Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

He tapped her shoulder, a signal for her to rise to her feet, which she did at once. He gazed into her eyes with such tenderness that Abbie melted inside. He cupped her cheek, his touch sending an electric pulse of raw desire through her being.

Oh god, oh please, kiss me.

For a moment, it seemed he was about to do just that. Abbie could already feel his lips on hers, his arms around her as he pulled her close, the hard, perfect press of his erection against her willing body…

But then he dropped his hand and took a step back, shaking his head slightly as if emerging from his own dream. “I prepared us a light lunch. Let’s take a break before your next session.”

Abbie swallowed her disappointment, reminding herself she served at his pleasure and not the other way around. At his mention of food, Abbie’s thirst at once reasserted itself with a vengeance. She started to follow him from the room, but he stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. Unable to help herself, she leaned into his touch like a cat.

He pressed lightly on her shoulder. “You will crawl in front of me, slave. It pleases me to watch you crawl.”

She dropped immediately again to her hands and knees as he stepped behind her. She could feel his eyes on her body as she moved forward over the cold tiles of the bathroom to the thick, soft carpet of the bedroom and out along the hardwood floor of the hallway that opened out on one side to the dungeon and on the other to the kitchen.

When they reached the kitchen, she saw the plate of fruit, cheese and crackers on the small table, along with a large glass of ice water. A padded floor cushion had been placed beside one of the chairs, and Abbie crawled over to it and knelt up, settling her still-stinging ass against her heels. She assumed an at-ease pose, her hands resting lightly on her thighs.

Master Ryan took his seat at the table and picked up the glass of ice water. He held it to Abbie’s lips and she took a long, grateful drink. As he drank in turn, she watched his Adam’s apple bob. Dark blond stubble graced his cheeks and she longed to rub her nose and lips against its scruff. She wanted to run her tongue along the curve of his jaw and over his lips. Her nipples throbbed with longing. She closed her eyes a moment, re-centering herself to keep from leaping off the cushion and into his arms.

“Do you like Humboldt Fog?” he asked.

Abbie’s eyes flew open. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Humboldt Fog,” he repeated, lifting a small round cracker capped with a thick piece of soft cheese from the plate. “It’s a really delicious goat’s milk cheese. It’s my absolute favorite. Want to try some?”

“Yum. Yes, please, Sir.”

She opened her mouth eagerly and he placed the cracker on her tongue. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as wonderful flavors exploded in her mouth. The cheese was rich and buttery with an almost blue-cheese tang, but softer. The lightly salted cracker was the perfect complement.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Master Ryan regarding her with a grin. “Good, huh?”

“Really, really good,” she agreed enthusiastically.

He popped a cheese-topped cracker into his own mouth and then picked up a plump, red strawberry, lifting his eyes in question as he held it down to her.

She opened her mouth in response. His fingers grazed her lips as he placed the fruit on her tongue. There was something supremely erotic in the gesture, and she very nearly moaned her approval.

The strawberry was sweet and juicy, and again her eyes fluttered closed of their own accord as she chewed. He fed her and himself, alternating between sips of water and the sweet and savory morsels until the plate was nearly empty. He picked up the last strawberry and put it in his mouth. When he pulled away his fingers, they were stained with the dark, sticky juice of the fruit. His gaze followed hers and then he moved his hand toward her.

She parted her lips, her nipples aching, her cunt throbbing as he put one of his fingers into her mouth. She sucked the juice from it, a moan of pure lust escaping her lips.

He pushed his finger deeper into her mouth, adding a second finger. She met his eyes, which had darkened from robin’s egg blue to deep indigo, his pupils dilated. Power radiated from him in a shimmer of masterful lust as he moved his fingers slowly toward the back of her throat.

She consciously opened herself to him, relaxing her gag reflex to fully receive his intimate touch. He shifted in his chair, reaching out to cup one of her breasts with his free hand, his fingers still in her mouth. He caught her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it, lightly at first, and then harder. She winced at the erotic pain, another gush of moisture filling her cunt and wetting her inner thighs.