Five Stars (Desire Island 5)

“Don’t come,” Adam instructed. “Not until I say so. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed, willing her body to obey.

He pulled the wicked snake whip from the bag and snapped it in the air in front of her. Its sonic crack made her wince.

Adam was not only skilled at crafting whips, he was skilled at using them. Working around the vertical steel bar that bisected her body, he expertly snapped the whip against one cheek and then the other in rapid succession. Still tender from the paddle, Shani cried out, tears springing to her eyes.

“You can do it,” Adam assured her, his mouth close to her ear. “It turns me on to make you suffer in this way. Does it excite you, too, my sexy masochistic girl?”

“Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. “More, please.”

He disappeared again and a moment later, the snapping flick of the whip sparked against her ass. The raw, stinging pain slowly segued into dark, deeply satisfying pleasure. The wand was pulsing at her clit in perfect time to the welcome lash. The vibrator made her body thrum as the whip continued to strike. In spite of being balanced on the precarious edge of orgasm, Shani’s breathing slowed, a deep calm settling over her being.

He reappeared in front of her, the snake whip still in his hands. “I want to mark your beautiful breasts. Do I have your permission?”

“Yes, please,” she said huskily. Her body was trembling from the steady thrum of the wand at her sex. It was set at a level that kept her just on the edge of climax, without quite allowing her to tumble over.

The whip snapped across her breasts like a swarm of angry bees. Tears sprang to her eyes, her chest heaving. When it flicked over one nipple and then the other, she screamed.

He eased off, his touch almost gentle as the whip whispered over her breasts. The pain lifted once more, overtaken now by masochistic pleasure that surrounded her like a warm, soft cocoon.

There was enough leeway with the neck strap that she was able to let her head fall back against the bar, her face lifting to the ceiling. Her hammering heartbeat slowed and deepened as peace pervaded her being…After a while, she became aware that the whipping had ceased. Her face still tilted toward the ceiling, her eyes closed, she heard rather than saw Adam in front of her.

All at once, the vibrations at her sex intensified, instantly yanking her from her sensual lethargy. Her body shook with nearly unbearable pleasure. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she heard herself chanting as the wand drew her rapidly toward a powerful climax that would happen, with or without permission.

“Please,” she begged, wild with the need to come. “Oh, god, Adam. I can’t… I have to… Oh, oh, oh…”

“Yes,” he commanded, his voice strong and sure. “Do it, Shani. Come for me. Now.”

With a cry of pure animal lust, Shani let go, tumbling into the arms of a mind-blowing orgasm, the entire world obliterated with its power.When she came back to herself, the restraints had been removed and her arms hung loosely at her sides. Just as her knees buckled, Adam swooped her up into his strong arms and carried her gently to a nearby recovery couch.

“You were awesome, Princess,” he breathed, nuzzling her neck.

She wanted to respond—to tell him that no, he was the awesome one. She wanted to pour out her gratitude and love, but she was too overcome to speak. Instead, she reached for him, pulling his face to hers. She kissed his eyelids, his nose, both cheeks, his scruffy chin until they were both laughing.

Then Adam took her face in his large hands. His kiss was slow and deep. It took her over completely until every worried thought, every last fear, vanished from her soul.Chapter 5“Wow. When you said private plane, I didn’t imagine something so fancy. It’s gorgeous,” Shani enthused, staring wide-eyed at the gleaming jet. She and Adam stood together on the edge of the small runway just outside the terminal building, travel bags in tow. He’d even convinced her to pack some of her beautiful, unique jewelry for sale at the trade show.

Adam took Shani’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He still couldn’t quite believe she was there with him.

“It’s pretty sweet, all right,” he agreed. “Tyler runs a charter service for corporations and high net worth types. We went to high school together. He always wanted to be a pilot, even back then.”

“Does he know what you do for a living?”

“He does. He’s not into the scene, but he’s totally cool about it. Tyler’s a great guy.”

A man of medium height with very short blond hair and a ruddy complexion came out of the building, his aviator sunglasses mirrored in the sunlight. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into dark blue trousers. “Oh, there he is now,” Adam said, lifting his hand in a wave.