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

by Diane Leyne

  It was a beautiful day for a walk. The sun was shining. It was hot but not too hot, and it was the cleanest public beach he’d ever seen. They were both dressed for a day in the sun wearing hats, sunglasses, and sunscreen, which he’d enjoyed applying to her naked body, being extremely thorough and rubbing it into her skin all over, even the bits unlikely to see the sun, at least while they were on St. Maarten. She’d moaned with need, her slit moistening, but he’d teased and taunted her and finally made her come.

  Max thought, with satisfaction, that Aly’s eyes behind her shades would be sleepy and fulfilled looking. After her spanking, he’d fucked her and made her come three times before burying himself deep and coming himself. He wanted to talk to her about ditching the condoms. They’d both had clean medical checkups, and she’d told him she was on one of those long-term birth control products that she’d started when she went overseas and had continued with because it was so easy.

  He looked down at her and impulsively kissed the top of her head. He could imagine her heavy with his child, and they strolled contentedly. She would make an amazing mother. She glanced up and smiled at him and his heart sang. They were meant to be together, and he’d make sure she knew it. Before they went home, he would talk to her, beg her if he had to, and ask for another chance. And if that didn’t work, he’d tie her to the bed and refuse to let her go until she gave in and agreed to be his.

  His. It sounded good. He wanted her to be his sub, his lover, and, yes, his wife. He wanted to bind her to him and for her to love him and trust him to look after her and to allow him to take responsibility for her pleasure and her body and her well-being. He would honor her trust even as he owned her and cherished her and mastered her.

  And he wanted to be hers. These feelings of his went both ways. She owned his heart, and he wanted to be secure in the knowledge that he belonged to her. She was his other half. He’d only been half alive that eighteen months they’d been apart. He could only own her if she let him. The power was all hers. She could end things with a single word. He was at her mercy. In some ways, she was his master. Even as he commanded her body, she commanded his heart and soul.

  He couldn’t imagine having this depth of feeling for another woman ever. If she rejected him…He couldn’t imagine a future without her. So he wouldn’t. He would do whatever it took to win her back. He had some hope that she was beginning to like his lifestyle, but he’d go vanilla if he had to in order to be with her.

  Based on the last twenty-four hours, he felt he had a fighting chance that she’d accept him as her master and wear his collar along with the wedding ring he fully intended to place on her finger just as soon as he could talk her into it. He wondered what the rules were for getting married either at the resort or here on St. Maarten. Maybe Rebecca could be her maid of honor.

  Chapter Eight

  Aly found herself blushing as Max bent her over the bed. She had found that she did like being spanked, at least by Max. It always sparked a blaze inside her, and by the time he was done, she was so wet he could just slide right in and he generally did, although sometimes he tormented her first, playing with her by pressing a big finger inside her or plucking at her clit, but not hard enough to make her come. When he was in that kind of mood, he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, what she needed until she begged, which she did all too quickly.

  She couldn’t believe how little time it took for her to fall into the role of sub. They’d agreed that they would stay in character twenty-four-seven to help her get into the headspace. Once a day, they talked about everything they’d done and how she’d felt about it. This was usually over lunch, which they ate in a corner of the restaurant well away from prying ears.

  She found that she didn’t mind submission in the bedroom. Okay, if she was going to be honest with herself, she enjoyed it. She liked him taking charge. He took his job seriously, making sure she had multiple orgasms before he had his own. Sometimes he was so overly diligent that she had to plead with him to stop making her come.

  Today he told her he was going to ramp things up. She wasn’t sure what that meant and she was nervous, but she had enjoyed every spanking so far and she wasn’t going to tell him to stop.

  He ran his hand down her back and pulled her legs further apart before pushing her upper body down on the bed. Once he made sure she was comfortable he started, first using his hand in what he’d described before as the warm-up.

  She was warmed up all right. Her ass was pink and glowing and she could feel her arousal starting to rise. Next he used a couple of different floggers on her and she was surprised to find that she actually really enjoyed one of them. It was kind of thuddy and felt almost like a wonderful massage. She could have lain there all day while he flogged her up and down her back with that one but she should have known that wouldn’t last.

  When she’d almost zoned out from the pleasure, he changed to a stingier one, but after a while, that pain had suddenly morphed into pleasure, too. Then he upped things one more time. This flogger hurt at first. He’d asked her to take it for him, and she’d gritted her teeth, determined to stick it out and please him. She had her safe words if she needed them. Yellow to slow down, red to stop, and black if it was something medical like a cramp.

  She tried to hold her position as the blows from the flogger rained down, but she was having trouble holding position. Reluctantly she found herself calling out Yellow, expecting him to be mad, but instead, he’d been solicitous. When he realized that the problem was that she was having trouble holding position, he kissed her forehead and went into the closet, returning with what he’d called his toy bag.

  From the bag, he dug some restraints and tied her into place, using the frame of the bed to position her. Being restrained in place, she realized, let her relax and stop worrying about holding position. She could let go and just absorb the sensations. On the other hand, not being able to move at all, being tied into place with her legs wide open and her ass in the air, had made her feel extremely vulnerable and unbelievably turned on.

