Pleasure Bay (2 page)

His fingers left her pussy and travelled to the back of her head. Winding into her long wet hair, he pulled until her head arched and her breasts pulled off the rock. He bent over her and grazed his lips along the side of her neck, brushing softly over her jaw until his teeth found her ear and nipped sharply. His tongue came out, to lave and soothe before he whispered softly, “Do you get me?”

She nodded.

Another breathtaking series of spanks seared her cheeks.

“Nodding is not an answer, my little submissive. Do. You. Get. Me?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “I get you.” So intense was her arousal, her voice was little more than a shuddering exhalation of breath.

“That’s a good girl.” His hand guided her head to the side as he took her mouth. His tongue plunged inside as he devoured her, hungrily. Once he had robbed her of all sentient thought, he continued with her spanking.

More fire blazed along her vulnerable skin as he ignited her long-dormant core, swatting one undulating cheek after the other. She cried out, not from pain, but from pleasure and the realization that what she had dreamed of for so long, secretly in the recesses of her mind, was as good as she imagined. She was getting spanked and she liked it. She was being dominated and she absolutely loved it.

Her eyes flew open as she snapped back to reality. She zoned in on the screen and in her mind’s eye the woman changed to a voluptuous redheaded siren with green eyes. It was herself she now saw in the photo, or at least her fantasy self—hotter, more vibrant and colorful, more daring.

Flopping back against the cushions, she closed her eyes and groaned in frustration. Could she do something like this? Did she dare? The name of the exclusive island resort evoked images of all manner of tropical delights: gorgeous seascapes, warm tropical breezes, and cut male bodies with washboard abs walking in the surf in snug board shorts. The slogan conjured up images of other kinds of delights—sexual delights—including being naked and pressed against one of those cut male bodies without a scrap of the aforementioned snug material in sight.

Her body certainly wanted to experience Pleasure Bay and her intimate parts demanded attention, even if her mind was still leery. It had been a very long time since she’d been with a man. She couldn’t remember her last date, let alone the last time she’d had sex. And an orgasm, that illusive entity had never come easily for her. It was so rare in fact that she had never had one that wasn’t self-induced. Even that bit of indulgence had been few and far between since opening the boutique.

Her determined fingers flew over the keys. In an instant, the preliminary form was filled out and her payment option selected. All that was left was one single keystroke and Pleasure Bay would be within reach. The ache in her breasts and between her thighs compelled her to reach out. Her finger hovered for a moment over the key as she had a last moment of doubt. She vacillated between yes and no. Her eyes flicked to the banner,
where all your fantasies come true
.

Her mind took her back to the grotto and the gorgeous dominant man now surging into her from behind. His cock driving steadily, gloriously, relentlessly between her freshly spanked thighs. Her legs spread wider and she arched her back further, offering him more, yielding everything as he plunged into her fast and hard, driving her rapidly onward. Her body was helpless against his possession as he propelled her, sending her spiraling out of control into a clenching, writhing, mindlessly intense, freaking fantastic orgasm.

One hand slid into her panties searching for much-needed relief as no longer uncertain, her finger lowered decisively.

Enter

Click

$12,000 be damned!

With a flash, the screen changed.

Please wait while your request is being processed.

She watched the spinning circle with bated breath. In a moment, a message appeared.

Thank you for choosing Pleasure Bay. You are now pre-registered. A preliminary information packet will arrive by overnight mail. Once we receive your application and medical clearance, our team of talented professionals will work diligently to make your fantasy into reality…

More instructions followed, but her eyes couldn’t process them. Her mind was reeling wildly and she couldn’t think beyond one thought.

Holy crap! What on earth had she done?

* * *

Shane Moore watched the FedEx driver get back into his truck before closing the door. He looked down at the thick white envelope in his hand. Ripping open the cardboard tab of the mailer, he pulled out a hefty, light blue, decorative envelope with
Pleasure Bay
embossed in fancy bold script across the front. Below, it read—
preliminary information and welcome package
.

He sat down on his couch, pulling the mass of papers from the packet and setting them all down next to him except for the colorful brochure. He opened the trifold pamphlet to find a collage of pictures and small captions featuring the resort’s amenities and accommodations. Most he’d already viewed on their website when making his reservation, so he set it aside and dug in further.

He picked up the welcome letter that began,
Dear Mr. Moore,
and explained the next step in the process.

All forms must be completed in their entirety and returned within five days. For your convenience, we have enclosed a prepaid overnight express envelope
.
Once your application is reviewed and accepted, confirmation and travel details will be sent to the email address provided during registration. If for any reason, our staff feels that your request cannot be accommodated, your deposit will be refunded in full.

He set the letter down and started sifting through the various forms. The medical clearance would need to be signed by his physician; he set that one aside and thumbed through the rest. A sheet labeled
preferences
caught his eye. He got up to grab a pen as he scanned the paper. Gender was first, easy enough, female—check. Hair color, black—check, second choice—blond. He easily ran down the list of other features. He knew what he liked in a woman. When he got to the listing of activities,
Check All That Apply,
he slowed and sat down:
private dining, gym, massage, bondage: light, medium, or heavy, dungeon play, dom/domme, submissive.
The list went on, but Shane’s eyes froze on one word—domme—and swept back to dungeon play.

He could see himself in nothing but a pair of ripped jeans, kneeling on a hard stone floor, with his hands tied behind his back. He watched high-heeled feet and long, slender legs as they approached slowly and stood close in front of him. Placing a well-manicured hand on his head, the woman spoke, her voice slightly deep, rich, and sultry. “Do you think you have what it takes to please a mistress like me, boy?”

