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

by Diane Leyne

  Her own desire rose quickly. If he was too tired to take her again, she’d take him. Pulling away from his grasp, she maneuvered carefully until she was straddling his hips, facing him. Then it was her turn to kiss him. She started on the side of his jaw and then nibbled her way across to the other side before finally claiming his lips. He reached for her, but she pulled back.

  “Hands on the sides of the tub, subbie,” she ordered. “And don’t let go if you want to come!”

  “Yes, Mistress”

  Returning to her task, she claimed his mouth again, delighting in taking charge. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and was rewarded with a low moan. And she could feel his hard cock, now caught up between their bodies, pressed against her stomach.

  Pulling back slightly, she rose up on her knees. Using one hand to brace on his shoulder, she reached down with the other to guide his cock into her hot, waiting pussy.

  It was so good to have him inside her. It felt like her natural state of being and she was empty without him.

  Slowly she lowered herself down until he was fully seated inside her. Grasping his shoulders, she leaned away from him, letting her head fall back as she moaned her pleasure.

  “Please move, Mistress. I can’t take much more.”

  “You’ll take what I give you, subbie!”

  But she grinned as she said it and started rising up and down on his cock, impaling herself over and over and over until she could feel her orgasm ready to bubble over. Once, twice more and she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit and that was it. Her body stiffened and jerked as her climax washed over her.

  With a roar, Max grabbed her hips, pulling her up and down on his cock until he, too, was caught up in the throes of orgasm.

  It was only when his cock had softened inside her that they both realized that he hadn’t worn a condom.

  “I’m sorry. You took me by surprise.”

  “Don’t be,” Aly reassured him, kissing him gently on the mouth. “I take full responsibility, and it was amazing. If it’s okay with you, can we dispense with the condoms? We’ve both been tested, and I’m on birth control. I liked, no, I loved having no barriers between us.”

  “Well, if you insist.” His tone was reluctant, but when Aly looked at him, she saw his pleased grin and she was glad she’d suggested it. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek. She realized that she was blissfully happy.

  * * * *

  An hour and a half later, Aly wasn’t so happy. It was workout time. She’d had the breakfast from the eating plan that Dalton Hayes had prepared and given Max, and she knew that afterward she’d be expected to eat again.

  In the meantime, the sadist had her on the rowing machine, which would be followed by interval training and would end on the treadmill. She occupied herself by thinking of ways to torture him. Maybe she’d tie him to one of his vile machines and turn it up high. Or she’d force him to do internal training until he felt like he’d fall down, and then she’d make him run five miles on the treadmill.

  But finally they were done. She dragged herself to the shower while Max and Dalton put their heads together, no doubt to think up more ways to torture her. Max had said something about yoga. She hated yoga. She despised yoga. She had a feeling there would be a lot of yoga in her future.

  She dawdled as long as she thought she could before re-emerging in the fresh tank top and shorts that Max had provided her. Of course, being on Libertine Island, they weren’t a regular tank top and shorts. The shorts were so short that half her ass hung out, and the neckline of the tank top was so low that her boobs were pretty much on display. The straps just covered her nipples if she didn’t move. When she did, one or both would peak out.

  She would never get used to this. But it pleased Max, so she would handle it. Besides, she was still being allowed to wear more than most of the subs on the island.

  Walking into the gym, she could see Dalton hand Max what looked like a hand-drawn map.

  “Guess what, pet. We’re going on a boat cruise to a private beach. What do you think of that?”

  “Sounds great. When do we go?”

  “Dalton just called his brother to prepare a picnic lunch for us. He’s going to get the boat ready while I go back to the cabin to pick up a few things.”

  “What do you need me to do?”

  “Go down to the dock with Dalton and sit on a bench and wait for me. I won’t be long.”

  * * * *

  Twenty minutes later Aly and Max were gliding over the water toward the private cove that Dalton had suggested. Max smiled at the pleasure on Aly’s face as the boat tore through the water. It was a speedboat, and it was as easy to handle as Dalton had said it was. They were making their way up the Caribbean side of the island. They had been told that the beach was about three-quarters of the way up and they’d recognize it by the brand new dock. His brother Chris had overseen the construction of the island resort, but he also liked to work with his hands and had helped out with the building of the dock for the owner, who was a friend of his.

  Dalton had assured Max that the family was away for a few days on a sail boat and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday at the earliest and that they were welcome to use the beach on the cove as long as they picked up after themselves, which seemed like a more than reasonable request.

  A few minutes later, they tied the boat up at the dock, and Max had unloaded their picnic gear and several bags before giving Aly a hand up onto the dock. He let her carry one of the bags but took the basket and the other bag himself. She offered to carry the second bag as well, but he didn’t want her peeking.

  They set everything down under a few shade trees on the northern end of the beach and spread out a large blanket. They decided to go for a quick swim before eating. Like the main beach, the water in the cove was gentle and warm and the sand white and soft. Stripping their clothes off, they dashed into the water. Max gave Aly a five-second head start but still managed to catch her before she reached the edge of the water.

