One True Master (Desire Island 1)

To her surprise, he knelt in front of her. Placing his big hands on her thighs, he said, “You handled your punishment well. Let me soothe away any lingering pain.” He lowered his head between her legs. For a fraction of a second, she nearly closed them, fortunately recalling herself in time. This was his body—his possession—given freely by her for him to do with as he chose.

She closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips as his perfect tongue snaked along the folds of her sex and danced in a delicious circle around her clit. He licked away every trace of discomfort, leaving her trembling with lust. Without realizing what she was doing, she reached for his head, gripping his thick, dark hair in her fingers as she neared orgasm.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, trembling. “Please, Sir. May I come?”

All at once, his lovely, hot mouth was withdrawn. “No, slave Skylar. You may not.”

Chapter 12

They spent the rest of the morning working on positions training. Caelan was curious to see how she was progressing with the basic positions she was learning with the staff slaves. He drilled her for quite a while on the traditional island poses, including the various inspection, examination, bondage and punishment positions. She was quick to learn, though not yet as graceful as she needed to be. He continued to encourage her, as that grace would develop naturally over time.

When they broke for lunch, he was tempted to bring her with him into the main dining room, but a little time apart was probably wise. She needed some time to decompress from the intensity of the morning’s training.

After lunch, he attended a brief staff meeting, during which Ella and Ryan pummeled him with eager questions about how it was going. “I’m crazy about her,” he admitted as they talked. “I don’t know what’s going to happen at the end of the week.”

“We could always hold her captive,” Ryan said, twirling an imaginary mustache.

“Hopefully it won’t come to that,” Ella said with a laugh. “But seriously, you know we’re looking to staff up. This might be a bit premature, but I think Skylar could end up being a great addition to our team. During one of our email exchanges, she mentioned that she’s not happy in her current career. Maybe she’d be amenable to making a change.”

“You’d consider her?” Caelan asked, surprised and pleased.

“Certainly I would,” Ella said. “Skylar’s got something. I sensed it the minute we connected. And Maya’s shared with me how she’s already bonding with the rest of the staff. They all really like her.”

“I think she’d be a great addition,” Ryan agreed. “She’s certainly easy on the eyes.”

“That she is,” Caelan agreed, a world of possibility opening suddenly in his mind.

“Finish out the week,” Ella counseled. “If things progress as they have been, perhaps we can make her an offer.”

After the meeting, Caelan met Skylar in the water room. She looked so lovely, kneeling up, her hands behind her head, her beautiful breasts thrust proudly forward.

“I want you to lie down on the platform,” he said, pointing toward the wooden pallet that served as a bondage table for use with the fucking machine.

Her eyes widened as she took in the apparatus, but she got dutifully to her feet and lay on her back.

As he strapped her in place, he said, “We’re going to work on orgasm control. You need to learn that your orgasms belong to me now.” He secured her legs, spread wide, knees bent, to the large eyebolts embedded on either side of the platform, using rubber straps to hold her open and tie her down. She looked incredibly sexy, bound, spread and completely vulnerable.

“Don’t ask for permission to come because it won’t be granted. I’ll let you know when or if you are to let go and climax. Until that time, focus on self-control, no matter what I do to you. Are we clear?”

She lifted her head, her eyes wide and fearful as he brought Maestro closer, positioning the huge rubber phallus between her legs. “Yes, Sir,” she managed breathily.

He slid a sterile protective condom sheath over the phallus and squirted plenty of lube on both it and the small rabbit ears attachment that was strategically placed to provide direct clit stimulation.

“I’m going to turn on the machine now. Your sole job is to resist orgasm. Harness it and control it until your Master sets you free.”

He flicked the switch to the lowest setting and the machine whirred to life. The phallus eased forward, the bulbous head penetrating the spread, bound young woman. She yelped and then moaned as it filled her. Once he was sure she was handling it okay, he increased the speed, causing the phallus to pump slowly in and out of her cunt as the rabbit ears tickled her sensitive clit.