Free The Runaway Sub [Libertine Island 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Diane Leyne

felt like his cock was splitting her in two, just so that when he was done, she’d know that he was her new Master and he’d banish all of her sad thoughts of what she had lost.
    He forced himself to do none of the above and to keep his voice coolly detached.
    “Good. Now I’m going to have a shower and I want you to stay.” He leaned down and fastened the collar around her neck and then snapped on the leash. He then attached the leash to a hook on the footboard of the bed. That was the good thing about playing at a BDSM resort. All of the extras like hooks for restraints and the never-ending supply of lube and condoms in all the rooms.
    Caleb stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He desperately wanted to pull Jen into the shower with him, but he wanted to save that for afterward. Now he had to set the tone for their relationship. If things went well, there would be time later for shower playtime. He stepped under the spray and reached down to stroke himself. There was already a drop of pre-cum on the head. It didn’t take long to jerk off, the long ropes of semen running down the drain. It didn’t do much to reduce his erection, but he hoped it would let him last longer when she put her mouth on him. He turned the water colder and stepped into the stream. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he turned off the flow and stepped out. Drying himself, he took a deep breath.
    It was time.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jen’s heart was pounding. The moisture running down her thighs and see it pooling between her legs. She could feel the collar around her neck, and it comforted her. She hadn’t worn a collar since the one Hank had put around her neck. She’d removed it to place it in his coffin and had not let anyone collar her since.
    Wearing Caleb’s felt good. Having a leash attached and being tied to the bed turned her on more than she’d ever imagined. Sweet, laid-back Caleb had taken charge. She’d been worried that he wouldn’t be strict enough with her, but all of her reservations were gone. She knew that he would take her and Master her and she would be able to submit to him. She had no doubts at all.
    She heard a sound and looked up. It was Caleb, overwhelmingly male, naked, his cock hard and erect, looked huge from her kneeling vantage point. She watched him fist it and desperately wished she were the one touching it.
    He walked over to stand in front of her. She had to force herself to drop her head to the floor as he instructed her, waiting for his command to suck his cock.
    He surprised her by circling around her. She waited, desperately wanting to taste his cock. She felt him pause behind her and thought he might have gone down on his knees, too. He lightly ran his hands down her arms and then pulled her arms behind her. His fingers checked the tightness of the cuffs before clipping them together behind her back and pulling her upright. With her arms restrained behind her, her back arched and her breasts pushed forward. She desperately wished they were larger and more impressive.
    As if reading her mind, Caleb’s arms went around her and he cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands as she leaned back against him, his spread knees pressing against her hips on each side and his cock pressing against her back.
    He continued to play with her breasts, gripping her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly and tugging.
    “These are so perfect, just enough for my hands. It’s been a long time since I’ve played with a set of tits. I don’t remember it being this much fun.” Rolling her nipples, he tugged again and then twisted them, pulling one and then the other as he squeezed. She moaned with the sharp bolt of pain and pleasure.
    “You like that, subbie? Then you are going to love the clamps I’ve brought for you. Maybe, if you are very, very good, I’ll attach a leash to your clamps tomorrow and lead you around by your tits. Would you like that?”
    Jen wasn’t sure if