“What’s happening to you?” he murmured aloud. But even as he asked the question, he knew. The question was, what should he do about it?
~*~
What the hell had just happened?
Skylar leaned back against the tub, her mind reeling. She’d been both shocked and thrilled when Master Caelan had pulled off his clothes. She couldn’t help but ogle his big, strong body, her eye drawn down his muscular torso to his groin. His cock was fully erect, large and thick, the balls heavy beneath it. He was quintessentially masculine, and absolutely gorgeous.
Silently, she willed him to climb into the hot tub and, to her astonishment, he’d done just that. She wasn’t entirely sure if what he was doing was a breach of island protocol, but she hadn’t cared in the least. All she knew was she’d never been so turned on in her life.
When he’d held her on his lap, she could feel his cock, hard and hot as it nestled against her ass. She had been dying to swivel and face him so she could straddle his huge shaft, slowly lowering herself over him until she’d taken it all inside. After all, he’d climbed naked into the tub, his cock bobbing between them like an invitation—surely she was within her rights to accept it?
But before she could act on her impulse, he’d abruptly thrust her aside and gotten to his feet. He’d left her alone, confused and filled with longing. Her body still tingled with the memory of his touch, his warmth, his arms around her. She slipped her hand between her legs to ease the throb in her clit.
As she realized what she was doing, she pulled her hand away with a jerk. She was already breaking her promise to herself to fully engage in the process, whether or not there were witnesses. Master Caelan would want her to control herself right now. Maybe he even got into the tub with her to test her?
But, no. What had happened in those few amazing moments hadn’t been about training. It had been personal. But then he’d rushed from her, leaving her confused and frustrated. What was she supposed to do now?
The whirlpool must have been on a timer, because the frothing bubbles suddenly ceased, the water going still. She was thoroughly warmed up now. In fact, she was starting to overheat. Getting to her feet, she reached for a towel.
As she was drying her hair, she heard someone entering the water room. She turned, expecting to see Master Caelan, again fully dressed and fully in control. Instead, Abbie stood there. She had changed out of her workout attire and now wore a dark green satin bustier that barely covered the tops of her nipples, with matching thong panties, her feet bare, her long red hair flowing prettily over her shoulders.
“Oh,” Skylar said, confused. “Where’s Master Caelan?”
“He asked me to come let you know you can take an hour’s break. He apparently had something urgent he needed to see to. I actually have some free time right now. Want to go check out the beach? It’s good to take a break from the intensity of training now and again.”
“Um, okay. I guess,” Skylar said, still not sure what was going on. She didn’t really want a break—not from Master Caelan, at any rate. She wanted to continue where they’d left off. She wanted to ask him what that was all about.
She followed Abbie from the room, leaving the towel behind. They walked together through the main dungeon, past various scenes in progress, and down the corridor where the slave bedrooms were. “Let me just grab some sunscreen and beach towels,” Abbie said, leading Skylar into a bedroom two doors down from hers.
Abbie’s room was set up just like Skylar’s, with a bed, a bureau, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a sliding glass door at the back that opened directly out onto the beach. She’d added some personal touches, including some framed prints on the walls and a colorful throw rug by the bed. She slipped into her bathroom and emerged a few moments later with a large beach bag. She’d changed out of her bustier and now wore only the bottoms of a bright yellow bikini, her hair tucked up under her floppy straw hat.
She went to her closet and pulled out two pairs of flip-flops. “The sand can get a little hot now that the sun’s up. Want to wear a pair?”
“Sure, thanks,” Skylar said, taking the offered sandals and slipping them on her feet. She felt mildly ridiculous, dressed only in a slave collar and flip-flops, but Abbie didn’t bat an eye.
Abbie grabbed two bottles of water from her mini fridge and they went out the sliding door and onto the sand. The warm sea breeze felt refreshing against Skylar’s skin. There were large red and blue beach umbrellas set up all along the shore, many of them occupied by couples and individuals, some as naked as Skylar. They walked to an available one and Abbie pulled out two huge towels, which they set up side-by-side under the shade of the umbrella.