One True Master (Desire Island 1)

Surely it wasn’t just one-sided? Did he feel something, too?

She stroked her throat with her fingertips, recalling his masterful touch. When he’d gripped her throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing hard under her chin and cutting off her ability to breathe, her entire body had flooded with fire. She had always adored a strong man’s hand on her throat. The primal gesture made her insides melt.

Her first day on the island had been a wild ride. She’d hated the stupid butt plug, make no mistake, but at the same time, she’d adored Master Caelan’s calm insistence that she obey his commands. He was really a very sexy guy. And he was smart and accomplished. Her parents would love her to bring home a doctor, she thought with a grin.

Whoa. Where had that come from? She definitely wasn’t bringing anyone home to meet the parents, for god’s sake. Imagine if they had a clue about where she was right now? She’d told them she was taking a beach vacation, but she’d left the details purposely vague. Her private life was none of their business, just as theirs was none of hers. She was close to her older brother, Michael, and he did know she was into the scene. He was completely non-judgmental, which she appreciated. Still, he’d probably at least raise an eyebrow if he’d known she’d signed up for a 24/7 slave training packet at a BDSM fantasy island. She could hardly believe it herself.

She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. There was a palpable ache inside her cunt. Being around all this overt sexuality and intense BDSM action all day had left her more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. That one little orgasm earlier in the afternoon was just a dim memory.

Damn it, why was there that stupid rule about no masturbation without express permission? She was alone in her own room, for god’s sake. And it would help her to sleep. Who would ever know?

She was physically exhausted, but her mind refused to shut down. She again held up her arms, admiring the cuffs and chains. It was super sexy, going to sleep in chains. Hopefully she wouldn’t get tangled up in them while asleep. If she could ever fall asleep.

Finally, after having tried and failed several relaxation techniques, she gave in to her urges. Shifting from her side to her back, she moved her arms beneath the sheets, testing the chains. There was plenty of room for her to slip her hand between her legs. She bent her knees so her feet were flat on the mattress and let her legs fall open. She wasn’t surprised to find she was soaking wet. Lubricating her fingers with her juices, she closed her eyes and rubbed herself.

“Hmm,” she breathed softly into the empty room. Master Caelan slipped into her mind’s eye, his hand on her throat, his gaze holding her captive. She rubbed faster as he loomed over her, pressing his muscular thigh between her legs, his cock gripped in his hand, ready to slip into her aching heat as he lowered his face to kiss her…

Yes… Take me, Sir… I’m yours… “Ooo,” she breathed into the empty room, her fingers flying over her wet, swollen sex.

The sound of the door opening made her jump. Her eyes flew open to see Master Caelan standing in the doorway, his face in shadow, his large frame illuminated by the light from the hall.

With a small cry, she jerked her hand from between her legs, the chains of her restraints clinking. Instinctively, she drew the covers up protectively to her chin, her heart skittering in her chest. Shit, shit, shit, shit. What had he seen? Was she in big trouble? What was he doing there, anyway?

He stepped into the room. “I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just checking that you’re all right. Sleeping in chains might take some getting used to.”

He didn’t look angry. Had she gotten away with it?

His eyebrows furrowed. “You okay, Skylar?”

“Oh,” she blurted, striving to look innocent. “I’m-I’m good, thanks, Sir. I was just drifting off, actually,” she lied. Heat rushed to her cheeks. Damn it. Hopefully he couldn’t see the blush in the semi-dark.

He regarded her for a long, silent moment, during which she was certain he was reading her mind, absolutely aware of what she’d been doing. Her heart was booming so loudly she was sure he could hear it. But then, to her vast relief, he nodded, apparently accepting her lie. “Okay, then. Get a good night’s rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He closed the door with a soft click.

Skylar blew out a sigh of relief. She rolled to her side and stared past the sliding glass doors to the beach just beyond. Though it was dark outside, there was a sliver of moon silvering the sand and the waves beyond. What was she doing, exactly? She had willfully broken the rules. Why had she taken such a stupid risk? More to the point, was she going to take this week seriously, or not?