One True Master: Desire Island Series - Book 1

by Claire Thompson

  “It’s great to remain objective during training in a professional situation,” Ella agreed. “But from the sound of things, I’d say you’re already past that point. We always talk about how important communication is in a BDSM relationship, and that includes the relationship between trainer and trainee. As you know, that needs to go both ways.

  “You need to talk to her, Caelan. You need to be honest and tell her what’s going on in your head, and get her feedback on what’s going on in hers. If she agrees that another trainer would be a more appropriate option, we’ll absolutely accommodate that.”

  She looked to Ryan. “Tomorrow is Janie’s last day, right?”

  “Right,” Ryan agreed. “There’s a new trainee arriving tomorrow afternoon, but if we all agree it’s better, Caelan could take her and I could take over with Skylar.”

  Despite the fact it had been his idea in the first place, Caelan experienced a sudden, sharp twinge of possessive fury at the thought of Ryan taking charge of Skylar’s training.

  “That’s a last resort, though,” Ella said quickly, perhaps sensing Caelan’s feelings, irrational though they were. “I’d rather see her finish out her week with you, if it’s possible. First, gather your facts. If she’s as into you as you’re into her, and I’m suspecting that she is, then why can’t the two of you move forward in a non-professional capacity? That is, like two regular people who have a shared love of BDSM and want to delve into it together?”

  Caelan stared at them both in confusion. “You’d let me do that? What about my job as a trainer?”

  “You can still be a Desire Island trainer. Or not, if that doesn’t work for you. You bring a lot to this place, Caelan. You’re our on-call doctor, and the questionnaire you designed has been very successful in allowing us to better tailor our training programs to the individual. Our reputation is growing in the community, in no small part thanks to your expertise and dedication. Life is way, way too short to put professionalism over the possibility of love.”

  Love.

  Caelan had never been in love before. He’d been in lust lots of times. He’d confused fondness and familiarity for love a time or two. But he’d never experienced the all-consuming passion of a genuine romance. He’d almost come to believe true love didn’t exist, at least not for him.

  Until now.

  Ella rose from her seat and walked around the desk. She put her hand on Caelan’s shoulder as she looked into his face. “It could just be an infatuation. But it could be the start of something more. You have our blessing, Caelan. Take a chance. What have you got to lose?”

  Chapter 10

  “I thought I might find you two out here.”

  Skylar had been leaning back on her elbows, hypnotized by the cresting waves and the vast, impossibly blue ocean melting into the horizon. She whipped her head in the direction of Master Caelan’s deep voice.

  Abbie, who had been dozing beside her, shifted from her stomach to her knees in one fluid movement, no sign she’d been half-asleep the moment before. Following her lead, Skylar, too, moved from her back to her knees, though without the fluid grace of her more experienced new friend.

  “Good afternoon, Master Caelan,” Abbie said in a respectful tone.

  “Hey, girls,” he said, smiling down at them both, though he looked rather tense and uncomfortable. Dressed now in black shorts and a faded red T-shirt, he held a picnic basket in his hand. Addressing Abbie directly, he added, “Thanks for taking care of Skylar while I, uh, took care of some issues. You can go on in and get ready for lunch. Skylar and I will be having our lunch here on the beach. We need to talk over some things. I’ll use your towel, if that’s okay.”

  Abbie shot Skylar a surreptitious eyebrow raise that telegraphed, “This is an interesting turn of events,” her mouth quirking into a quick smile as she gave Skylar’s hand a comforting squeeze. “Yes, Sir. ” Abbie rose gracefully from her knees.

  “Thanks, Abbie,” he replied.

  As Abbie walked toward the building, Master Caelan sat down beside Skylar. “I need to talk to you. Not as trainer to trainee, but just as two people who need to figure some things out.”

  Skylar wasn’t sure if that was an ominous or a good thing. She rolled to a sitting position and sat cross-legged beside him. Just his presence aroused her, making her nipples harden and her heart quicken.

