by Diane Leyne
Her pussy was tight once her climax started. It clamped down on his cock, forcing his own climax, and it almost felt like she was taking his body the same way she had taken his heart as he pumped his release deep inside of her.
He slumped onto her, careful not to rest his full weight on her. She might be muscular and strong, but she was just a little thing and he outweighed her by close to one hundred pounds. Sighing, he rolled to the side. Her eyes were closed, and her face looked replete and satisfied. A surge of possessiveness rushed through him. He did this. He, Mal, her Dom, had made her feel this way. He ran a firm hand down her body, pausing to cup the tit closest to him and pluck at the nipple. Even though she was half-asleep, she arched her body, pressing her breast into his hand.
They hadn’t known each other long. She’d known Mike longer, even if they’d only met a half dozen times before she came to the island, and they’d already had a chance to get to know each other, to want each other. He was used to taking the lead. It wasn’t often he followed his brother. In fact, he’d been pretty annoyed when Mike had kept insisting he’d met the perfect woman for them both. She wasn’t in the lifestyle, but Mike had been convinced that inside her was a sub just waiting to come out and serve the right Doms.
Little brother had been right. Everything he’d taught her, every lesson, every touch, even every punishment had seemed to resonate with her, and every time they made love… Damn. Made love? Was he a woman? Every time they fucked, he felt closer to her. It seemed like no matter how many times he took her, he wanted her again and again. His cock was already hard again and pulsing with the need to get inside her and show her again that she belonged to him.
She was tired, though. He’d worn her out, and she’d dozed off beside him, her body angled toward his as he massaged her tit. He pulled his hand back, and she made a sound of protest in her sleep. He immediately regretted his action and started to replace his hand.
No, damn it. He was a Dom, and she was a sub he shared with his brother. It wasn’t even a permanent relationship. They were on a two-week trial while he and Mike trained little Miss Vanilla and initiated her into the ways of BDSM so she could do her job effectively. After the inspection visit, they’d all talk and decide where to go from there. Maybe temporary would be extended to a full year while they worked on the island, but this was only a temporary job for her. One way or another, she was going to leave the island, be it after two weeks, three months, or a full year. She was going to leave him, so he wouldn’t, couldn’t let himself get emotionally attached to the little sub.
He’d teach her what it meant to submit. He’d use her body and give them both great pleasure, but he’d withhold his heart so that when she eventually left them, it wouldn’t hurt too much.
In the meantime, he was going to take full advantage of his current role as her Master. The inspection was almost upon them, and after that, she may decide that she’d learned enough and move out of their cabin. So until that time, he was going to enjoy her as often as his cock would allow. He reached out to the side table and grabbed the lube and generously covering his dick.
Then he rolled over, positioning himself between her parted legs and pushing his slick cock inside her swollen pussy. She groaned in her sleep, her legs coming up to grip his waist. Then her eyes flew open and their gazes locked as he started moving within her.
Chapter Thirteen
The day of the inspection visit dawned just as warm and beautiful as the fourteen that preceded it. The only unusual thing was the Rebecca was awake before her men. She lay back and sighed contentedly. The two weeks had been as perfect as could be. They’d gone over all the aspects of the job, and they all felt ready for that. They’d lovingly trained her to submit to them. She still wasn’t perfect, but when they placed that collar around her neck, she couldn’t help but melt a little inside as it symbolized their relationship. She didn’t have to decide for a few more days, but if they agreed, she wanted to continue as their sub for the year she would be at the resort.
But now was not the time to talk about. The day would be busy as usual, and then she’d do some work on her thesis before dinner. In fact, at the beginning of the second week, they put it into her schedule. As a surprise, they’d converted one of the bedrooms into an office for her and set up her computer so she’d have a private place to work. For two hours a day from five to seven, she worked on her thesis. Of course, being Doms, they’d added a twist. They made her wear a butt plug. She’d started with a small one, and each day or two they increased the size. The plan was, she was told, that after the inspection visit was over they’d celebrate by taking her together. The idea both scared and thrilled her.
Another part of the original plan was to physically chain her to her desk, but she pointed out that this might not be practical and maybe even messy, so they compromised. The bedroom had a private bathroom, so they simply locked the bedroom door from the outside during her work period. And at the end of two hours, they went to dinner and the two men took turns quizzing her on her progress. They even left her collar off and let her sit with them at the table.
At first, it was cute, until she realized that they’d begun doing online research of their own. On the third night, she put her hands over her ears and started singing “la, la, la” until they stopped talking and listened to her. They meant well, but they were quoting other writers to her, and that could unconsciously influence her conclusions. Once they understood her concern, they promised not to do it again, but both took turns spanking her that night before they fucked her unmercifully which left her limp from the number of climaxes they’d given her.
