Five Stars (Desire Island 5)

Her skin burned pleasantly, her cunt aching with need when he finally halted the wheel’s spin. He brought it to a standstill with her in an upright position, arms and legs still spread wide. He removed her blindfold and kissed her gently on the mouth. “Ready for more, sexy girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” she affirmed breathlessly.

This time he selected his sexy mini dragon whip. Facing her, he remained far enough back so he could cup her hot, throbbing sex with one hand while still able to flick the dragon against her breasts.

As he slid a finger inside her wet heat, he snapped the pointed tail of the little whip against her right nipple while staring down into her eyes. She gasped at the delicious juxtaposition of pleasure and pain that skittered along her nerve endings. He rubbed his palm against her clit as he smacked the underside of her breasts with the biting leather.

Adam’s fingers sent shudders of lovely sensation through her core while his whip took her breath away with its fiery kiss. “Yes,” she heard herself breathe. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

His eyes, as clear and green as the most perfect crystalline emerald, locked with hers again as he continued to tease her sex while torturing her breasts. “Let go,” he urged in a low, sexy growl. “Give yourself completely to me, Shani. Hold nothing back.”

With a guttural cry, she obeyed. A powerful orgasm ripped through her with such force she left the planet for several long, perfect moments. She sailed high over the world until she reached the five princess warrior stars that winked like diamonds in the perfect night sky.

When she came slowly back to earth, Adam was there, ready to take her into his arms.Epilogue – One Year LaterButterflies of excitement fluttered in Shani’s stomach on this, her wedding day. Ben Rainwater, a tall, dignified man in his eighties and head of the tribe, would be officiating. He wore a shiny black suit, a bolo around his neck, a traditional feather headdress framing his lined face. His expression was impassive, though his eyes were twinkling.

As if sensing her nervousness, Adam, standing beside her, reached for Shani’s hand.

She glanced gratefully at her betrothed. He looked so handsome, dressed in deerskin leather pants, Shani’s father’s woven wedding vest over a crisp white shirt. The beautiful silver conch belt her mother had given him as a wedding gift was around his slim waist, moccasins on his feet.

Shani was wearing the dress her married sisters, her mother, her grandmother and even her great grandmother had worn. It was a full-length, high-necked gown made of strips of calico woven in simple, colorful geometric patterns, intricate embroidery and beading lining the hem and bodice. She, too, wore soft moccasins on her feet. Her hair had grown out and she wore it loose, a beautiful crown of wildflowers her youngest sister, Chenoa, had made for her perched atop it.

Unbeknownst to anyone there but Adam, she also wore beautiful, delicate braided gold rings at her nipples and labia, a wedding gift from her jewelry design partner, Allie. Adam had pierced Shani as a birthday gift when she’d turned thirty, four months ago. She’d been nervous but eager for the piercings. Adam, in his usual Adam style, had made the event so sexy and intense that she’d barely noticed when the needles passed through her skin.

While they didn’t have a formalized Master/slave relationship, with each passing month, she belonged more completely to Adam. He dominated and cared for her as she had always longed for. She had fulfilled at last her dream of giving herself completely to a masterful, loving Dom.

This ceremony on the reservation was just for family, but they would have another, less formal, celebration later in the week with the wonderful friends they’d made in the BDSM community since resettling in Portland. Naturally, that party would involve full use of the fabulous dungeon and plenty of lovely whips, rope and chain.

To top everything off, they had planned a reception on Desire Island, with a decidedly BDSM theme. They still traveled a fair amount for Adam’s work, and had managed to return to the island twice in the past year. Shani missed her fellow staff slave girlfriends, and couldn’t wait to see them again.

But now her thoughts were on today’s ceremony. It was a perfect late spring day, the sky clear, the air fresh and cool.

Shani’s mother and sisters had been cooking all week in preparation. There was a long table laden with pots, platters and bowls, all covered now in foil to keep the insects away. There were Bunsen burners for the hot food, and ice-filled coolers full of soft drinks and freshly-squeezed lemonade. They had made traditional favorites like venison stew, corn and bean succotash, a three-bean casserole, the savory baked pumpkin Shani had loved as a child, along with a chicken and corn soup, roasted turnips, cold salmon with wild rice, several different berry and cornmeal puddings, and, of course, Nina’s famous frybread. In pride of place on a separate table stood a three-tiered traditional white wedding cake with a tiny plastic bride and groom on top, courtesy of Adam’s parents. A case of champagne was chilling in its own cooler beneath the table.