  At the same time, she was nervous, uncertain what had happened between them in the water room or where she now stood. She was dying to blurt out what was on her mind. “Am I in trouble? Are you feeling what I’m feeling? Kiss me before I go insane!” She managed to keep her mouth shut, however, and wait for him to take the lead.

  He set the basket down between them and opened the lid. “Henry packed us a lunch. I hope you like roast beef on rye?”

  “I do, Sir. Thanks.”

  Master Caelan removed a small plastic-coated tablecloth from the basket. He shook it out and set it just in front of them on the sand. Then he brought out two sandwiches wrapped in old-fashioned wax paper, along with two bottles of chilled water, a container of pickles and another of potato salad, two plastic forks and a handful of paper napkins.

  “Wow, he packed us a feast,” Skylar said. She hadn’t realized she was hungry until she unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite. “Yum. That’s delicious.” She brought a hand to her mouth, suddenly worried she’d been too informal. “Oops. I’m sorry, Sir. Was it okay to speak? I forgot to get permission.”

  Master Caelan smiled, shaking his head. “No, that’s fine. Let’s suspend the formalities for a moment.”

  “Am I in trouble, Sir?” she blurted.

  “No, Skylar. Not at all. You’ve done nothing wrong.” He winced. “I’m the one who screwed up.”

  She stared at him, both relieved and confused. “You did? How?”

  “What happened back in the water room earlier,” he replied. “It was inappropriate. I put you in a compromising position, both literally and figuratively. I overstepped the bounds of a trainer/trainee relationship when I pulled you onto my lap like that. I placed my own desires above my professional obligation as a trainer. It put you, as the trainee, in an untenable situation. I’m very sorry about that, Skylar. If you feel it would be better to work with another trainer, arrangements will be made immediately.”

  “Your own desires?” Skylar said, stunned. Was it possible that this accomplished, masterful, sexy man who could certainly have his pick of highly trained, eager submissives wanted her? “You wanted it, too?”

  His tentative smile segued into a grin. “In the worst way,” he said emphatically. “I probably should have refused the assignment right after we’d talked on WhatsApp. I was a goner from the moment we first connected.”

  She stared at him, still not quite believing what she was hearing. It was like being told she’d just won a lottery—even better than winning this trip. She moved a little closer to him, daring to reach out and rest her hand lightly on his bare, muscular thigh.

  He stared down at her hand. Suddenly afraid she’d overstepped, Skylar very nearly pulled it away. Before she could, he placed his own hand over hers. Lifting it, he turned it over and traced a line over her palm with his thumb. She shivered at his touch, her nipples so erect they actually throbbed.

  He looked into her eyes with such undisguised longing that it took her breath away. Then, like a dream—like a fairy tale, he took her face in both hands and dipped his head to hers.

  She reached for him, cupping the back of his neck with her hand as he pulled her closer. Their lips touched and then parted, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She moaned softly against him and he answered with a low, primal growl that sent a pulse up her spine. He claimed her with his mouth as she melted against him. The kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced. All other kisses she had shared over the years with the many Mr. Wrongs disappeared in a puff of smoke.

  There was only now—this perfect moment. She wanted it to last forever.

  ~*~

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sp; When they finally separated, it was only because Caelan knew if he continued to kiss her, he’d end up taking her right there on the beach. That wasn’t what he wanted—not this first time.

  Caelan wanted to laugh out loud from the sheer, incredulous joy of this unexpected and wonderful development between them. On the one hand, he felt like a teenage boy who had just worked up the courage to ask his year-long secret crush to the Prom and she’d said yes! On the other hand, this wasn’t a typical boy-meets-girl scenario. He still owed it to Skylar to give her the experience she came to Desire Island for.

  She had come into the program claiming she was unsure she was submissive, but after only a short time together, Caelan was convinced that not only was she a sub, but a sub who would blossom in a Master/slave relationship.

  Had he finally found the woman of his dreams?