The next night when they questioned her about her progress, the nature of the questions changed. It took a little questioning from her to realize that they’d both downloaded the English translations books she was studying, and were steadfastly reading them. She got them worried when she started crying, and they promised to delete the books immediately. She had to explain that she wasn’t angry. She was unbelievably touched by their gesture and insisted that they didn’t need to go to such lengths, that their support was enough. Mike looked relieved until Mal glared at him, so they both continued to work their way through the extremely dull and complex nineteenth-century obscure literary masterpieces.
Of course, they had their own demands. Mal seemed to have a lot of work do to on the computer as well, and he claimed to think better when he was being sucked off, so every day before lunch she would stop by his office and kneel between his legs and take his cock into her mouth. She’d learned to proceed no matter what, including visitors or telephone calls.
Mike’s needs, were more complex. He believed in trying everything once, so he took out his well-worn copy of Dr. McClain’s book and insisted on working their way through it chapter by chapter. He made notes after each session about what she liked and what she didn’t. Sometimes she looked at a topic and said absolutely not, but that was rare. For example, she had no interest in seeing if she enjoyed being whipped, and luckily Mike didn’t care for inflicting that level of pain.
On the other hand, when she’d tried to beg off forced-orgasm torture, Mike overrode her objections. Fifteen orgasms later she lay on the bed as limp as a wet noodle, too spent to beg Mike to stop anymore. At twenty, her mind was a complete blank and she was floating almost disconnected from her body, as pleasure became a constant series of waves without end.
But today wasn’t like any of the earlier days. All of the staff had to be on their best behavior as the resort director, Duncan Rider, and his wife Andie Cooper were visiting and bringing with them some specially selected guests. The guests would stay for three nights and evaluate the staff on the last night, particularly the new and inexperienced staff like herself. She wasn’t sure where Mal or Mike stood but assumed their jobs were pretty secure. All she hoped was that she didn’t embarrass them or make Michelle regret giving her a chance.
Duncan and Andie would arrive along with Professor McClain and his wife-su
b Jillian, along with Professor Redmeyne and his subs Kris and Brad early in the day. Duncan and Drs. McClain and Redmeyne wanted to go fishing. Their significant others would stay on St. Maarten and go shopping while waiting for the others to arrive. Then they’d all come to the island and were expected to arrive just before dinner.
That evening there would be a dinner that would simulate one of the planned theme nights so they could observe how the waitstaff operated. Over the next three days, the visitors would split up and try out the spa, the gym, playroom, and several of the private rooms. They would also enjoy the beach and all the amenities.
On their last day, they’d evaluate all facets of the service they’d received. That would leave management almost two weeks to fix anything that needed fixing or to replace any staff that weren’t working out.
Of course, things didn’t go quite as planned. Jillian, Kris and Brad wanted to hang out at the private beach where they could go naked rather than spending time in St. Maarten, so they’d come right over to the island.
Brad had been given the option of joining either group, but he insisted he’d rather spend time with the women.
“Besides,” he confessed once the other men had left, “there’s no way I’m going to be the only sub on that boat. I don’t care if none of them are gay or bi except my Master, I’m still not going to be the only sub around all those Doms.”
Kris had immediately pouted and complained that she was the only sub who would have her Dom around, and Brad had immediately agreed to stay in sub mode while at the beach, but she’d have to submit to a spanking when they got back to the room.
“I’ll be keeping track of all of our infractions.” His tone was serious, but his eyes were laughing. Rebecca thought the hunky fireman was hot. If she didn’t already have two men of her own, she would definitely be interested, but she wasn’t sure what it would be like in a ménage with two men who were also involved with each other.
“Like he wouldn’t spank me anyway?” Kris laughed. “Deal! Now where’s this perfect beach we kept hearing about?”
“All the beaches are perfect,” Rebecca insisted. Since both of her Doms were going fishing, she’d been assigned the task of looking after the newcomers. “But the one that we are going to is exquisite. The resort has one main public beach where the majority of visitors will spend their time. You’ll have seen it when you arrived. The dock where you are moored is on the far end of the beach, and then there are the water sports areas and lots and lots of loungers, many for two and three people to share.
“We’re going to the beach that is adjacent to the private cabins. It’s a small cove, and there are no motorized watercraft allowed by the beach. The staff has brought down some loungers. There’s also electricity, so we have a small hut with a refrigerator and cold drinks and snacks as well as extra towels and sunscreen. There’s also a phone so we can call down for anything we need as well as a barbeque so we can either cook something ourselves or call for one of the private chefs to come down and cook for us.”
“What kind of cold drinks are you talking about?” Brad got straight to the point.
“Three types of beer, red and white wine, vodka, juice, soda, sports drinks, and water.”
“Sorry, Kris. I think I’m in love!”
Kris smacked his arm. “Did you check out her two Doms? You might be able to take one of them, but you’ve got no chance against them both,” she teased. He laughed and made a gesture as if he was adding a tally in the air, indicating she’d racked up another punishment for later.
Rebecca found the afternoon flew by, and they all laughed and swam and sunned. She got to spend some time talking to everyone, including Andie. She’d had some interaction with Andie, but this was the first time they’d hung out without their men.
