Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

“Oh, god,” Master Ryan groaned, his body suddenly stiffening. With a cry, he spurted inside her in a series of spasms. Then he lay still, his body hot and heavy on top of hers, his heart beating against her breast bone.

After a few moments, he rolled from her and onto his back. “Jesus,” he breathed. “That caught me by surprise.”

He reached for the box of tissues beside the bed. Gently, he wiped away the jism that trickled between her legs. Tossing the tissue aside, he looked toward her, his face suddenly creasing with concern. Reaching for the chain she still held between her teeth, he pulled it gently from her mouth.

“We need to get those clamps off you.”

He shifted until he was crouching beside her.

“It’s going to hurt, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The endearment brought fresh tears to her eyes—tears of happiness. Was she his sweetheart? Was it possible that he, too, was falling in love, after all this time?

She tensed in anticipation of the pain she knew would come when the clamps were released and the blood came rushing back to the compressed flesh.

She closed her eyes a moment, harnessing her breathing to help her prepare. She would accept the pain with grace. She would step into the center of it and let it claim her.

Before he removed the clamps, Master Ryan first released the cuffs that held her down. She remained in her spread-eagle position, drawing in her breath and releasing it along with her tension and fear.

He removed the nipple clamps first, using both hands to release them at the same time. The pain exploded like the snap of a whip cracking against her nerve endings. Her hands flew of their own accord to cover her breasts as she cried out. But after a moment, the sharp pain subsided into a dull throb.

Master Ryan crouched on the bed between her spread legs. When he released the clamps at her cunt, she experienced another blinding flash of pain. But an instant later, his fingers moved in a soothing massage over the small indentations left by the clamps.

She sighed with pleasure at his touch. Maybe he’d let her come? If he wanted her to masturbate again, she’d do her very best.

But, to her confused delight, he dipped his head to her crotch. She gasped when his tongue, warm and wet, flicked over her labia and circled her throbbing clit. She moaned as he expertly licked and suckled her. Her excitement was heightened when he reached for her wrists, his mouth still on her cunt. He gripped them tightly, the symbolic bondage magnifying the pleasure of his kisses.

All her pent-up lust came to a fever pitch. She trembled in the moments before a powerful orgasm. She opened her mouth to beg for permission, but before she could speak, Ryan lifted his head and commanded, “Come for me, slave.”

Then he dipped his head again between her legs, his tongue sending spirals of dark, perfect sensation through her entire being. With a cry, she came in a series of powerful shudders. He kept his mouth on her, drawing climax after climax from her until she thought she was going to die of pleasure.

When he finally stopped, her body sagged into the mattress. She was too spent even to draw a breath. She lay in a stupor, drifting in a sexually-induced nirvana, her mind blank, her spirit at peace.

“Hey, you,” Master Ryan said, stroking the hair from her face. “Breathe, will you? You’re worrying me. Are you okay?”

Her eyes focused on his handsome face, hovering with concern over hers. She drew in a breath and let it out as she clicked back into awareness. “Better than okay, Sir. I’m wonderful.”

With a joyous laugh, she reached for him, pulling him into a tight embrace. She kissed him passionately on the mouth without a trace of submissive decorum.

He didn’t seem to mind.

Chapter 9

The next morning, Ryan’s cock woke up before he did. He reached sleepily for Abbie, already imagining her warm, wet mouth on his shaft. But the mattress beside him was empty. He opened his eyes. Where was she? He hadn’t given her permission to leave the bed.

“Abbie,” he called out, wondering if she’d gone to use the bathroom, again without permission. Was a punishment in order?

There was no answer.

Concerned now, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing a pair of workout shorts, he headed out of the bedroom in search of his slave girl. He finally found her outside on the back deck in a very enticing pose.

It was barely dawn, the sun just peeking over the horizon and casting a beautifully eerie golden glow over everything, including the naked woman before him. Abbie lay on her back, her knees bent and legs spread wide, feet in the air. She was gripping the soles of her feet with her hands, her arms fully extended. Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful. She looked sexy as hell.