Mastered by His Touch-Complete Box Set

by Skylar Cross

  Then his tongue is back inside. He licks lovingly but with purpose.

  As he stretches out my sphincter with his tongue, hitting every possible fiery little nerve ending along the way, I drift into a blissful state. I feel myself flying in space, a steady stream of delight passing through my body.

  Then I hear my favorite sound. The delightful snap of a bottle of lube being opened.

  Then I feel a finger inside me.

  Yep, that's a finger.

  Oh God, here we go.

  I shake with excitement.

  His finger fits easily in my spread hole, but he takes his time anyway. He massages a vast amount of lube all in and around my rectum.

  Then two fingers.

  Oh God, yes!

  Much more lube gets spread all around. My sphincter is trying to grab his fingers now, but he just ignores her and presses in all around.

  Such bliss.

  Then...

  Three fingers.

  Oooh, we're getting closer. My heart beats faster. My cunt is dripping.

  His hand movements grow steadier now. He's stretching me out with large but slow in-and-out thrusts.

  Finger number four joins the other three.

  Some more of this, then the thumb joins in.

  Now I'm starting to feel a little pain as he really stretches my asshole. I tense up a little.

  He senses this, returning to more shallow thrusts. But soon he's pressing forth again, with each time stretching me a little wider and wider.

  God, I must have a little gape going on right now!

  The very thought excites me. I hope he has a camera here somewhere so we can get a picture of me when I get to my widest.

  God, I'm such a perv! But I love it! Nobody can tell me how to live my life! This is me and I want it! Fuck anybody who doesn't get it!

  He begins a new stretching movement, massaging my muscles with the front of his fingers. He makes a 360-degree circle, pushing a little harder each time. It's very relaxing.

  After a few minutes of this, he goes back to trying to get his full hand in there. This time, I'm much wider.

  I gasp as I feel his knuckles knocking on my back door.

  Oh wow, we're almost there!

  Then pain.

  Wow, that's pain. But good pain. That stretchy kind of pain.

  He senses it and slows way down. We both know there's no way around it. If I'm going to have a fist in my ass, which I so want, I'm going to have to go through some wild nerve-stretching.

  But I'm up for it.

  Let's go, buddy.

  I inhale sharply as he presses forward slowly but hard.

  Yes!

  Oh that hurt... but it was so good.

  It's the kind of pain that just disappears when he pulls out again. It's not like real pain.

  Then he moves forward again. Is this it? Is this going to be the one?

  Oh my fucking God!

  I'm groaning through the ball gag now. This is intense. This is incredible. I can't believe it's really happening!

  Then he's out. I can't feel my sphincter anymore when he's out. That must mean I'm pretty wide now.

  Then he pushes forward again.

  I scream through the ball gag as I go wider than I've ever gone.

  "Okay?" he says.

  I'm having trouble getting my breath, but I nod yes and make an "uh-huh" sound. I'm glad he asked, but I'm ready for this. I didn't make the safe sound.

  Here he comes again.

  This time, his knuckles feel like giant boulders as they attempt to get inside me.

  But they don't make it. I'm not spreading wide enough.

  Dammit, I want a fist up my ass! Why isn't this working?

  Sensing my frustration, Caden moves his head up to my face along my left side. He rips off the blindfold and takes the ball gag out of my mouth.

  Then he wraps his left arm around my waist and pulls me tight into him. His lips press on mine. His eyes stare into mine.

  "Are you sure you want this?" he says.

  "Yes," I say.

  Then, as he looks into my eyes I feel his hand back in my ass. He starts slow again, working all the way up, never losing eye contact with me.

  We get back to "almost-in." My mouth goes wide but his unwavering stare and tight grip calm me.

  Then he is out.

  Then he is headed back in.

  As I look into his eyes a half-inch away from mine, I know this one is going to be the one.

  As his knuckles press past my sphincter, I see stars dancing around his irises. I hold my breath, a combination of pain and rapture spreading through me from my ass.

  Then he's fully in.

  I breathe.

  He smiles, still holding eye contact.

  I breathe some more. He smiles. I laugh.

  "I have a fist in my ass," I say with a giggle.

  "Yes you do, my dirty whore," he says, then kisses me gently on my lips.

  He moves behind me.

  Such a strange feeling to be this full in my rear. Now comes the extraction pain.

  He starts slowly.

  Oh my God, that's different!