“I’m so glad we got this chance to spend some time together. I have looked for you a few times during the cocktail hour before dinner, but you are never there.”
“There’s a cocktail hour? I wouldn’t know. I’m chained to my computer for two hours before dinner to work on my thesis.”
“Literally?”
“They tried that, but I pointed out that it could be messy if I had to use the washroom, and they relented, reluctantly. But they do quiz me over dinner to make sure that I’ve been working. It’s worse than being in school in some ways.”
“And you love it.”
“I love it.” Rebecca lost her smile for a second, and her face became thoughtful. “And, you know, I love them, too. I really think I do.”
“I can see it in your eyes.”
“I’ve known them such a short time, though. How long did you know Duncan?”
“Duncan claims it was love at first sight for him. It was definitely lust a first sight for me, but I fought it for a long time, weeks and weeks, before I gave in and admitted I loved him.”
“Weeks?”
“Yeah, I didn’t say I fought very hard!”
* * * *
All too soon it was time to head back and freshen up before dinner. It had been a great afternoon out. She really liked all of the subs, especially Brad. With their mutual interest in fitness, they had a lot in common. They lead the others in a yoga session ending with a demonstration of a number of couples yoga poses. Rebecca was surprised at how comfortable she felt with Brad’s hands on her body. She knew he was bi not gay, but he was also in a committed relationship with Damon and Kris and loved both of them very much. He considered Rebecca attractive, but he wasn’t attracted to her and the feeling was mutual. They also liked each other very much. Brad decided to sign up for a personal training session with Rebecca subject to Damon’s approval.
Then as a group, they decided to have a sub’s cocktail hour and outvoted Rebecca when she said that she didn’t have permission to skip her afternoon studies.
“As the senior sub here, I have to insist that you join us”
“I can spank you if that would make you feel better,” offered Brad.
“He’s a switch,” offered Kris. “He spanks me all the time. He’s very good at it.”
Laughing, Rebecca declined, but she did agree to meet them in the lounge area. Back at the cottage, she dithered over what to wear. On one hand, she wanted to wear something sleek and sophisticated. On the other hand, she’d been ordered to come to dinner that last two weeks wearing very little and once, nothing at all as she was being punished for talking back.
She didn’t have much to choose from. She opened the closet to have a look and was surprised to see a dress she had never seen before hanging from the inside of the closet door.
It was wrapped in clear plastic and had a note pinned to it.
A beautiful dress for our beautiful sub to wear at the final inspection party. For tonight, you may wear whatever you like. M&M. PS—no bra or panties.
Rebecca ripped away the plastic to get a better look at the long royal-blue gown. It had very thin spaghetti straps, and the fabric was so delicate and floating with many layers. She was covered with sunscreen and sand, so she took a quick shower, washing her hair and carefully exfoliating and shaving any stray hairs.
Then she carefully applied her make up for the first time since she arrived. She had a light tan even though Mike and Mal liberally coated her with sunscreen several times a day. She would have loved to wear the new dress, but instructions from Doms to subs were really orders. She considered her limited wardrobe and decided on a simple black tank and long floral shorts.
She considered what to do with her hair and decided, in the end, to leave it down. She added earrings and then she picked up her collar, buckling it around her neck. She knew that technically she was supposed to only wear it during play, but she wanted to make a statement and hoped her men would like her gesture. Otherwise she might not be sitting down for a few days.
Slipping on her favorite sandals, she made her way carefully down the walkway. The sun set early in the Caribbean. She was going to have to recommend they add some lighting as she sli
pped yet again. She sighed and stopped to take off her shoes. It wasn’t worth breaking an ankle.
* * * *
By the time she arrived at the lounge, things were in full swing. She saw the subs sitting together and laughing, and she saw a bunch of new people who she assumed were the rest of the visiting group. Looking around, she didn’t see Mike or Mal, but she did see the two doctors, McClain and Redmeyne, so she knew the boat had made it back.
She also saw a few couples she didn’t recognize so she assumed the rest of the guests had arrived safely.
Rebecca didn’t want to join the group barefoot, so she sat down on one of the couches ringing the lounge area. She was just about to slip her shoe on when she felt a presence and a masculine voice stated, “Allow me.”
She looked up about to smile and demure, but the stranger was already on one knee and slipping her first shoe on.
“No really, I’m fine.” She tried to pull her foot away, but he held firm.
“No, my dear, I insist.” For the first time, he looked up. Rebecca felt like she was in the middle of a waking nightmare.
“Oh my god, what are you doing here?”
“Did I really think I would let you go unpunished, my sweet little slut. Acting so high and mighty telling tales to the university council and then coming down here to act like the whore I knew you really were. Pretending to be so high and mighty. You make me sick. And later tonight you are going to begin to make it up to me by sucking my dick after I whip you in the dungeon.”
“Don’t touch me!” She tried to pull her foot from his grasp, but he just laughed and slipped on her other shoe before letting go.
She stood up and backed away from him slowly until she had enough distance between them, and then she turned and rushed to where her new friends were sitting.
