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

thought made him hornier than ever. Damn, what was it about this woman? He’d had to force himself to be matter-of-fact when he’d attached the clamps when what he really wanted was to bury his face in tits and suckle like a baby. Damn. What was wrong with him?

Chapter Seven
     
    Jen tested the bonds. Caleb had fastened her so securely to the bench that all she could do was wiggle her fingers and toes. Her breasts were hanging free, but she didn’t have enough movement to sway them herself. The clamps pinched her nipples strongly enough so there was a bite of pain, but light enough that she knew she could safely wear them for a while.
    The sensation of the chain hanging from them was an interesting one. Whenever her body jerked or tried to jerk against the bonds, it just took the minutest movement to set the chain moving, which stimulated her nipples. It wasn’t something Hank had done to her, and she found she liked it.
    Caleb moved behind her, humming softly to himself as he set out his implements of torture. Well, maybe not torture. For all of his talk, Caleb wasn’t really sadist. Her impression was that it was the control that turned him on. She could tell that her obedience got him going, and what greater submission was there than to let someone inflict pain and to take it to please them. That was the way it had been with Hank, although he really was a sadist. She could handle pain to a point, especially at the hands of an experienced Dominant who could take her to subspace where every lash of the flogger brought pleasure so fast that the pain had almost ceased to exist other than to enhance the experience.
    Caleb rubbed a big hand over her ass. Moving directly behind her he gripped both cheeks now, squeezing rhythmically. She found the feeling unexpectedly soothing. In fact, the rhythm was almost hypnotic, and that made the shock of his first slap to her ass all the more unexpected. It hurt, but the surprise magnified the feeling. Then he used his other hand to slap the other cheek and began building up the same rhythm, but this time instead of squeezing, he was slapping her ass, harder and harder, faster and faster until the first moan broke from her throat.
    She wanted to beg him to start again, but he’d ordered her silence. She tried to move her ass, something to signal him that she wanted him to continue, but he just went back to squeezing her, but now, because of the spanking, the squeezes seemed to hurt more. Finally he stopped and began spanking her again.
    She’d forgotten just how much a barehanded spank could hurt and arouse at the same time. She knew that her pussy wasn’t just moist, it was leaking fluid down her thighs, and he had a direct view. She felt him reach between her legs and slip a finger inside her pussy. It moved easily through the wetness. She tried to use her muscles to clamp down and hold it inside her, but he chuckled and pulled out before sliding a second finger inside. That stretched her slightly, and she moaned, this time with pleasure. He added a third finger, and the sensation was almost overwhelming as he started thrusting inside her. Her climax built quickly as he reached around with his other hand and parted her lips to reach between to lightly caress her swollen clit.
    The tremors started, and then suddenly he wasn’t touching her anymore. She whined in frustration as her climax slipped away.
    She wasn’t sure how long he waited. The damned man was patient to the extreme, but finally she heard him move, and then the strands of a flogger moving over her shoulders and back and then down to her ass. He was just caressing her for now, letting her know what was coming, building her anticipation.
    When he finally struck her the first time, she was more than ready. Quickly, he built into a steady rhythm, striking her with a figure-eight technique up and down her back, avoiding the kidney area. This was a soft flogger designed primarily for pleasure. It was some minutes later