He reached for her, pulling her up so she sat astride his thighs. They’d already discussed protection on his last visit. Happily, Shani was fine with no condoms, as she was on birth control and both of them had clean bills of health.
The view above him was breathtaking, her coppery skin smooth and soft, her breasts perfect, her shaven mons perched tantalizingly above his cock. Reaching between her legs, he stroked the soft petals of her sex and slipped a finger inside. She was hot and wet, her vaginal muscles tight around his finger. Unable to wait another second, he took hold of her hips. He lifted her and then slowly, carefully lowered her over his shaft.
He groaned with pleasure and need as her cunt enveloped him in hot, wet perfection. A shudder moved through her body as he arched upward to penetrate her fully. She began to move over him in a swiveling, undulating dance that left him breathless.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “It’s too fucking good, Shani. I’m not going to last.”
“Me, neither,” she gasped, moving with abandon now. She was rubbing her spread sex against his pubic bone. He could feel the hard nubbin of her clit against him, and smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She was panting now, a faint sheen of sweat on her upper lip. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned. “I’m going to… Can I…?”
“God, yes,” he urged, “Come for me, Princess.”
She shuddered violently, her cunt muscles clamping down hard on his shaft as she cried out in climax. Her head was thrown back, a pulse visible on the side of her long, slender neck. Unable to hold on another second, Adam, too, let go.
As he reached the pinnacle, his dominant urges took over. He reached up with one hand and gripped her throat, pulling her toward him as he came in a powerful series of thrusts.
At her sharp cry, he opened his eyes. She was staring down at him with a look of terror in her dark eyes. “No,” she cried, her fingers scrabbling at his hand, still gripping her throat. “No, please, no!”
Alarmed, he dropped his hand at once. “I’m so sorry, Shani. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He pulled her gently forward so she was lying on top of him. Her heart was pounding so hard he could feel it against his chest. In his experience, most subs loved the dominant feel of a hand around their throat, especially just before and during climax. Clearly, for Shani, this was some kind of trigger he hadn’t known about.
She nuzzled her face at his armpit, not looking up, not saying anything. He held her and gently stroked her head, speaking in a soothing tone. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t realize that was a trigger for you. Again, I’m so sorry.”
She said nothing, her face still hidden. But her breathing and her heartbeat slowed, and he could feel the tension she’d held in her body slowly easing. After a while, he gently lifted her and lay her beside him on the bed. He reached for her cheek, stroking the soft skin with two fingers. “You okay?”
She nodded, offering a small, embarrassed smile. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I-I didn’t realize it was a trigger, but yeah, I guess it is. I thought I was over it. I haven’t been with a guy since…” She trailed off, her eyes sliding away from his.
Adam was confused at that remark, since, as a staff slave at a BDSM resort, she was with male Doms constantly, wasn’t she?
He reached for her chin, gently turning her face back to his. “I’m not sure I understand. I mean, isn’t it your job to serve the Doms on the island?”
She flushed. “Sure, I scene with the guests as requested, but it never got intimate, until I met you. You’re the first guy I’ve connected with since…” Again she trailed off.
“Since?” he prodded gently.
“In a long time.”
Conflicting emotions tugged at Adam. He was pleased to think he was the first guy she’d connected with on the island, given the heightened sexuality of the place, which catered to every delicious BDSM fantasy one could imagine. At the same time, he seized on her earlier statement, and her obvious discomfort. “You thought you were over what? Did someone in the scene do something to create that trigger in you?”
Again she looked away. “I don’t—it was a while ago. He… I…” She blew out a breath. “Look, I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to talk about this. It’s in the past. It’s over. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about the trigger. I didn’t exactly realize it myself until it happened.” She gave him a beseeching look. “Really, I’m fine.”
He could see the pain that still lingered in her eyes. He wanted to kill whoever had put that pain there. He wanted to understand what had happened. He wanted to fix it. But, clearly, she wasn’t yet ready to talk about it. And as intense as their connection had been, he’d only known her a short time. It wasn’t his place to press her.
So, instead, he rolled to a sitting position. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got to his feet. “How about a cold glass of Prosecco? And then we can share a nice hot bath with one of those fancy bath oils they put by the tub, if that works for you?”
Shani smiled. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Adam. Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course,” he replied, coming around the bed to help her to her feet. But he didn’t understand. Not really.
Not yet.
Chapter 3
When Shani awoke the next morning, Adam was still asleep beside her. He looked peaceful in repose, his dark hair flopping down over his eyes, a small smile on his rugged face. She briefly considered slipping down below the sheets to take his cock lovingly into her mouth, but decided to let him sleep.
They’d woken several times in the night, making love each time before falling back into a swoon of sated exhaustion. She put her hand between her legs, lightly cupping her cunt, which was still a little tender and a bit sticky from all the sex. With another glance at the sleeping man, she slipped quietly from the bed.
From the angle of the sun streaming in through the sliding glass door, she guessed it was around six o’clock. Normally at this time she would be in the bathroom of her cozy room in the slave quarters, getting washed up and ready for morning exercise and positions training on the beach with the other staff slaves and trainees.
The others would know where she was, since there were no secrets in the small, close-knit community. The girls would no doubt be discussing her and Adam, all of them desperately curious to know what was up with the handsome whip maker who had returned so soon to the island after his last visit.
Very uncharacteristically for her, she wanted to rush down and gush to the others about her amazing night with this gorgeous, sexy man. She wanted to share every marvelous detail of his surprise return with the women who had become her close friends—as close as she allowed anyone to get to her these days.
Since she’d arrived on the island, she’d watched her fellow staff slaves fall, one after another, for wonderful, worthy Doms. She’d listened with rapt attention to the details of their romantic adventures, both past and present. She’d tried her best not to be jealous. Surely, it was only a matter of time before she, too, found a true connection. But as the months passed, she was forced to confront the very real possibility that Sir had ruined her for any future relationship. She was too afraid to open up again—to trust.