  Laughing, he picked her up and waded deep before lifting her high up in his arms and tossing her into the water. She came up laughing and sputtering before splashing water onto him.

  “What! Do you have no respect for your Master!” he roared before chasing her through the water. He caught her easily and this time, swept her up in his arms for a kiss. “You will pay for your insolence!” he teased before striding out of the water and carrying her back to the blanket. Setting her down gently, he rolled on top of her and began kissing his way down her body.

  By the time he got to her pussy, she was writhing with need. He slid up her body, his face serious.

  “Pet, I want fuck your ass.”

  Aly stilled. Max knew that she knew this day was coming. He’d stretched her ass each day, putting in a larger butt plug each time, but he needed her approval before he did it. She stared at him for a long moment before leaning forward and kissing his lips before pulling away and rolling over onto her stomach.

  He felt a surge of love and desire so mingled together that he didn’t know if he could ever untangle the emotions. She was amazing and perfect, and he didn’t know what he would do if she wanted to end things once they left the island. Sometimes people did things while in a vacation setting that they regretted when they returned home. He’d work hard to make sure she never regretted a second with him.

  He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck before pulling her hips up and spreading her knees so that her ass was high in the air and her face rested on her folded arms. He retrieved the lube from his toy bag and squirted out a generous amount first into the crack of her ass and then onto his fingers.

  “Pet, I need you to relax. I’ll do everything I can to prepare you, but there may still be a bit of pain to start, but I swear that once I’m inside you, it’ll be worth it.”

  “I trust you, Master.”

  Master. She called him Master. She’d never done that before. Reverently, he pressed a finger to her virgin rosette, ri
mming it several times before he pressed inside. Gently, he moved his finger in and out of her ass. Once she started to relax, he added a second finger. She stiffened but then start to relax again as he moved within her. Carefully, he began making scissoring movements and heard her groan. He continued and the groan turned into a moan, and he could see the moisture starting to seep out of her pussy.

  He removed his fingers and was pleased to see her push back as if to try and prevent his action, and he heard her sound of disappointment. He wasn’t stopping. He just wanted to add more lube before he added a third finger. He knew that this would burn, but it was a necessary step. He only hoped that the butt plugs had done their job because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was buried balls-deep in her lush ass.

  * * * *

  Aly felt Max add a third finger and didn’t know what was stronger, the burning feeling like a forbidden pleasure as he activated nerve endings that she hadn’t known she possessed. She’d thought the butt plugs had aroused these nerves, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now.

  She clenched hard on his fingers, and she heard a sound of satisfaction from Max. He removed his fingers again and moved so that he was positioned over her. She knew that he was now going to breach her ass, and she was excited and scared and could not wait for him to take her this way.

  She felt a pressure against her anus. It was unrelenting, and her tight tissues begin to give way slowly to allow the intruder in, but his cock was bigger than the butt plugs or his fingers, and she could feel herself continue to stretch. It began to hurt, but there was another feeling, too. It was more than a feeling. It was a primal need to have him inside her. She found herself instinctually pushing back against him until, with a pop, the head of his cock was inside her and her muscles had contracted to hold him tight.

  She heard Max groan.

  “You are so tight, baby. I’ve got to start moving before I explode.”

  Gently, he started moving inside her, pushing in a few inches and then pulling out, until he was fully embedded in her ass. His heavy balls slapped against her pussy as he buried himself to the hilt in her back passage.

  He held her tight, bracing himself on his left forearm as he used his right arm to pull her back to him. He buried his face in her neck, kissing it, nibbling on it, and then biting down until Aly knew that there would be a mark the next day.

  “Mine,” he whispered into her ear. “Mine. My tits and my pussy and my ass! My woman. My sub. This is my mark on you. My cock is in your ass. My body is surrounding yours. You are mine. Say it! Not just for a week. I had planned on using more finesse, but fuck finesse. I want you back, Aly. Forever. We belong together.”

  “Oh, Max. I want you back, too. I wanted to take back what I said almost immediately, but you drove off instead of coming in so we could talk as I expected. And then there was the story. I couldn’t say no to that opportunity, and when I came back, I thought that too much time had passed and surely you’d found someone else, someone less judgmental.”

  “Oh, Aly. There was no one else. I played occasionally, but no one matched up to you. I called you a few days. I’d wanted to give you a few days to calm down because I figured you were freaked because I’d sprung everything on you too suddenly. I cursed my impatience and decided to ask for another chance, but when I called you, you were already on a plane. I thought I’d missed my chance. When Maggie called me and invited me to lunch, and then I saw you there, I felt like a prayer had been answered…”

  “Um, Max.”?

  “Yes, pet?”

  “Can we fuck now and talk later?”

  * * * *

  Max laughed. He felt so light and carefree. It was like a weight had been lifted of his shoulders. Bracing himself, he started moving inside her, slow and careful not to hurt her until her arousal built again. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon she was writhing under him and pushing back to meet his thrusts.

