It was a beautiful sight—his bound slave girl being fucked by a relentless, powerful machine over which he alone had control. His slave girl! Not just a trainee or a play partner, but his personal slave to mold and train as she craved and he longed for. Yes, they were very new together. And she was only scheduled to stay until the end of the week.
But if he had his way, over the remaining few days, he would bind her so thoroughly to his will and to his heart that she would never want to leave.
It wasn’t long before she trembled in that telltale way he was learning signaled her impending orgasm.
“Fight it,” he reminded her. He knew from working with others that it was nearly impossible to resist orgasming with Maestro after a certain point. It was his job to make sure he brought her right to that edge before pulling back. She might not make it this first time around, but he was a patient man. He would work with her until she mastered her own impulses—a necessary step for a true sex slave.
He didn’t want her to fail, and so he kept a careful watch. It wasn’t long before her breathing segued into rapid panting, her fists clenched with the effort of resisting, her eyes squeezed shut. Sensing her rising climax, he calculated just how long she could endure without falling over the edge.
Just before she crossed that line, he flicked off the machine. Her body, which had been arched and rigid with her efforts to stave off her climax, collapsed against the platform as she let out a long, low moan and then began to cry.
Her sudden and unexpected tears tore at his heart, even though he understood their reason. He was there at once, releasing her bonds and lifting her into his arms. He kissed away her tears as he carried her to the recovery couch.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” she said, half-laughing at the same time. “That was maybe the hardest thing I’ve ever done—not letting myself come. I didn’t even know I could do that.”
“Don’t worry about the tears,” he said, smiling tenderly at her as he settled with her on the couch, cradling her in his arms. “They’re just a release valve for the intensity of what you experienced.” He stroked the hair from her face and then lowered his hand to cup her cunt, which was swollen and hot to the touch. His cock ached with the need to fuck her.
She shuddered at his touch, still over-stimulated from the session. “You please me, slave Skylar,” he murmured, gazing into her eyes. “You were so sexy, trembling and moaning, doing your very best not to come. I don’t know if you can get this, but when you suffer for me like that, it satisfies something deep in my dominant soul. It makes me want to take you further—to see how far you can go, how far I can take you.”
“Oh, Sir,” she breathed, her eyes shining, her cheeks flushed. “I want that, too.”
“Even if it’s anal play?” he teased, though as he did, he recognized that was still an area that needed focus.
Some of the dreaminess fell away from her features, a look of resolve entering her intelligent green eyes. “Even anal, Sir,” she replied with conviction. Then she flashed an impish grin and demanded, “Kiss me, you fool.”
Laughing, he dipped his head to kiss her mouth. She brought her arms around his neck as she parted her lips for his tongue. After a long, sweet kiss, Caelan rose from the couch, Skylar still in his arms. He set her down on her feet, steadying her as she got her balance. “Let’s go upstairs. You’ve earned that orgasm.”
After dinner, they took a walk together along the beach. They sat in the cool sand as the sun dipped down below the horizon. Caelan draped his arm loosely around Skylar, pulling her closer.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. “I never want to leave this place,” she said wistfully, her eyes fixed on the water. “I love what’s happening between us.” She lifted her head to regard him. “But what happens at the end of the week?”
“What do you want to happen?” Caelan replied. “Because if you’re able to stay longer, you can stay as my guest. Ella and Ryan are fully on board with that.” He held his breath, not sure what she would say.
Her face broke into a broad, happy smile, her eyes shining. Then she sighed, her face clouding. “Eventually, I have to return to my stupid job and my stupid boss and my stupid life,” she added morosely. Just as quickly, she brightened again. “But I still have another week of vacation left. If you’re sure you can swing it, I’d love to stay. I need to.”