Five Stars Five Stars (Desire Island #5)- Claire Thompson Page 0,12

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.

“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