  Going out feels nothing like coming in. A whole different set of nerve endings get stimulated.

  As he pulls backward, I gasp and tense up.

  But I do it. I spread wide and out he goes.

  "Oh God!" I say. "Oh my fucking God!"

  "Do you like that, my whore?" he says.

  "Yes!"

  "Yes what?"

  "Yes, master."

  "Do you want me back in?"

  "Yes, master."

  "Say please."

  "Please, master."

  The second time he fists my ass is just as intense as the first. No difference. A whole body jolt. More sensation all at once than I ever felt. Pain, pleasure, delight, heavy breathing.

  Then once he is all the way in, he goes backward until I stretch super-wide and let him out.

  The third time is a little easier.

  The fourth time feels pretty awesome.

  The fifth time I feel an orgasm on the launch pad.

  By the sixth time, I am moaning in delight.

  Oh God, this is better than I thought it would be!

  Kind of like an orgasmic standstill, never quite getting there but right on the edge.

  By about the twentieth insertion, I'm in a state I can only describe as sustained orgasmic delight.

  His entire hand, all the way up to the muscles of his forearm, moves in and out of my ass with happy abandon.

  I don't want it to end. I want to get anally fisted forever.

  He stops at one point.

  "Wow!" he says. "My little whore is gaping wide."

  He reaches over to the table with his left hand and grabs his cell phone. He works up my ass with his fist a few times, then snaps a picture.

  He holds the screen of the phone up to my face.

  Holy fucking shit! You could land a plane in there!

  God, I love this!

  Then he starts going even faster. Now I have a real orgasm building.

  "Don't come until I give you the command!" he says.

  "Yes, master," I say between mouthfuls of air.

  Now he's pummeling my asshole with his fist. And my asshole can't get enough!

  So fucking good. So goddamned fucking good! I'm so happy to be alive and enjoying this! I love being Caden Storm's filthy anal whore!

  I'm ready to blow. As he slams my butt with his fist, tendrils of orgasm are reaching up to my clit from the inside. I'm so on the edge.

  "You're on the edge, aren't you?" he says.

  "Mmmm-hmmm," I say.

  "Not yet."

  "Aargh!"

  He seems to go faster now, which I didn't think possible. I'm in complete heaven. Don't know if I can hold it in anymore.

  I swear he can read my mind.

  "Come for me now!"

  I let go.

  And come.

  And c
ome.

  And come.

  Oh God, do I come!

  I look down and see myself squirting.

  Holy fucking shit, I've never squirted before!

  I keep on having the most intense orgasm I've ever felt for a few more seconds. Enough fluid comes out of me to fill a lake, I swear.

  I let go and drift on a cloud, the final embers of orgasm exploding and softly drifting away.

  I'm near-hyperventilating. I'm covered in sweat.

  Hand still firmly stuck up my butt, Caden moves his face to mine and kisses my lips.

  I smile a huge smile.

  "You're amazing," he says, and kisses me again.

  "You're not so bad yourself," I say.

  We make out, our tongues communicating by touch. I have never known, nor will ever know again, a man like this. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

  Caden buries his head in my neck, his hot breath lulling me into a lovely post-orgasmic relaxation.

  We stay like that for a little longer. Enjoying each other's presence. Breathing in each other's essence.

  Then I open my eyes.

  "Hey," I say.

  "Yeah?" he says.

  "I just realized something."

  "What's that?"

  "Your entire hand is still up my ass."

  He turned and looked.

  "Well, so it is," he said and kissed me on the lips again.

  He slowly removes his fist from my asshole. Then he grabs his cell phone and snaps one more picture.

  Then he kisses my fisted gaping ass all over. He licks me back there tenderly, getting almost his entire face in. I can't feel his tongue anymore.

  Then, he begins to undo the chains. I have a surprise for him once I'm fully undone, but I move slow as he gets me out of the swing and back onto my feet.

  Once I'm out, I wrap my arms around him lovingly. I bury my face into his chest.

  Then I launch my surprise.

  I push him into the wall.

  Hard.

  The look on his face is one of shock as I drop to my knees and go "full Dyson" on his perfect cock.

  I suck that cock like I never sucked a cock before. Looking up at his face, I notice he can't seem to speak. That's the power of "full Dyson."

  And nobody does it better than me!

  I massage his glorious balls while I suck. Then I reach back to my heavily lubricated ass and borrow some lube for my middle finger.

