One True Master (Desire Island 1)

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her expression suddenly serious. “I want it more than ever.” She regarded him a long moment, as if gathering her thoughts. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. I’ve been in the scene for years, but I never found what I was looking for.” She offered a rueful smile. “I didn’t even really know what I was looking for, to be honest. But with you… You’re the first guy who didn’t let me…” She trailed off.

He grinned, finishing for her. “Didn’t let you run the show? Didn’t let you top from the bottom?”

She laughed. “Yes. Exactly that.”

He reached for her throat, spanning it with his thumb and forefinger and squeezing just hard enough to elicit her sudden gasp and the dilating of her pupils as she stared into his eyes. “Those days are gone, slave Skylar. You belong to me. You will submit completely and without reservation.” He squeezed a little harder, his cock stiffening at the delicious combination of fear and desire he saw in those green and gold eyes. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you, Sir.”

If this was transference, he’d deal with the consequences later. Right now he wanted her too much to care. He released his hold on her. “I want to take you upstairs to my suite. I want to make love to you.”

A sweet, almost shy smile lifted her lips, like a time-lapse video of a flower unfurling. “Yes, please,” she said softly.

Caelan jumped to his feet. Skylar reached for the container of potato salad and placed it in the basket. “Don’t worry about that stuff,” he said impatiently. “I’ll send one of the slaves out to clean it up.”

He held out his hand and she took it. Pulling her upright, he drew her into his arms once more, holding her close. He loved the feel of her soft breasts and poking nipples against his chest. His cock was so hard it hurt.

They returned arm in arm to the lobby. Maya, who was behind the reception desk, stared at them as they entered, her expression revealing first her confusion, then dawning comprehension and finally a broad smile. Caelan grinned to himself. The gossip train would leave the station the second they were out of sight.

He stopped at the elevators and pushed the button. While they were waiting for the car, he turned back to Maya. “Maya, can you please have someone go out to the beach to grab our stuff? A picnic basket and towels left under one of the umbrellas.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her face now smoothed of emotion. “Right away.”

They were quiet on the ride up to the top floor. When the doors whooshed open, they stepped out together and walked to Caelan’s suite. He tapped in his code and opened the door.

Skylar stopped just inside the living room, taking it in. “Wow,” she breathed. “This is so nice.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty great,” he agreed. Free room and board were the icing on the cake of his dream job. There were six suites in total on the top floor. Ryan had one, Ella and Maya another. The space included a living room with a small kitchenette attached and a lavish master bedroom with a luxury bathroom. Both rooms had balconies that faced the ocean. There were three empty suites. The owners hoped to fill these as they brought more full-time trainers on board.

He led her into the bedroom, the focal point of which was the king-size bed. He resisted the urge to throw her down and leap on top of her. He needed her to understand they weren’t just going to be lovers with a kink. He would give her what he’d promised and what he, too, wanted—a full immersion experience.

“Remove your flip-flops and present kneeling,” he directed, pointing to the floor.

He was pleased when she immediately kicked off her sandals and lowered herself into the pose, back straight, thighs apart, chin up, eyes down. Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it over the back of a chair.

“Take off my sandals and remove my shorts.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. She removed his sandals and set them aside. Reaching for the elastic waistband of his shorts, she tugged them down, allowing his erection to spring free.

Unable to wait another second, he leaned down and pulled her upright. “Lie on your back on the bed, hands at your sides. Let your head hang off the side,” he commanded.

She quickly obeyed, spreading her lovely, naked form on the bed that had held no one but him since he’d arrived on the island three months before. He bent his legs until his groin was level with her face. Taking hold of his cock, he tapped the crown against her lips, which instantly parted.

He slid his shaft into the wet warmth of her mouth and groaned with pleasure. He moved forward slowly and carefully, easing the hard, thick shaft deeper until he was lodged at the back of her throat.