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

had lost the ones they’d loved to violence. Rey, unlike Hank, was still alive, but he might as well be as dead as their relationship.
    Caleb wasn’t looking to replace Rey, but to have the satisfaction of giving Jen what she needed and then to sink his cock inside her and get his own release with another person instead of alone. He needed that. He needed Jen and he thought that she needed him too. He headed off to the toy store to get some floggers. Tonight they’d both get what they needed and they would fall asleep in each other’s arms and maybe both of them would get some peace.

Chapter Five
     
    As a bridesmaid, Jen sat at the head table with the happy couple as well as Rebecca and her two men, Maggie, and Duncan and Andie. Jen had hoped that Caleb would be drafted to even out the male-to-female ratio, but it was another of the Hayes brothers, Chris, who was sitting with Maggie and they appeared to be looking at architectural drawings. Carter was occupied with the food but not so occupied that he didn’t come out and glare at his brother a few times.
    She spied Caleb at a table on the right along with the third Hayes brother, Dalton, and a couple of people she didn’t recognize. It seemed like almost everyone in the resort was there, and Carter had the event organized with military precision. She wondered idly if he had been in the army because the way he ordered his staff around sometimes seemed more army-like rather than Dom-like. She was glad she wasn’t working for him or submitting to him. She watched his staff closely, thinking they must be about ready to mutiny, but surprisingly they all seemed more amused by his tantrums than intimidated. Either he’d hired an entire staff of masochists, or he really was a great leader when he wasn’t losing it.
    Jen also wished she could see Aly better. She’d been over at Aly’s cabin earlier with Maggie when Max arrived so he could help her into her chastity belt. She’d vowed eternal revenge on her friends as she’d been led into the bedroom. When they saw her again an hour later, walking up toward where the dinner had been laid out in the main dining room, she’d been walking very carefully, with an odd gait, so clearly Max had inserted the vibrators.
    She’d stopped to glare at them before taking her seat but then had stopped abruptly, her body suddenly tense. Jen had smothered a grin. It was clear that Max was playing with the remote control, and he felt no need to hide his glee.
    “Ladies, I can’t thank you enough for this wonderful toy. I know it will give me many, many hours, days, hell, weeks and months of pleasure!” He helped Aly into her seat and then tenderly rubbed her back to help sooth her from the torment he was creating.
    A few minutes later, Aly’s body suddenly slumped. She was breathing hard as he continued to rub her back. Turning, she looked over at her friends. “You are both dead, do you understand me? Dead. And tell Rebecca that I will kill her, too, once I can move again. I think this torture device melted my bones.”
    Then she leaned over and kissed Max. Jen felt happy and a bit envious. They were so in love. They’d known each other for years before they started dating. Hell, she, Aly, Maggie, and Rebecca had known each other since they were kids, and Max was Maggie’s older brother, so they’d known him almost as long. About two years ago, Max and Aly had started dating. It had all ended badly six weeks later followed soon after by Aly taking a one-year assignment overseas as a journalist embedded with Doctors Without Borders.
    A couple of months ago, concern about some anonymous letters about Rebecca being held at a BDSM resort against her will by two Doms had prompted her to investigate, and the only way she could get on the island was by approaching the only person she’d known in the lifestyle, Max, and coming here posing as a couple. She didn’t know the details about what happened, but they’d clearly worked out