that her crying was about her work. It was, at least partially. And it wasn’t until he said it that she realized just how much she’d been holding in.

  But she was also crying for her and Max, but she wasn’t ready yet to tell him she was crying for the last eighteen months and her fears that this reconciliation wouldn’t last, and she worried that he didn’t probe because he didn’t care what the answer was beyond the obvious.

  Well, he didn’t probe her feelings. His hand did start probing her wet pussy.

  * * * *

  An hour later they were walking along the beach, heading to downtown Philipsburg for some sightseeing and shopping. It was about a ten-minute walk along the beautiful Great Bay from their hotel to the town. The Sonesta Great Bay, where they were staying, was at one end of the bay with the cruise ship pier at the other. Philipsburg was in the middle.