Her hand gave his head a small shove as she backed up and started to walk around him, inspecting him, her soft hands exploring his body. She caressed and squeezed one of his well-toned biceps, humming in satisfaction. Leaning close, her breath brushed his ear in a deep whisper. “Sure looks like you have.”

Shane shook his head and started marking boxes: BDSM, domme, bondage. He hesitated for a moment over light, medium, or heavy. He didn’t have any real experience—better go with light. He took a moment to think about what it would be like to be tied up at the mercy of his beautiful partner. She would tease him until he strained at his restraints, begging for release. Suddenly, he imagined having her tied up in return, watching her body squirm as he controlled her pleasure. It would be so hot to turn the tables after she untied him, but would she permit such a thing?

Refocusing on the task at hand, he put a check in the box next to massage and set the pen down; he needed to make an adjustment in his jeans.

The preference sheet completed, he sorted through the rest of the papers, finding a form titled SSC-Insurance form, in bold red letters. Paper-clipped to the edge of the form was a yellow note that read ‘Please read carefully.’ Puzzled, Shane started reading.

To ensure the
S
afe,
S
ane and
C
onsensual environment of Pleasure Bay, we ask that you read and sign this document. Absence of a signature on this document will be deemed an immediate cancellation of your reservation and forfeiture of the $200 reservation fee. Please retain copy C of this form for your records.

In the practice of BDSM, it is important that our guests understand and respect the different levels and sometimes graphic nature of BDSM play. Those seasoned in the lifestyle as well as those of you who are just starting to explore…

By the time Shane finished reading about how involved some BDSM activities could get and why it was important to have planned sessions and safewords, it was enough to make his head spin. All he wanted was to fulfill his desire to be controlled by a beautiful, sexy, and dominant woman… just once! There were three boxes just above the signature line: beginner, some experience, advanced/lifestyle. Having been warned in the previous paragraphs why it was important to be honest, he marked beginner and scrawled out his signature on the line below.

There were two more papers to fill out and his packet would be complete with the exception of seeing his physician. First, a confidentiality agreement, basically stating that what happens on Pleasure Bay, stays on Pleasure Bay. Second, a few pages for him to fill out better describing his fantasy, so they could tailor his scene to meet his needs and find him a partner who was a good fit.

Describe your fantasy partner(s). What are you and your partner(s) wearing? What type of scene do you imagine: dark and intense, light and playful, something in between? Do you use implements, toys, or equipment? Are you interested in role-play? What are you doing? What is being done to you?

The image of his dream woman was foremost in his mind as he began to write. It was always her when he thought of submitting to a woman. Her long black hair swept back neatly in a tight French twist. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the faint smell of her black, shiny, skintight vinyl corset and matching panties.

He could hear the ‘click’ of her black stilettos as she walked toward him; the fiery red of her toenails and the long line of her sleek legs had him hard in an instant. The flare of her hips, her tight trim waist, and bountiful breasts almost robbed him of breath. The dark jewels of her eyes landed on him, pausing to observe his well-sculpted male physique from head to toe with her hungry eyes. Her high-glossed red lips spread slowly into a seductive smile as their eyes met.

Taking one planned and determined step at a time—swaying her lush ass and hips provocatively—she crossed the distance between them. As if sensing he was about to say something, she put a finger to her lips while shaking her head slowly, and then transferred that same finger to his lips once she was close enough to stand face-to-face. “Quiet,” she whispered. Her slender hands smoothed over his chest, his shoulders, and down his back as she walked around him, looking him over. His stomach tightened, as did the fit of his jeans.

His eyes were fixated on her red nails, vibrant against the blue denim as she skillfully popped the button and worked open his pants. He wore nothing but his tight jeans. She didn’t let on if this surprised her as her warm fingers weaved between denim and skin, peeling his jeans from his hips. He felt his jaw clench when she took hold of his erection, softly caressing the taut velvety skin of his shaft. A scorching jolt ran down his back as she teased the swollen head of his cock. Finding a bead of moisture, she collected it, carrying it to her parted lips. He groaned.

“Do you want to come?” she asked.

“Yes, mistress,” he whispered.

“Fine, but you will have to earn your reward, first.” Although soft-spoken, her voice was dripping with authority—God, how it made him ache. “On your knees, boy.” She pointed to her feet and he instantly obeyed, looking up at her with eager, willing eyes. He felt her smooth hands slipping into his short sandy brown hair. Her grip tightening as she guided his face to the source of her pleasure, the smell of her arousal mixing with vinyl as she rubbed her pussy gently against his nose, driving his need to please her even higher. “Think you can make me come, boy?”

“Oh yes, mistress. Please… let me worship your pussy,” he breathed.

She took a couple of steps back and he moaned at the loss of her nearness. Biting his lip, he watched her ease down her sleek black panties, revealing the smooth shaven lips of her pussy. His eyes hungrily fixated on her satiny skin, licking his lips in anticipation. After she stepped out of her panties, his eyes were drawn to the wet circle that marked her arousal.

“Taste,” she ordered, scooting the discarded garment before him with the tip of her shoe. Eagerly he bent to the task, lapping at her mouthwatering essence while looking up into her eyes.

She seated herself in a comfortable chair, spreading her legs wide as she motioned him to her with the crook of her finger. He crawled to her, watching her stroke her smooth pussy. “Look, but don’t touch,” she said, parting her lips. The sight of her swollen, pink clit, glistening with moisture, caused his cock to throb. His heart nearly stopped when she stroked through her wetness encircling her clit. “Lick. Slowly.” Her rich voice now husky with need.

His heart hammered hard in his chest as he licked his lips, his face inching toward the center of her arousal. With the tip of his tongue, he made one slow and determined lick, looking up into her eyes for approval.

“Yes, like that,” she breathed, moving her hands to the side of his head, pulling his face closer to her beautiful pussy.