  When he traded the flogger for a riding crop, she’d only moaned with need, trying to position her ass to get more. When he struck her between her legs for the first time, she thought her legs would collapse. He struck her right on the pussy, and a jolt of arousal shot through her. He went back to whipping her buttocks, moving around so he never hit the same area twice, until without warning, he struck her pussy again.

  She could feel the orgasm starting to run through her, the little tremors running through her body. He could sense it, too, and he leaned down to whisper into her ear.

  “You don’t have permission to come. If you do, it’ll be your last orgasm for twenty-four hours.”

  She felt herself going rigid with shock. He’d told her that the Dom owned his sub’s pleasure, and he’d forbidden her from masturbating without permission. She’d been even more shocked when he implied that he might like to watch her masturbate and had immediately changed the subject.

  And now with the stinging between her legs and her ass throbbing, she wanted, no she needed to come. She groaned, ready to start begging.

  “Please, Sir. I need to come. Please.”

  “Hold it, sub. Just a little longer. I want to be inside you when you come.”

  “I’ll try, Sir.”

  “You’ll do better than that, pet. You want to please me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please hurry, Sir.”

  And then the crop came down hard on her clit and she couldn’t hold back the tremors any more. But before she lost control completely, she felt him move behind her and slide into her pussy in one smooth stroke. She was so wet that his latex-covered cock slid in easily.

  “Come, pet!” he instructed, and the tremors turned into a full-fledged earthquake, her body bucking wildly beneath him as he pounded into her without mercy. She reveled in his loss of control as a second wave of tremors rolled through her body and still he pounded her from behind, his hipbones slapping against her
sore ass, which just served to drive her climax higher.

  By the time he came inside her, she was limp, lying under him, still tied into place, just taking his possession as he pistoned in and out of her, moving hard and fast as he reached for his own orgasm. Her climax had peaked, but gentle tremors still rolled through her as he finally held himself deep and poured his cum into the condom.

  They stayed like that for a few minutes, his softening cock still inside her, his body, also limp, lay over hers as he breathed hard from his exertions. Finally, all too soon, he detached himself from her, first disposing of the condom and then cleaning her up before removing the restraints and pulling her into his arms and cuddling up together on the bed.

  * * * *

  The next morning dawned bright and clear. Aly lay back against the pillows, reluctant to get up. She knew that Max was already up, his solid warmth missing from the bed.

  She rolled over. Maybe she could go back to sleep and just forget that today was the day they were heading to Libertine Island. The thought both thrilled and scared her, and sometimes she forgot that the real reason they were going was Rebecca. She wished that it was just her and Max on holidays. But she’d gotten him to go with her under false pretenses, and now she had to see it through to the end.

  If he ever found out that she’d talked to Rebecca and had realized that things were actually okay…well, they were actually more than okay. Rebecca was blissfully happy with her two men, and she was sure that the anonymous letter writer had to be Professor Holtzman, the man who’d harassed her at school and tried to get her fired from Libertine Island, not to mentioned tried to rape her when he visited the island after insinuating himself into the group who had come to perform a pre-opening inspection.

  Unfortunately for him, two of the people on the inspection team were respected college professors and they had made sure that he’d pay for his actions. He was already on tenuous ground at work because word had gotten out about the way he treated attractive female students. With work getting around about his attack on Rebecca, he’d find it very difficult to get another position in academia where reputation was everything.

  She’d talked with Rebecca for more than two hours, and she was convinced that Rebecca was in good hands. And she’d confessed to Rebecca that she’d fallen back in love with Max. Or, more precisely, she’d never actually fallen out of love with him. She confessed that she was worried that Max knew she’d been in contact with Rebecca and knew she was fine, she’d have lost her excuse for pretending to be his sub. In the end, they’d come up with a plan. Rebecca and her men would leave the resort for a few days so that Aly and Max could have some alone time to live twenty-four-seven as Master and sub.

  Aly hoped this would show Max that she’d changed her perspective on his lifestyle and hopefully could be the start of a new relationship.

  She heard the bathroom door open, and she rolled over, smiling. Max smiled back as he walked naked toward her. He had the most magnificent body, and she’d never get tired of looking at it. She realized he was carrying something.

  He spread a towel on the foot of the bed, sat down on the edge, looking over at her.

  “Pet, there’s something we talked briefly about, but neither of us did anything about.”

  He held up what Aly realized was a razor.

  “Do I have to?” she whined.

  “On your back, ass on this towel, now.” He was using what Aly had come to think off as his Dom voice. It was deep and firm and sent shivers down her back. She scooted down the bed and positioned herself where he indicated. “Good girl. Now grasp your legs under your knees, pull them wide apart and then stay perfectly still. You won’t want me to cut anything vital while I’m shaving your pussy.”

  Did everything he say and do turn her on now? Damn. She could feel the arousal deep inside as he looked down at her spread legs, his cock stirring at the sight.

