Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

He gestured toward the yoga mat. “Let’s start with that yoga pose where you bend over, ass in the air so your body is like an inverted V. What’s that called? Dog something?”

“Downward dog, Sir,” she said with a smile.

“That’s it. Assume the downward dog position, ass toward me. I’m going to use some of these toys on you to get you in the proper headspace. You will maintain your position, no matter what I do. And remember—don’t come. If you think you’re about to, you can tell me that. But I expect a slave as well trained as you already are should be able to control her orgasm.”

“Yes, Sir,” Abbie replied, praying he was right. Her perverse clit had instantly hardened and begun to throb the moment he’d forbidden her to climax. She tried to ignore it as she stepped onto the thick yoga mat. She kept her legs straight, heels on the mat as she bent forward. She opened her hands like starfish as she pressed down on the mat.

She heard him get to his feet behind her, and then his warm, strong hands were on her ass. She held herself still, resisting the urge to lean into his touch. A small moan escaped her disobedient lips when his fingers moved along the cleft of her sex. She shuddered as he pushed a finger inside her, her vaginal muscles clamping down on the digit in a spasm of desire.

“You’re wet,” he observed. “That pleases me. A proper slave should always be wet and ready for her Master.”

A sudden image of him dropping his jeans and taking hold of her hips as he slid his hard, perfect cock into her cunt nearly made her moan aloud again. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, the slut inside her begged, even while the obedient submissive ordered that voice to hush.

He stroked and teased her for several thrilling, agonizing seconds. She closed her eyes and focused on serenity, imagining herself floating on the water, the sun warming her face…

His hands fell away, but returned a moment later, his fingers now slick with lubricant. He drew them over her sex and asshole. Then she felt the hard press of the butt plug against her sphincter. In spite of herself, she tensed.

“Relax,” Master Ryan said from behind her. “Open yourself to me.”

Abbie did as he instructed, her muscles easing as she opened herself both mentally and physically to his touch. After a bit of initial resistance, the butt plug slid in easily, at least until it got to the flared base. She exhaled the last of her tension as he pushed it home, pleased with herself for remaining still and in position.

Master Ryan shifted his focus to her cunt. He eased the tip of the large, fat vibrator slowly into her. She grunted as the phallus filled her, stretching her almost painfully until her vaginal muscles loosened and adapted to accommodate its sizable girth.

She startled when it suddenly whirred to life inside her. The vibrations sent instant, pleasant spirals of sensation through her loins. The butt plug embedded in her ass added to the sense of fullness inside her.

Then his fingers were on her again, stroking her labia and rubbing in delicious circles around and over her hooded clit. The pleasure inside her was mounting quickly and her body trembled with the effort of staving off the inevitable.

Surely, she had better control than this? Master Ryan didn’t want her to come. She would not come. She would not.

“Fuck,” she whispered, the word escaping her lips before she’d been able to stop it. Sensory overload was fast approaching. She had no idea how to stop it. “Please, Sir,” she cried breathlessly. “I’m afraid I’m going to come!”

Though the vibrator continued to throb inside her, his perfect fingers fell away. “No,” he snapped. He slapped her hard on the ass, the pain momentarily pulling her back from the edge. He slapped her again, his palm cupped to add to the sting. If she hadn’t been holding her core tight in the yoga pose, she would have collapsed to the mat from the force of the blow.

“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped.

His fingers returned, stroking and rubbing her splayed sex as the toys vibrated inside her. It wasn’t long before she was again on the brink of no return. “Please, Sir,” she gasped again. “I’m afraid I’m—”

“No,” he thundered, his hand crashing once more against her ass. “Control yourself.”

He tugged at the vibrator lodged deep inside her, pulling it nearly out and then plunging it back again. He used it like a cock, thrusting the pulsing phallus in and out while his fingers continued to fly over her sex.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, her limbs trembling, her heart beating high in her throat. How was she to resist this? It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t help it. “Please,” she managed in a ragged voice.