Five Stars (Desire Island Series Book 5) Page 4

  “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 last fear, vanished from her soul.

  Chapter 5

  “Wow. When you said private plane, I didn’t imagine something so fancy. It’s gorgeous,” Shani enthused, staring wide-eyed at the gleaming jet. She and Adam stood together on the edge of the small runway just outside the terminal building, travel bags in tow. He’d even convinced her to pack some of her beautiful, unique jewelry for sale at the trade show.

  Adam took Shani’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He still couldn’t quite believe she was there with him.

  “It’s pretty sweet, all right,” he agreed. “Tyler runs a charter service for corporations and high net worth types. We went to high school together. He always wanted to be a pilot, even back then.”

  “Does he know what you do for a living?”

  “He does. He’s not into the scene, but he’s totally cool about it. Tyler’s a great guy.”

  A man of medium height with very short blond hair and a ruddy complexion came out of the building, his aviator sunglasses mirrored in the sunlight. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into dark blue trousers. “Oh, there he is now,” Adam said, lifting his hand in a wave.

  Tyler broke into a wide smile as he approached them. He pulled Adam into a bear hug and they slapped each other heartily on the back. When they parted, Tyler removed his sunglasses and slipped them into the front pocket of his shirt, his gaze shifting to Shani.

  Adam couldn’t help but beam with pride. She looked so pretty in a long, flowing skirt with a sleeveless top that hugged her perfect breasts, her feet in slingback white sandals. “Shani, meet my old friend, Tyler Williams. Tyler, this is Shani Youngblood.”

  Tyler pretended to do a double-take, his face scrunching with fake confusion. “Okay. No way is this beautiful woman with you, Hawk.” Fixing her with a comically stern gaze, he said, “Are you here under duress, ma’am? Do I need to call the authorities?”

  Shani laughed, her large, dark eyes tilting into half-moons. “Completely voluntary,” she said, slipping her arm through Adam’s. She extended her other hand to Tyler. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for this.”

  Tyler took her hand. “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.” He grinned, adding, “Just kidding about Adam. He’s a great guy. We go way back.”

  “He was just telling me,” Shani said. “Your jet is awesome. I’m excited to make the trip.”

  Predictably, Tyler beamed. Sometimes Adam wondered if Tyler loved that thing more than his wife and kid. “It’s a Cessna Citation CJ4,” Tyler said proudly. “Flies like a dream. You’ll barely know you’re airborne.”

  He led them to the jet, the stairs of which were already lowered. “We’re cleared for takeoff. Come on up. I’ll give you a quick tour and we’ll be on our way.”

  Adam had been on the jet before, but he was still impressed with the state-of-the-art cockpit and the six-passenger cabin. The seats were set up so that the first two faced forward. The two middle seats faced the back of the plane, creating a four-seat conversational grouping with the last two seats in the back row.

  “You can sit anywhere you like,” Tyler said. “Feel free to help yourselves to wine, beer and soft drinks. There are also plenty of packaged sandwiches, fresh fruit and various snacks in the galley. Lavatory is just there. There’s a second emergency exit in the back. You can buzz me on the intercom if you need anything or have any questions during the trip. Flight time should be just under six and a half hours, give or take, depending on the wind. We’ll be traveling a distance of twenty-two hundred nautical miles at a cruising altitude of thirty-nine thousand feet and an average speed of four hundred ten knots.”

  “Knots?” Shani asked, flashing Adam a secret grin. He grinned back.

  Tyler, oblivious of the subtext, happily explained, “A knot is equal to 1.15 miles. The history of the knot as a measure of speed has its roots from when ships on the water used knotted ropes tied to logs thrown overboard to measure distances.”

  Shani’s grin widened. “You don’t say.”

  “Yes,” Tyler said eagerly, no doubt delighted at what he took to be her encouragement to know more. “Nautical miles and knots are still used today in both the marine and aviation industries. The way it works is, if we sliced the globe exactly in half vertically, then divided the half globe into degrees—”

  “I know Shani can’t wait to hear this,” Adam interrupted with a good-natured nudge of his elbow, “but did you say we were cleared for take-off?”

  Tyler glanced at the large watch on his wrist. “Shit. You’re right. I need to get into the cockpit.” He gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Sorry. When I get going on aviation topics, I’m as bad as Adam when he’s talking about different varieties and grains of leather.”

  “Touché,” Adam said with a laugh.

  “Make sure to buckle up until I turn off the sign,” Tyler said. He smirked at Adam. “Behave yourselves.” He disappeared into the cockpit, closing the door behind him.

  They settled into two seats and buckled their seatbelts. “This is so exciting,” Shani said, looking out the small round window next to her. “I’ve never been on a private jet.”

  “It’s a great way to travel,” Adam agreed. He slid his hand under Shani’s skirt, stroking her smooth, bare thigh. “Especially when we’re alone.” He moved his hand lightly up her leg to cup her mons. He could feel its heat beneath the thin fabric.

  “Hey,” Shani said, color rising up her cheeks. “He said to behave.”