  With a guttural cry, he emptied himself inside her, pumping rope after rope of semen deep inside her. Pulling carefully out, he watched it ooze out of her. It gave him such satisfaction. He couldn’t wait to see his cum sliding out of her pussy and her lips as he took her again and again and again.

  “Sorry, Sir, for crying yet again.”

  Max leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. “You have a lot of emotions locked up inside you. For me, even just hearing second hand about Eliana, it just guts me. You saw these things close up. You have been holding so much inside. Let me help you carry your burden. Lean on me whenever you need to.” He suddenly wished he could do more for her. She was in pain and he couldn’t take it away and it was killing him. And then she smiled and it was blindingly brilliant.

  “Max, Sir. When you hold me like this after I cry, I feel like I’m healing inside a little more each time. I don’t know how or why, but you are good for me. This is good for me. You’re a good Dom and a better man, Max. Thank you.”

  Feeling his cheeks flaming, and unsure what to say, he leaned down to her forehead again and then reached inside the toy bag and took out some wet wipes and cleaned them both up before walking down to the water’s edge and cleaning up more thoroughly. Returning to Aly, he was just about to settle down beside her when he heard the sound of a boat.

  Pulling on his shorts quickly, he then helped Aly to dress.

  They watched the sail boat tie up at the end of the dock and a woman and three men debark. The five of them walked slowly toward each other before the women started running, meeting in the middle with a big hug.

  Clearly that was Rebecca, and the men must be Mal and Mike. Walking up to them, he shook their hands.

  “Max Barton.”

  “We figured.”

  “Sorry about being on your private beach. Dalton said the owners would be away another day. I didn’t connect that this would be you two.”

  “No reason why you should have, and we did plan on one more night away, but Rebecca decided she wanted to come back early and plan a party for you and Aly.”

  “Party? That was awfully optimistic. Why was she so sure that Aly and I would get back together? I mean it’s obvious that we have, but why did she think that?”

  “Max!”

  Max winced. He hadn’t heard Aly use that tone since that night.

  “Yes, dear?”

  “Max. Rebecca tells me that you contacted Mal and Mike and asked them to take her away for a few nights. Just when were you going to tell me that?”

  “Well, I thought it would be good if we had some uninterrupted time at the resort before dealing with the Rebecca situation. Besides, I talked to some mutual friends, and they assured me the three of them were blissfully happy.”

  “So you didn’t really come here with me to find out about Rebecca?”

  “I would have helped her if she needed it, but I knew she didn’t, so I could concentrate on getting you back.”

  “I see.” Max looked at her stern expression, and his stomach dropped. Was their reconciliation over before it began?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Aly looked at Max, and she couldn’t keep teasing him any longer. She could hardly be angry with him for doing exactly what she did.

  “You mean she hasn’t told you, man?” It was Mike who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

  “Told me what?”

  “She talked to Rebecca and to me and Mal a few weeks ago. She knew that everything was copacetic long before you guys came down here. In fact, she asked Rebecca if we could get away for a few days, too.”

  Aly looked at the sudden comprehension on Max’s face. He placed his hands on his hips. “Well, well, well. Did my sub lie to me?”

  “You aren’t mad, are you? We basically did the very same thing.”

  “Yes, but you are the sub and I am the Dom. You don’t get to keep things from me. Ever.”

  “You are not angry, are you? You kept things from me. The same thing, actually. You did the exact same thing I did. “

  “Y
up, but there’s one big difference.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I get to tan your ass for lying to your Dom before I fuck your brains out. Silly pet. Now when we get back to our cabin, I’m going to set your ass on fire, and you aren’t going to come until I give you permission, which will not be for a very long time.”

  Aly looked at Rebecca, who was sandwiched between her two men and looking very happy indeed.

  “Becs, help me.”

  “I don’t think so, Aly. I would never get between a sub and her Dom, not if I didn’t want to get my own ass tanned.” She paused. “Hmm, come to think of it…” She squealed as Mal scooped her up in his arms.

  “Max, you can take care of your sub, and Mike and I’ll take care of this brat. Don’t worry about the picnic basket. We’ll return it to the kitchen tomorrow. Maybe we can have dinner tomorrow. We’ll be sure to set out some nice fluffy pillows for our subs as I think they both may be having trouble sitting?”

  “Why me? What did I do?” pouted Rebecca, and Mal strode down the dock with her, followed closely by Mike.

  Aly watched their retreating backs.

  Max laughed and threw her over his shoulder as he strode down the beach. Squatting carefully, he retrieved his toy bag before heading down the dock to their boat. He lowered Aly to the ground before tossing the bag onboard. Then he stepped onto the boat, guiding Aly carefully so she didn’t slip. Then he helped her to her seat before retrieving his bag.

  “I wouldn’t want to leave this behind.”

  “But there are lots of toys back at the cabin and even more in the main playroom.”

  “Yes, but this bag has something that the others don’t have.”

  “What’s that?”

  She saw him rooting in an inside pocket but she couldn’t see what he retrieved. It seemed small, and she wondered what new erotic torture he was going to visit upon her and couldn’t wait to find out what it would be.