  As I slam my face onto his powerful shaft, smacking the back of my throat hard with each suck, I get my middle finger to his asshole.

  I spread him a little and then it's in. I press all the way up and find his prostate.

  "Oh God!" he says as I massage his prostate with my middle finger, his taint with my thumb, his balls with my left hand... all the while stretching my lungs to their limit.

  That's enough.

  A succulent ejaculation of tasty cum fills my mouth. I wrap it around his cock with my tongue, tasting its heady flavor.

  God, there's a lot of it!

  It overflows around my mouth, dripping down my chin. I look up at him, the final spurts launching.

  I back up a little and open my mouth, a gob of white creaminess on my tongue which I stick out.

  He lifts me up and kisses me with full force.

  We stay like that for a while, making out while pressed against each other.

  God, do I love this man!

  Chapter 24

  "Are you sure you're ready for this?" said Caden.

  "Will you stop asking me stupid questions please?" I said.

  He turned into the driveway.

  The SUV behind us, driven by my dad, followed us. Inside it was my mom, Dan, and my sister Jessica. Narith was with us in the back of our SUV.

  The wide driveway looked different than in my memories. Everything seemed closer together.

  But there was the portico over the lobby. There were the umbrellas on the outdoor patios. There were the wooden steps that traveled all around the resort.

  Caden parked out front.

  "Welcome home, Kiri," he said.

  I couldn't answer. I was crying.

  I couldn't help it. A flood of memories came back to me. Caden put his hand on mine.

  "I'm fine," I said as I fumbled for tissues.

  Walking out of the front door was a woman about my age. She was taller than me, but had some of the same facial features. She held a baby in her arms. A tall Polynesian man walked beside her.

  I opened the passenger side door and got out. Caden and Narith got out too.

  I walked toward the woman with the baby. She was crying too. She handed the baby to the man, ran toward me, and threw her arms around me.

  "Kiri!" she said. "Oh Kiri! I never thought I'd see you again. I'm so happy!"

  "Dara!" I said as I hugged her and cried. "You're beautiful! You're so beautiful!"

  We stayed like that for a minute or so, just hugging and crying. The little baby apparently wanted to get in on the action because he started to cry too.

  Dara broke the embrace and pulled the man and the baby into our circle.

  "Kiri," she said, "this is my husband Tane, and this is little Maru."

  I cried more at the name, touching the little baby's forehead. He looked about six weeks old.

  "He's beautiful," I said between tears.

  I looked back to Narith and motioned him to join us. I put my arms around Tane and Dara, leaning my head on Dara's. Narith joined our circle between Dara and me. He was crying too.

  After a few minutes we all pulled ourselves together. Lots of tissues were passed around.

  I looked over at my parents, Dan, and Jessica. I motioned them over. My mom looked up at my dad, clasped his arm, and walked toward us.

  "Mom, Dad, Jessica, Dan... this is my sister Dara, her husband Tane, and baby Maru."

  "Pleasure to meet you," said my dad.

  Greetings went all around.

  I was about to introduce Caden, but Dara had already thrown her arms around him.

  Oh, that's right. I momentarily forgot they've known each other for years.

  "Kiri," said Dara. "This man is a saint. I'm so happy you're here with him. Sixteen years ago, Narith and I were living in a shack in Indonesia. This man came to rescue us and bring us back home."

  "I didn't know that," I said. "I knew he brought you back here but I didn't know the details. I want to hear all of them. I'm learning new pieces every day."

  Dara put her arm around me and said, "Let's go in." Caden put his arm around me from the other side and we walked into the resort.

  Under Caden's guidance, my father's resort had become the number one tourist destination on the island. People from all over the world came to stay here, either in one of the luxury suites or one of the many overwater bungalows. Those were new to me. They hadn't been here before.

  I cried several more times that day as Dara showed me around. A lot had changed. Many improvements had been made. The residential area had been completely redone. I barely recognized it.

  But I found a couple of little nooks that I remembered hiding in. Each time a memory hit me I cried.

  But Caden was always there, holding my hand. He just let me cry. He knew I had to let it all out.

  At dinnertime, a flood of other relatives showed up. I met uncles and aunts I never knew. Many remembered me, but I didn't remember them.

  One in particular I didn't remember was my mother's sister Chantrea, who had been in Cambodia when I was here as a child. She told me some interesting stories about my parents I never knew.