  He took both of Skylar’s hands in his. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you,” he admitted with a smile. “But before I go all caveman on you and drag you back to my lair, I want to make sure we’re both on the same page regarding your training.”

  “Okay,” Skylar said. “Where do we go from here?”

  “I’ve talked briefly with Ella and Ryan about the possibilities. They’re cool with us taking this in a more, uh, personal direction.” He smiled again in spite of himself and she smiled back, her face radiant. “We need to figure out together how we want to approach this. I still want to give you the experience you came here for—a full BDSM immersion training experience—if you still want that.”

  “I do, Sir,” Skylar said softly. “Very much.”

  “I want it, too,” Caelan said. “Obviously the dynamic is going to be different.” He let one of her hands go to stroke her cheek. “That said, I don’t want you getting the wrong message if I’m acting all lovey-dovey, which I probably won’t be able to help because you’re so fucking adorable.” He grinned, feeling goofy and ridiculously happy, but also determined to make sure she understood where he was coming from.

  “During our training sessions, I will still expect full obedience and proper behavior. I’m going to push you as hard as before, maybe harder. Does that work for you? Is it what you want, too?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, her expression suddenly serious. “I want it more than ever.” She regarded him a long moment, as if gathering her thoughts. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. I’ve been in the scene for years, but I never found what I was looking for.” She offered a rueful smile. “I didn’t even really know what I was looking for, to be honest. But with you… You’re the first guy who didn’t let me…” She trailed off.

  He grinned, finishing for her. “Didn’t let you run the show? Didn’t let you top from the bottom?”

  She laughed. “Yes. Exactly that.”

  He reached for her throat, spanning it with his thumb and forefinger and squeezing just hard enough to elicit her sudden gasp and the dilating of her pupils as she stared into his eyes. “Those days are gone, slave Skylar. You belong to me. You will submit completely and without reservation.” He squeezed a little harder, his cock stiffening at the delicious combination of fear and desire he saw in those green and gold eyes. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you, Sir.”

  If this was transference, he’d deal with the consequences later. Right now he wanted her too much to care. He released his hold on her. “I want to take you upstairs to my suite. I want to make love to you.”

  A sweet, almost shy smile lifted her lips, like a time-lapse video of a flower unfurling. “Yes, please,” she said softly.

  Caelan jumped to his feet. Skylar reached for the container of potato salad and placed it in the basket. “Don’t worry about that stuff,” he said impatiently. “I’ll send one of the slaves out to clean it up.”

  He held out his hand and she took it. Pulling her upright, he drew her into his arms once more, holding her close. He loved the feel of her soft breasts and poking nipples against his chest. His cock was so hard it hurt.

  They returned arm in arm to the lobby. Maya, who was behind the reception desk, stared at them as they entered, her expression revealing first her confusion, then dawning comprehension and finally a broad smile. Caelan grinned to himself. The gossip train would leave the station the second they were out of sight.

  He stopped at the elevators and pushed the button. While they were waiting for the car, he turned back to Maya. “Maya, can you please have someone go out to the beach to grab our stuff? A picnic basket and towels left under one of the umbrellas.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, her face now smoothed of emotion. “Right away.”

  They were quiet on the ride up to the top floor. When the doors whooshed open, they stepped out together and walked to Caelan’s suite. He tapped in his code and opened the door.

  Skylar stopped just inside the living room, taking it in. “Wow,” she breathed. “This is so nice.”

  “Yeah. It’s pretty great,” he agreed. Free room and board were the icing on the cake of his dream job. There were six suites in total on the top floor. Ryan had one, Ella and Maya another. The space included a living room with a small kitchenette attached and a lavish master bedroom with a luxury bathroom. Both rooms had balconies that faced the ocean. There were three empty suites. The owners hoped to fill these as they brought more full-time trainers on board.

  He led her into the bedroom, the focal point of which was the king-size bed. He resisted the urge to throw her down and leap on top of her. He needed her to understand they weren’t just going to be lovers with a kink. He would give her what he’d promised and what he, too, wanted—a full immersion experience.

