Five Stars (Desire Island 5)

At Adam’s direction, she assumed her place in front of the tower. She leaned back against the cold steel bar, her feet planted on either side of the spreader bar. The vertical rod ran the length of her spine all the way to the base of the apparatus.

Adam set about locking her ankles into the cuffs. Next, he secured her wrists. Just the act of being bound sent Shani instantly into submissive headspace, her clit throbbing, her nipples erect, her heart fluttering.

He came around to stand in front of her. “We’ll need to remove your staff collar so it’s not in the way of the tower’s collar strap. “Is that okay? Any trigger issues with being restrained in that way?”

“No,” Shani said quickly. “I have no problems with neck restraints. Last night was… It’s… it’s the choking that must be a trigger,” she finished in a rush, not wanting to get into any more detail. “This is fine. I promise.”

He regarded her silently for a moment, as if weighing the sincerity of her remark. Finally, he nodded. “Okay. Any problems at any time, just tell me, okay? No powering through something that stresses you. That’s not what this is about. It should be fun and sexy for us both, right?”

“Right,” Shani agreed, relieved he hadn’t pressed her. “Thank you.”

He unbuckled the staff collar and set it aside. As he secured the attached strap around her neck, he commented, “It makes things easy with that crewcut of yours. No hair to get tangled up in leather or to get in the way of impact toys. Is that why you keep it so short?”

Shani took a deep breath and closed her eyes, refusing to allow the dark memories to invade and pollute her mind. She forced a smile. “I kept it long my whole life until… until recently. I just wanted a change. A radical change.”

“Well,” Adam said, smiling. “It suits you. Though I’m sure you’d be absolutely gorgeous with your hair any length.”

Her smile became more genuine. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Adam shrugged. “The truth is the truth. You’re breathtakingly lovely from the top of your head right down to your toes.”

“You ain’t so bad yourself,” she retorted. “Now, stop torturing me by not torturing me,” she added with a laugh. “I’ve been dying to try this tower out.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, chuckling. “Right away, ma’am.”

He removed the sterilized wrapper from the Hitachi wand. Pulling a tube of KY from his bag, he smeared both the wand head and her labia with plenty of lube. She moaned softly as his deft fingers moved lightly over her sex. Crouching, he positioned the wand carefully between her legs, adjusting it until the head was nestled snugly against her clit.

Taking a step back, he let his eyes move over her body, his tongue appearing on his lower lip as his eyes hooded with lust. “My, my, my,” he said, an evil smile lifting his sensual lips. “You do present a pretty picture, slave girl. I can’t wait to drive you wild with pleasure and erotic pain.”

He flipped the wand to its lowest setting, just enough to tickle her clit and send a pleasant vibration through her sex. Unzipping his gear bag, he pulled out the flogger, which was dyed a rich burgundy red. “Seashell, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Shani had chosen a new safeword when she came to Desire Island, as part of her fresh start.

“Are you ready to suffer for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Shani managed, her voice hoarse with excitement. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard.

Adam moved to stand behind her. Shani sighed with pleasure as the flogger brushed her skin. She didn’t only want what Adam offered. She needed it. It fulfilled something deep in her soul. It was as essential as oxygen to her well-being.

He warmed her flesh from shoulder to thigh while the wand strummed at her clit. As the intensity of the flogging increased, the pure pleasure edged into stinging erotic pain. He didn’t stop until she was gasping.

“Breathe,” he reminded her as the flogger fell away. “We’re just getting started.”

He appeared in front of her, the leather paddle now in his hand. “You ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” she gasped, her heart thudding, her clit throbbing. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, recentering herself.

Disappearing again behind her, Adam smacked her ass with the stiff leather, delivering the first real pain. Shani yelped, her cheeks stinging from the blow. He whacked her again and again until her ass was on fire. Restrained as she was, she was unable to move at all, save for her head, which she turned from side to side in her effort to handle the erotic pain.

“You need more distraction,” he said, appearing again in front of her. Reaching down, he turned the wand a fraction higher. The increased vibration sent a shudder through Shani’s frame and she moaned.