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state. If you agree to these stipulations, we will take care of the additional paperwork upon your arrival. We will also require that you meet with our psychologist for evaluation before final approval. If she doesn’t feel you are fit to handle the fantasy, your deposit will be fully refunded, and you can enjoy one of our complimentary guest huts until your departure on Sunday.”
    Jennifer chewed at the inside of her lower lip. She wanted her fantasy to come true, but she wanted it to be uninhibited. She didn’t mind the safeword, or the restriction on the use of gags, or even the preliminary psych test, but having to report once a day would kill the realism that she was looking to experience.
    “Ms. Reed?”
    “Sorry, I was just thinking that having to report for a mini mental-health check every day was going to detract from the enjoyment of my fantasy.”
    “I can assure that you will enjoy your fantasy. Like our website promises, satisfaction guaranteed. So what do you say, yes or no, Ms. Reed?”
    This was probably the closest she was ever going to get to safely fulfilling her most secret sought-after desires. She wasn’t going to let a few rules ruin it completely for her, was she?
    “Yes!” she said resolutely. “I’ll agree to your contingencies.” Her belly clenched again with renewed hope and anticipation.
    “Very good, you can expect your confirmation email in a couple of days. We look forward to seeing you this weekend.”
    “As do I, sir. Have a good day.”
    Jennifer slapped the cordless phone into the charger and happy-danced her way back to the bathroom. Finally, she was going to get her abduction fantasy. How would they arrange it, she wondered, applying her makeup and doing her best with her stubborn hair. Surely, they wouldn’t introduce him to her. That would kill the best part.
    Would they send her to the grotto spa for a private massage and maybe while the man was rubbing her down, he’d tie her hands behind her back and tell her that he wasn’t going to let her go until she agreed to please him—every way he liked. Naturally, she wouldn’t agree, at least not at first. She would call his bluff and offer to report him if he forced himself on her.
    “Why would I force you? You’ll be begging for my cock before I’m through,” he’d say as he tied her dainty ankles to the corners of the table.
    She would be at his mercy, bound to the table while he rubbed her legs down with oil. Moving his skillful hands purposely between her thighs, kneading and squeezing as he inched his way up, he’d pause at the lower curve of her buttocks. Would he pry open her ass cheeks and peer into the furrow? Maybe he’d run a finger slowly across her sensitive hole, causing her to shudder and clench.
    Without a word, he would oil up a finger, work it into her rear as he listened to her moans and enjoyed how she wiggled her hips. “You like that, don’t you?” he would whisper next to her ear.
    She would nod her head and feel his finger withdraw, followed seconds later by his large flat hand crashing down upon one of her bottom cheeks. “Answer me, girl.”
    Jennifer’s pussy clenched at the thought of the sexy man dominating her, manipulating her body, and teasing her to the point she’d forget her own name.
    It had been so long since she’d lost control… really lost control. She longed for the kind of weekends she used to have with Richard. More than once, she had called in on a Monday, too sore and spent to do anything more than sleep. Richard wasn’t afraid to tickle her dark side, when it suited him, of course. He enjoyed pushing her to the edge of her limits and then skillfully coaxing her past them. Some might call her a bit of a freak for allowing some of the things she’d done with Richard, but the truth was she missed him. She longed for the carnal lust, the rough and sometimes raunchy sex, and the way he was able to make her come at his command.
    She knew that Pleasure Bay wouldn’t