  “He did,” Adam agreed with a grin, not moving his hand away. “But he didn’t say how to behave. Trust me, Tyler is totally cool about this sort of thing. He once told me the reason he opted for leather is it’s easier to clean off any jism left behind by his mile-high clients.”

  “You’re kidding,” Shani said skeptically.

  “Nope. He says even on so-called business flights, folks get up to all kinds of things back here. It’s part of the fun of traveling privately. Check this out.” Using his free hand, Adam reached into the side pouch on his seat and pulled out a strip of condoms.

  “Whoa,” Shani laughed, clearly startled.

  Adam grinned. “Tyler says happy clients are repeat clients. Once we’re in the air, I’m going to expect you to slip off those panties and hand them to me. Then you’re going to hike your skirt up to your waist so your bare ass is on the leather. You’re going to spread those gorgeous legs and show me your hot little cunt. Then you’re going to masturbate for me, and come when I tell you to.” He rubbed his palm against her sex as he spoke, his cock hardening to steel in his jeans. “Is that understood?”

  Shani shuddered and sighed, her lips parting, her stiffening nipples visible against her top. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a husky voice.

  ~*~

  The takeoff was as smooth as a commercial jet. The seats were huge, nearly twice the size of the coach seats Shani was used to, and as comfortable as any recliner. Having fl
own only a few times in her life, she watched eagerly out the window as they rose high into the air. As Adam had no doubt intended, his description of what he expected of her had instantly aroused her to a fever pitch.

  She imagined this must be what their old retriever, Cassie, had felt like when waiting for permission to move. After their father had died, Kaiah, Shani’s oldest sister, had become the hunter in the family. She often brought home ducks and the occasional deer.

  Shani had gone along from time to time, and it was almost painful to watch Cassie once she’d spotted their prey. She would stop abruptly, her muzzle pointed toward the game, her entire body quivering with excitement. Shani felt like that now, her clit throbbing, her nipples aching, her fingers itching to slip into her panties.

  As soon as Tyler turned off the seatbelt sign, Adam got to his feet and moved to the seat directly across from Shani. He smiled a slow, sexy smile. “Go on, slave girl. Take off your panties and hand them to me.”

  Shani immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her bottom so she could slide her panties down. She handed them to Adam. Heat scorched her face as he lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, a rapturous look on his face.

  He lowered them and said, “Now, lift your skirt and spread your legs. Show me your pretty cunt.”

  Shani obeyed, her heart pattering in her chest. Though she assumed Tyler couldn’t leave the cockpit, just the knowledge that he was so close by, and not into the scene, made her a little nervous.

  “Make yourself come for me, Shani,” Adam growled, his eyes fixed on her sex. “Remember to ask for permission.”

  Shani swallowed and then licked her fingers. She lowered her hand and touched herself. Not surprisingly, she was already wet, her clit distended, her cunt pulsing.

  She slid slightly forward on the seat, angling herself to give Adam the view he had requested, or rather, demanded. Though they didn’t have a formal Master/slave relationship, she was ready and eager to submit.

  In the year and change she’d been on the island, she’d been content to serve the many. Each scene was its own discrete event—over and done with once it ended.

  Until Adam, that was all she’d wanted. The island was the perfect place to submit with her body, while keeping her heart and spirit completely out of the equation. It was different with Adam. He wasn’t just another island guest. Something wonderful was happening between them, if she could remain open to it.

  She focused on Adam’s handsome, kind face. He was watching her intently, his eyes lit by an inner fire of lust and desire that took her breath away.

  She rubbed herself, sighing softly with pleasure. The awareness that Tyler was close by added a thrilling touch of danger to the process. She rubbed faster, slipping a finger into her tight, wet heat.

  Adam had unzipped his fly. He slipped his hand into his underwear and stroked his huge erection.

  Pleasure zinged through Shani’s body as she quickly neared a climax. “Oooh,” she sighed, her breath high and fast in her throat. “Please,” she begged, climbing rapidly to the pinnacle of release.

  “Please, what?” Adam said, the hint of a smile lifting one corner of his mouth.

  “Please, Sir, may I come?” she panted.

  “Yes.”

  Though it was only her own fingers, Adam’s commanding, sexy presence increased her pleasure and arousal ten-fold. She hurtled into a shuddering orgasm, a loud cry escaping her lips. As the tremors subsided, she barked a nervous laugh.

  “Oh, my god,” she said, glancing back toward the closed door of the cockpit. “What if he heard me?”

  Adam shook his head. “Doubtful with the engine noise and a door between us.” He shrugged, adding, “And so what if he did?” He pulled his hand from his underwear, bringing his erect shaft from its confines in the process.

  “Now,” he growled softly. “Get on your knees and worship my cock, slave girl. Make sure to swallow every drop.”

  Her cunt still pulsing, Shani instantly dropped to her knees in front of Adam, her mouth watering with anticipation. He placed one masterful hand on her head and slowly guided his shaft into her mouth with the other.

  She opened herself to him, accepting him deep into her throat. Though she’d just come, her body instantly tingled with lust as he moved slowly in and out of her mouth. It wasn’t long before he quickened his pace, thrusting faster, his breath quickening.

