Sun, Sand and Submission – Libertine Island 2
“What exactly is it that you need my connections for? Is it something to do with this job of Rebecca’s?”
He looked from one to the other, and now suddenly, none of them would meet his eye. That only meant one thing. It had something to do with BDSM. Other than being a guy, it was the only unique thing he brought to the table. And then he had his lightbulb moment.
“This resort she’s working at, it wouldn’t happen to be Libertine Island, would it?” The women’s mouths all dropped open, and Max found himself roaring with laughter. “Little Rebecca’s got herself a job there? And it sounds to me like you’re saying she’s found herself not one but two Doms to look after her? Good for her. I didn’t think she had it in her. I’m impressed.”
“You know the place?” Aly stared at Max as if he’d suddenly grown two heads. “Have you been there? Did you know Rebecca was there? Do you know this Mal and Mike Reynolds?”
“Hey, one question at a time. I know about it because A, the reason you invited me here is that I’m connected in the BDSM community, and B, a good buddy of mine, Jake, in the IT community did the tech setup there and he called me and I did some informal consulting. I’ve never been there, although I’ve thought of going. He offered me a free week as a thank-you for the IT help. Sounds like a pretty sweet setup to me. A whole week on a private island where there’s no one to judge you or your lifestyle, where you can live it twenty-four-seven if you want to and that would just make you the ‘normal’ one.”
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He’d used air quotes to highlight the word normal, and his tone was slightly bitter. Aly found herself staring at him with shock. They’d never discussed that part of his life since they’d gone back to being “friends.” It was her turn for air quotes, at least in her head. No matter how much she kept telling herself that what she felt for Max was nothing but friendship, it was a big fat lie. Just sitting with him at a restaurant and hearing his laugh and watching the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled had her stomach and, yes, her pussy clenching.
He was one of the hottest men she’d ever met. Oh, there might be handsomer men, but none had his combination of rugged good looks and humor. And Max was a seriously nice man, a quality that seemed to be lacking nowadays. He helped little old ladies across the street, rescued kittens from a tree at least twice that she knew of, and had always had time for his younger sister and her bratty friends, even when they were ten and he was fifteen and got harassed by his own friends for letting his baby sister, who hero-worshipped him, hang around.
And she’d rejected him outright, refusing to even have an adult discussion. She’d panicked and shut down emotionally. And she knew she’d hurt him. She’d seen it in his face before he’d shut down and simply grabbed the bags they’d never gotten around to unpacking and carried them back to the car.
He’d driven all the way back to Chicago without a word. And she knew she’d really hurt him when he did something so out of character that she’d gasped aloud with surprise. He got out of the car and removed her bags from the trunk and placed them beside her. Then he got in the car and drove away without a word. It was only then that she realized just how badly she’d hurt him. Max Barton was a gentleman to his toes. He’d never drive away and leave a woman, or even a man, standing on the curbside. He’d at least walk them to their door and see them safely inside. He’d probably insist on carrying their bags, too.
But he’d driven away, leaving her on the curb. As she gathered her bags, she felt the tears begin to fall. They continued to fall for the rest of the weekend as she mourned what might have been. Then she banned them, determined to move on and forget Max.
And here he was now, sitting across the table from her, looking none too happy at being there. Clearly Maggie hadn’t told him that she’d be there. Aly wished she could run away. She understood why he didn’t want to see her, but Rebecca needed them both, and they’d have to put aside their differences to make sure she was okay.
She just had to get him to stop laughing and take the situation seriously.
“Patience, patience. I’m setting the pace, darlin’. And I’m planning on taking my time. If you don’t spread those hot legs for me, I’m going to tie them so they are spread wide and you’ll be totally at my mercy. Would you like that?”
She’d moaned her answer, reluctantly opening her thighs wide. He’d run a finger lightly down her slit, scooping up her cream, which was flowing freely. He licked his finger, and his expression said he’d never tasted something so wonderful.