  “Remove your flip-flops and present kneeling,” he directed, pointing to the floor.

  He was pleased when she immediately kicked off her sandals and lowered herself into the pose, back straight, thighs apart, chin up, eyes down. Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it over the back of a chair.

  “Take off my sandals and remove my shorts.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied. She removed his sandals and set them aside. Reaching for the elastic waistband of his shorts, she tugged them down, allowing his erection to spring free.

  Unable to wait another second, he leaned down and pulled her upright. “Lie on your back on the bed, hands at your sides. Let your head hang off the side,” he commanded.

  She quickly obeyed, spreading her lovely, naked form on the bed that had held no one but him since he’d arrived on the island three months before. He bent his legs until his groin was level with her face. Taking hold of his cock, he tapped the crown against her lips, which instantly parted.

  He slid his shaft into the wet warmth of her mouth and groaned with pleasure. He moved forward slowly and carefully, easing the hard, thick shaft deeper until he was lodged at the back of her throat.

  She gagged, choking on the shaft. He pulled back ever so slightly to let her get her bearings. “Stop resisting me, slave Skylar. Open yourself to me. Relax your throat muscles and accept that at this moment, you are nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.”

  He slowly eased forward again until the tip of his cock made contact. Skylar’s eyes were squeezed shut, her chest rising and falling, her hands clenched into fists.

  Keeping his cock where it was, he leaned over her and tapped her fists. “Unclench your hands,” he directed. “Open your eyes, slow your breathing and accept what your Master chooses to give you.”

  He waited a beat as she obeyed. Then he moved again, pushing forward and drawing back, his cock pulsing with pleasure. Leaning farther over her, he placed his hand over her smooth mons. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  As her legs fell open, he cupped her sex, sliding his middle finger into her wet cunt. She moaned around his shaft, arching her hips slightly.

  “Stay still,” he barked, though he was thrilled with her responsiveness and obvious arousal.

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sp; He finger-fucked her as he fucked her face with his cock, power zipping through his blood like fire. Her cunt muscles spasmed around his fingers, a rosy flush moving over her skin. She was panting against his cock, clearly nearing an orgasm. He, too, was finding it hard to hold on.

  Pulling abruptly from her mouth, he rolled onto the bed beside her. He pulled her up so her head was now resting on the bed and then draped his body over hers, his heart pounding. He could actually feel the heat radiating from her cunt, as if she were on fire from within.

  Suddenly recalling himself, he leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her. “I have a clean bill of health,” he said, trying to catch his breath as he forced himself to do the right thing. “But I’m happy to grab a condom if you want me to.” He already knew she was clean, by definition, as it was a prerequisite for slave training on the island. He also knew from the questionnaire that she took the pill.

  She reached for him, pulling him back down to her. “No. Please, I don’t want it. I just want you. Now.” He could smell the delicate, heady scent of her arousal. He would enjoy tasting her sweet nectar, but not yet. First, he had to fuck her.

  He smiled a slow, teasing smile, lifting one eyebrow. “I should make you wait.” He flashed an evil grin. But the fact of the matter was, he couldn’t wait—not another second.

  She offered an adorable pout that would have been grounds for punishment in a different situation, but now only made him laugh. He brought his hand again to her cunt, which was wonderfully wet, her clit a hard pea nestled in its soft folds. He stroked her with his fingers until she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.

  Unable to wait another second, he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his cock, slowly easing himself inside her tight, wet, perfect cunt. She shuddered as he entered her, her arms coming up to pull him closer.

  Reaching back, he grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down on the bed over her head. Her eyes flew open as he did this, her face softening with submissive surrender. His shaft was sheathed in hot, wet silk, her vaginal muscles tight around him as he moved and swiveled inside her. He tilted his hips, seeking her sweet spot with the head of his sensitive cock as he stared into her eyes.