  He grabbed a chair and pulled it up so he was positioned between her legs.

  “Once I’m finished shaving you, I’m going to fuck you fast and hard so you can understand why I prefer my subs bare.”

  He paused and then pinched her right labia.

  “Ouch.”

  “What was that?”

  “Ouch, Sir. Yes, Sir.”

  He settled between her legs. First he snipped the hair short, and then he applied the shaving foam. It felt cool on her heated pussy. Then he leaned in close and started shaving her most private parts. She closed her eyes and tried to control her arousal as she felt his hot breath on her pussy. Each stroke of the razor drove her arousal higher. And she knew he knew when he pressed two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out a couple of times. Then he lifted them to his mouth before returning to his task.

  He tasted her several more times before he finished shaving her. When he was finally done, he looked up at her, between her spread legs, his eyes glittering with intent.

  “Do not let go of your legs, and do not come.”

  Then he buried his face between her legs. She almost came up off the bed as she felt him part her folds and lick her from pussy to clit. Over and over again, he licked her until she was writhing desperately, the cream running out of her.

  But she needed more. She needed his mouth on her clit. She wanted his fingers, or better yet, his cock, inside her. She reached down to grab his head and pulled it tighter against her pussy.

  “What were you told?” Max pulled away, leaving her desperate to come.

  “Please, Sir. I’m sorry, please. I won’t move again.”

  “I know you won’t.”

  He pulled something she couldn’t see out of his toy bag. First he fastened wide leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Then he joined her left ankle to her left wrist and her right ankle to her right wrist. Now when he pushed her legs apart, she was helpless to do anything but take when he gave her.

  Once, twice, three times he drove her to the brink of orgasm only to pull back and leave her hanging. The third time sent her over the edge. She started crying and begging.

  “Please, Sir. Please let me come. Please. I’m sorry for misbehaving. I’ll be good. But please let me come.”

  “Such sweet words, but maybe that’s because you want something from me. Hmmm. How do I know my sweet sub means them?”

  “I mean it, Sir. I do. I’ll do anything. Tell me how I can prove it, Sir.”

  “Ah, how I wish I could take you up on that, but I wouldn’t be a responsible Master if I took advantage of your aroused state to change the rules we are playing under. We’ll talk about it over breakfast. I’ll just have to go back to eating my pussy for a while until our food comes in an hour.”

  “Oh, Sir. You can’t keep me like this for an hour!”

  “I can if I want to, pet. This is my pussy, and I’ll play with it as long as I want to? Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Aly knew her tone was petulant, but she couldn’t help it. Max had started licking her again, and this time, he had inserted three fingers inside her now-throbbing pussy. Curling them forward while he sucked hard on her clit, Aly thought the top of her head would blow off at the force of her orgasm.

  When she started coming down, she realized that she was ramping back up again. It started with little tremors, but once he started fucking her with his fingers, she felt the earthquake hit. Still, he didn’t stop. He lapped at her cream, which was flowing freely before pushing his tongue inside her. She was bucking wildly now under his hands, or at least trying to considering how he had her restrained.

  It was like one continuous orgasm now as wave after wave after way of pleasure rolled through her. She fell back, limp, unable to even struggle against the never-ending climax that racked her body.

  When he finally reared up and pressed his cock into her swollen pussy, she felt yet another climax slam through her as he pistoned in and out of her, his pelvis grinding against her swollen clit until he roared to his own climax.

  The tears flowed freely a
s, after he disposed of his condom, he removed the restraints and massaged her ankles and wrists before gathering her up in his arms and pressing her face to his shoulder.

  “I may never walk again, Sir. I think you melted my bones.”

  She drifted off to sleep at the sound of his pleased laughter.

  Chapter Nine

  Early Saturday morning they took a cab to Dock Maarten where they would be picked up by the boat from the resort. They’d both giggled at the name before Max had turned serious on her.

  “Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve worked hard and I’ve pushed you hard these last few days, but once we get to the boat, you’ll have an audience.”

  “I want to do it, Sir.” The word came naturally now. He was her Sir, and maybe, one day, he would be her Master. She would save that for the day, if it came, that they got back together.

  He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

  “Good girl.”

  She still felt ridiculously pleased when he was pleased with her behavior. What was happening to her? She seemed to live for his approval. A kind word from him and everything was suddenly worthwhile. She wanted to please him and make him proud.

  “Do you think I’m ready? I don’t want to embarrass you, Sir.”

  “You’d never do that, pet. I’m going to have the most beautiful sub on the island, and if you misbehave, well, all the more fun for me. I’m going to enjoy leaving my mark on your ass.”

  He grinned down at her, and she felt her insides melt. She knew they were playing role. They’d agreed not to step out of character, but it still felt good and she could pretend it was real and he was her Master.

  These past couple of days had been a revelation. She hadn’t felt demeaned or abused or even dominated in any way but sexually. When they were out exploring Phillipsburg, he held her hand and opened doors for her and asked what she wanted to eat. He made the final decisions but often did what she wanted.