  He grunted and stiffened in the second before ejaculation. Then, with a cry, he spurted down her throat, his cock so far back that she didn’t even need to swallow. With a satisfied groan, he fell back against the leather, his cock falling away from her lips. He lay still, eyes closed, his shaft lightly fisted in his hand, a sweet, sated expression on his face.

  With a satisfied smile, Shani rose to her feet and went into the small kitchen galley. She found a tray and two wine glasses, along with a sleeve of fancy rosemary crackers. Opening the small refrigerator, she took out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, a wedge of Brie and a bunch of green grapes. She opened the wine, put everything on the tray and carried it back into the cabin.

  Adam had tucked himself away and zipped up his jeans. He smiled as she approached. “That looks wonderful.” He pulled the side table over so it was in front of the seats.

  Shani set down the tray and started to reach for her panties, which Adam had dropped onto the seat beside him.

  “No, you don’t,” he said with a grin. “I’ll hold onto these for you.” He slid them into his pocket. “After all, you can’t very well receive the spanking I plan to give you with panties on, now can you?”

  Chapter 6

  Tyler dropped Adam and Shani off at the Portland-Hillsboro airport, leaving them on the tarmac just outside the terminal building. Shani reached into the outside pocket of her travel bag and pulled out a light jacket. The temperature was nearly twenty degrees lower than the island, hovering at seventy three.

  As they waited for the rental car shuttle, Adam glanced at his watch. “”I love traveling in this direction. Our bodies think it’s six thirty, but my watch says three thirty. We have three extra hours.”

  Shani lifted her pretty face to the sky and drew in a deep breath as she hugged herself. “It feels amazing to be back. The air is so fresh. And the mountains! I didn’t realize how much I missed that backdrop on the horizon.” She turned to flash Adam a lovely smile. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

  “You kidding?” Adam said with a grin. “You’re doing it for me. I couldn’t stand the idea of seeing you for so short a time. I would have canceled if you couldn’t have come with me. I can’t thank you enough for dropping everything to make this happen.”

  The shuttle appeared and they climbed onboard, bags in tow. Once Adam had acquired a rental car and they were seated inside, he said, “Let’s go check in at the hotel and pop over to the event center. I want to make sure my shipment arrived and check out my booth. The event kicks off at eight tomorrow night. The actual trade show starts then, and at ten the fun begins. Did you ever get a chance to go to a BDSM Connections event when you lived here?”

  Shani shook her head, a dark look flashing across her features, gone as quickly as it had arrived. “I’ve heard about it, though. I’m excited to check it out.”

  “And what about your mom? Does she know you’re here? We could drive out to the reservation in the morning, if you wanted.” Suddenly unsure if she wanted him to go with her, he added, “Or if you want to go alone, you can take the car. The hotel is walking distance from BDSM Connections, so it won’t be an inconvenience for me.”

  Shani flashed him a sweet, shy smile. “I’d love it if you came with me. I should warn you, though. My mom will probably interrogate you as to your ‘intentions.’” She used her fingers to make air quotes around the word. “My sisters, too. They’re all very protective of me. I’ve made some, uh, unfortunate choices when it comes to men in the past. Well, one guy in particular. They don’t know the details, but they know he made me unhappy.”<
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  Again, that same dark, anguished look appeared and then vanished. Adam sensed the “unhappy” was a major understatement. He recalled her terrified reaction when he’d placed his hand on her throat. He was pretty sure this guy she was referring to was the one who had installed that particular negative trigger. Again, the desire to beat the guy to a pulp surged through him. Was he someone who was active in the local BDSM scene? Adam wanted to probe, but decided to keep his promise to himself to let her take the lead. When she was ready to share, she would.

  Instead, he just smiled and assured her, “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  “I’m sure you will,” Shani said with a laugh. “Being tall, dark and handsome won’t hurt either.”

  He glanced at her with a grin. She was regarding him with a critical gaze, her head slightly tilted, a half-smile on her face. “You have the rugged features and coloring of a Native American, except for those green eyes. That’ll make my mom happy, since she’ll already have us engaged in her mind.”

  Adam shrugged, smiling. “I actually took one of those DNA tests when I was younger, in case I had some half-sibling out there somewhere I didn’t know about. I always hated being an only child.”

  Shani laughed. “The grass is always greener. I used to dream of being an only child, with my own room and no one borrowing and ruining my stuff.”

  “Yeah, I know. There were some perks, but I was a pretty lonely kid. My parents had me late in life. A ‘happy accident’ my mom always claimed, though I don’t think they wanted kids. Anyway, the DNA test told me I’m mostly Irish and English, with a mishmash of other stuff thrown in, including some indigenous American. So, yeah, I guess I could claim at least a smidgen of Native American blood.”

  “That’s cool. And did you find a secret love child from your parents’ past?” Shani asked with a smile.

  “Nah, unfortunately not,” Adam replied. “Or fortunately, I guess, depending on your perspective. I’ve read stories about DNA tests revealing all kinds of stuff, like your dad is not your actual dad, or he has a whole other family you never knew about. But my parents are about as straitlaced as they get. They have no idea of my involvement in BDSM or what I do for a living. They think I make whips and saddles for horses.”