“I guess you do like the idea. Here, have a taste.” He scooped up some more cream and held his finger to her mouth. Tentatively, she opened her mouth and licked his finger. She’d never tasted herself, and it felt unbelievably decadent.
He grinned wickedly at her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and then slid down her body, pausing to kiss each breast and lightly suckle one nipple then the other. Once he had her moaning with desire, he moved lower again, until he was positioned between her spread thighs.
He raised himself up on his forearms and looked directly at her. “Keep your legs apart and still, or I’ll tie them that way. Understand, darlin’?”
She nodded, so turned on by the dominance in his tone. They’d played at it before, but this time, he was really taking charge, and she felt the cream begin to leak from her pussy. Even if her mind was shocked by his words, her body was turned on by them.
“Not good enough, sweetheart. I need you to say the words. Are you going to keep still for me, or do I have to fully restrain you? Answer me now, or I’ll assume you want to be completely tied down.” He smiled wickedly up at her. “Would you like that? I know I would. To have you completely at my mercy and be able to do anything at all I wanted to you. Yes, maybe I’ll just…”
“No, I’ll be good. I promise.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she’d regretted them. She realized the thought of being completely helpless was both scary and something she desperately wanted, but it was too late. The words were out. Max looked at her, and it was like he could read her mind. She was sure he knew that she wanted him to tie her down, just as she was sure he wouldn’t do anything that she said no to. She trusted him completely.
Settling between her legs, he lowered his head and licked her slit from bottom to top. Then he’d gone to work. It hadn’t taken long before she was on the verge of coming. His mouth and tongue were unbelievably talented. When he’d pushed his tongue inside her, mimicking what she knew he’d be doing later with his cock, she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure as she came hard as soon as he pinched her clit. She’d expected him to move up her body and push his cock inside her, but he surprised her by not moving anything but his mouth.
He licked higher, caressing and sucking her labia but avoiding her clit, which was still throbbing from her first climax. She kept trying to angle her hips so that his mouth would cover that throbbing bundle of nerves, but he denied her.
She almost screamed with frustration as she pulled against the bonds keeping her arms up above her and preventing her from moving him into the position she wanted.
He just chuckled and held her still until she stopped moving. When she did, he rewarded her by slipping a big finger inside her. She found herself whimpering when he added a second. When he curled them, pressing against the pleasure spot inside her at the same time his mouth finally found her clit, suckling hard before biting down gently, she screamed long and loud as her body bowed off the bed as her climax slammed through her with the power of a freight train.
She sagged back onto the mattress, but he didn’t give her any time to recover. His mouth kept working on her, his fingers moving assuredly inside her, in and out, in and out.
She could feel another climax building, her nipples so hard and tight they throbbed almost in pain. She moved restlessly, but he held her still and he moved his fingers in and out. The feeling of fullness was wonderful, and yet it made her wish it were his cock inside her, filling her, pounding into her.
“Please, Max. I want you inside me.”
“But, Aly, I am inside you.”
“Just your fingers. I want more.”
“Okay.” She felt satisfaction and anticipation for about a second and a half until he shoved a third finger inside her.
She could feel another climax beginning to build, but his fingers weren’t enough.
“No, no. I want your cock inside me.”
“That’s not what you asked for. I gave you exactly what you wanted, and now you are dissatisfied. Maybe I should stop?”
“No, please no. I need to come again. Please.”
“Please what? Please finger fuck me until I come, Max? Or maybe, please, Max, fuck me with your cock…?”
“Yes, yes. That’s it. That’s what I want.”
“Say the words.”
“Say the words. Tell me exactly what you want? No, I’ve changed my mind. Beg me for what you want. You want my cock inside you, then you are going to have to beg for it.”
Aly stiffened. He was good in bed, but she begged no man. She decided to wait him out. She’d already come twice, and he hadn’t. She knew he had to be pretty desperate to fuck her. She just had to wait him out.