Dana Hawthorne thinks the Pleasure Guardians set up a sweet-n-sexy tryst with a "wealthy boss man" for her first fantasy night. As you have already signed and returned the contract and filled out all the necessary forms to ensure you receive your every wish, we will be in touch with you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night. Your Wish List and Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure Guardians, and they are hard at work finding your perfect match. We will endeavor to meet your personal fantasy. When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your Pleasure Night will begin, and you will also be given a safe word to use should you at any time become uncomfortable. There is no shame in changing your mind.
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Dana Hawthorne thinks the Pleasure Guardians set up a sweet-n-sexy tryst with a "wealthy boss man" for her first fantasy night. As you have already signed and returned the contract and filled out all the necessary forms to ensure you receive your every wish, we will be in touch with you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night.
Your Wish List and Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure Guardians, and they are hard at work finding your perfect match. We will endeavor to meet your personal fantasy.
When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your Pleasure Night will begin, and you will also be given a safe word to use should you at any time become uncomfortable. There is no shame in changing your mind. Once again, welcome to The Pleasure Club. Please feel free to contact the office at any time should you have any questions.
Your safe word is Mayday. The sound of footsteps behind him had him turning around to see Lance enter the main cabin of the vessel Jared called home.
Lance was a land-lover, but Jared adored the ocean-polar opposites who had somehow discovered a few common interests that bound them together in friendship. Their friendship expanded when they learned they shared a similar fondness for certain sexual fetishes. They both loved to share and dominate women, and they were damn good at it. It beat trolling the nightclubs for potential dates who might or might not be into kinky foreplay. And many fetish clubs were too sleazy for his tastes.
Role playing was what thrilled him-becoming the kind of person another needed to find that heightened release, that touch of nirvana.
He smiled. Yeah, he enjoyed every minute of his membership and looked forward to the weekends whenever he had a fantasy to fulfill, especially one like tonight, one that could involve the sea. Tonight was different, though, and that difference excited him. After one final glance, he pocketed the instructions TPC had sent him. Tonight just might best all of his other fantasies combined. Lance was dressed in attire similar to his own-black cargo pants, a sleeveless black muscle shirt, and dark combat boots.
You gonna wear an eye patch? I was hoping for at least a parrot. Think of all the naughty-ass words we could teach it tonight. One pier over. I saw it dock just before I came down. Would tonight be special? She hoped so. She just wished she knew which fantasy her Pleasure Masters had chosen to fulfill! He might want to tag along.
A nervous giggle escaped, so she bit her lip to settle her jitters. She glanced down and busied herself by straightening the skirt of her short evening dress. Her clutch with cell phone, money, and lipstick, lay next to her on the seat. Had she chosen wrong? Was she overdressed? The cab pulled to a stop, and the driver twisted to look at her.
Pulling out her letter from TPC, she reread the address. Now what do I do? The man was attractive and well dressed in pristine white slacks and short-sleeved shirt, the top two buttons left undone. Laceless deck shoes covered his bare feet, and a gold ring with a blood-red ruby sparkled on his right ring finger. Clean-shaven, he sported a thick head of dark hair with enough length to lend a rakish quality and a hint of salt at the temples to give him a distinguished appearance.
She returned his smile, quickly stowed her TPC instructions back into her clutch, and clasped his offered hands. The man was very handsome in a charming way. The only problem was she had no idea what name to call him. She decided to play along. His hands cupped her upper arms, slid down in a slow caress that caused her flesh to tingle, her pulse to quicken.
His grin was pure devil, though, as he looked up at her and reached out to stroke her calf, the back of one knee, a little thigh at the edge of her hemline. Her shoes dangling from one hand, he curled a finger under her chin and dipped his head down to press another chaste kiss on her lips, which erased the pout that had started to form. He took her by the hand and escorted her onto the yacht. Meeting on the pier was a creative detour from her more mundane idea of an office affair, but she liked the spontaneity.
Now let me show you around. Below deck, there was a dual-purpose kitchen and living area with a built-in, state-of-the-art entertainment system, a spacious master suite with small bathroom, and even a second sleeping area behind a curtain in the bow of the vessel.
Above deck were the controls and several padded seats and benches, perfect for parties or lounging in the sunshine. He retrieved a picnic basket from below and, to her surprise, revealed a delicious gourmet meal. She reveled in the unique mix of wealthy prestige and casual informality as they shared a very pleasant dinner of lobster tails, steamed vegetables, and a strawberry cheesecake that could make any woman orgasm.
As the meal progressed, James became adorably playful. Dipping his fingertip into the sweet strawberry sauce, he raised it to her lips. After a few seconds, she heard him holler to someone on the dock. Dana enjoyed the cool evening breeze that lightly swept through her hair while she watched James steer the yacht out onto the open water.
She wondered idly whether that was his real name, not that it mattered. It suited him-simple, yet sophisticated. He carried himself well, competent but not arrogant.
He had a nice, tight ass and hard biceps, and although he was dressed like a powerful executive with enough riches to have a private yacht, he moved with the strength of a blue-collar worker familiar with hard labor.
There was no captain other than himself to maneuver the vessel, no staff to cater to his every whim, and yet the visual of his self-sufficiency made her smile. She almost wished they were not play-acting, that she really was his secretary or assistant or some employee blessed to work with him on a daily basis. He turned a smile toward her and held out his hand. She kept her glass in one hand and rose to stand beside him. He pulled her into a one-arm embrace, her back to his front, as he continued to steer the yacht farther out to sea.
Far enough though to leave behind the constant hustle and bustle, the chaotic sounds of city life. Being out on the water enabled her to see for miles, and she noted the other ships of all types-barges to cruise liners, speedboats to sailboats-their numbers fewer than before, and the distance greater so that she could almost envision them being all alone in the world, set adrift on the open ocean.
She turned in the direction he pointed and saw a spectacular sunset reflected over the watery horizon. Her breath caught. She did take some pride in her appearance, in staying fit and taking care of herself.
Monthly spa trips were her own private pamper sessions she refused to skip. But she was also comfortable sans makeup, in torn T-shirt and paint-stained cutoffs, seated on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and an old movie on the TV. She turned in his arms, rose up on tiptoe to drape her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
He tightened his hold on her, pulling her body firmly against his. The waves were gentle tonight, offering a pleasant rock and roll while they let the kiss linger, evolve into heated passion. He tasted delicious, his talented tongue a treat to her psyche.
She clutched him closer. So caught up in the kiss, she relaxed her grip on the flute, and it crashed to the deck behind him. At the sound, she startled. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she moaned with pleasure, hugging him closer.
Glass crunched beneath his step as he headed for the master suite below deck. Setting her down in a safer area, he cupped her face between his hands and nipped her bottom lip. He lowered the lighting of the room to a soft amber glow and then went to a small stereo system in the wall and turned it on.
The gentle, sultry melodies of an instrumental love song added a nice accompaniment to the faint splash of waves against the hull outside. When he returned, he wore a grin. Slowly, he slid his hands downward, over her shoulders, skimming her arms, encircling her body… The kiss deepened while he mapped her curves with caresses that left her tingly with longing.
She pulled away to regain her breath, and he took full advantage with sprinkled kisses along her jaw line, her neck, at the base where her pulse raged beneath hypersensitive skin. He reached between them to squeeze and mold, touch and knead her breast, and she moaned softly, encouragingly, as he glided his other palm over her ass. James froze.
Dana was eager for more. She raked her manicured nails gently down his back and up again. She and James separated, their warm passion doused by cold, hard reality. Stupid question. And then one man cocked his pistol, the mechanism making a soft, now all-too-familiar snick. Two guns were aimed at them.
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