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As she rested her head against his chest, he reached up to smooth the riot of silky blond hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. He placed his other hand lightly on her back, stroking her soft skin until her ragged breathing eventually slowed and deepened.
A sense of quiet elation lifted his spirit as his eyes closed. It felt so perfect, so right, to hold this woman in his arms. He hadn’t been this happy since…ever.
Chapter 11
Skylar sat on Caelan’s lap on the balcony, watching the sun set over the water, turning it a sparkling gold. Skylar felt as if she were in some kind of marvelous dream, one she never wanted to wake from.
Too focused on each other to go down to dinner, Master Caelan had called for one of the slaves to bring them a tray. Shani had appeared at his door, her eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity as she set the food down on the balcony table per Master Caelan’s instruction. She met Skylar’s gaze with a quizzical expression that telegraphed, “Oh my god! You’re in Master Caelan’s private suite! Tell me everything later!”
Skylar had telegraphed back, “I know, right? I’m in heaven! Later, I promise.”
After that first amazing bout of lovemaking, they’d both fallen asleep. Skylar, who never napped during the day and hadn’t believed she was capable of doing so, awoke refreshed and invigorated.
She’d leaned up on her elbow beside her lover and admired his profile in repose. His nose was slightly crooked, which she found charming. He had a strong chin, his jaw square. He was a big man, rugged and masculine, his broad, muscular chest covered in sexy dark fuzz. He reminded her of Liev Shreiber, the actor.
As if sensing her gaze, he’d awoken, turning to look at her. His gray eyes had darkened with a thrilling dominant lust as he reached for her. They made love again, only that time he’d tied her wrists to the headboard. Scooting down between her legs, he’d licked and kissed her.
Skylar had resisted at first, shyly pressing her thighs together. It felt strange, even wrong, to have a Master doing something she regarded as a submissive act. But, apparently, he hadn’t seen it that way. He’d gently but forcibly parted her thighs, lifting his head to say, “This body belongs to me now. You will submit in whatever way pleases me.” His eyes had sparked with dominance as he added, “You know better than to deny me, Skylar. I’ll have to punish you later for trying to withhold your body from me. I see a straddle beam in your near future.”
She’d melted into the bed at that point, thrilling to the delicious erotic sensation of being bound with rope, helpless to resist his amazing tongue as he drove her wild. “Please, Sir, may I come?” she had gasped just before toppling over the edge.
He’d growled a yes while at the same time lifting himself over her and plunging his thick, hard cock into her, extending her climax and leaving her dazed with pleasure.
“Kneel on the cushion beside me and I’ll feed you,” Master Caelan said now, pulling her back to the present. He gave her a gentle push from his lap.
Skylar obeyed, though she wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of being fed. It had never floated her erotic boat to have someone else taking that kind of control.
As if sensing her reservations, Master Caelan flashed a knowing smile. “Not everything is about turning you on, Skylar. I choose to feed you to reinforce that you are giving up control now—complete control. You will eat at my pleasure. You will use the toilet only with permission. You will never, ever touch yourself sexually without my express direction. You will serve me both sexually and otherwise, in whatever way pleases me. The word ‘no’ is no longer in your vocabulary. You may still use your safeword if you feel it is absolutely necessary, but if I determine that you are abusing it in order to get out of something you simply don’t want to do, your punishment will be swift and severe. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Skylar replied, her heart racing with excitement.
Shani had brought up roasted chicken and rice, along with sparkling water and a bottle of white wine. Master Caelan cut a piece of the chicken and held it to Skylar’s lips with his fingers. She accepted the delicious morsel, which was followed with a sip of wine. In spite of previous reservations about being fed, she found the experience highly erotic. His every move was charged with eroticism, from the intimate way he put his fingers into her mouth to the way he dabbed her lips with his napkin.
When they were done eating, they set the food tray just outside the suite door in the hallway. “A slave will be by later to collect it,” Master Caelan said. He took the “Do Not Disturb” tag from the inside door handle and hung it on the outside. Closing the door with a click, he turned to Skylar. With a growl, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, grunting like a caveman, making her laugh.
