Destination Desire

by HELEN HARDT

  He chuckled. “I should be insulted, but I can’t fault your observation. I’m a bit more discriminating than you think, teerak. And I have no intention of sharing myself in any way with anyone else while I’m with you.”

  “So you want…”

  “You. Only you, for now. I’ve never felt this strong of a connection before.”

  Heidi’s heart lurched. “God. Neither have I.”

  “Let’s go back to bed.”

  “Okay. But I’m leaving in a few days.”

  “If we still want each other in a few days, and I think we will, we’ll figure something out.”

  A dreamy haze crept over Heidi. Figure something out. Was she willing to leave her home? Her career? Of course, Aran had lived most of his life in the states. Maybe he’d consider leaving.

  Aran.

  A sexy name for a sexy man. And he wanted her. An amazing model who had his pick of women in his club, and he wanted her. What the heck? She could spend a few days frolicking with a gorgeous man. And during these few days, would she be courageous enough to explore some more of his playroom? Her pussy quivered.

  She exhaled a deep breath. “Okay. I’d like to spend some more time with you.

  Aran’s teasing smile warmed her. “I’m glad, Heidi.”

  “So then…” she hedged.

  “What?”

  “Can we get…tied up?”

  He let out a boisterous laugh. Then he swept her into his arms and carried her back to his bed.

  Destination Desire: Montego Lay

  Montego Lay

  “It’s essential to practice tying your knots until you can do it without thinkin’.”

  The sultry Jamaican accent flowing from the beautifully formed lips of the handsome resort worker was smoother than the Jamaican rum Lisa had sampled the day before. His words? Smooth wasn’t quite the right description. Was he serious? From the looks of the woman, naked and bound to a hanging bed under a cabana, yes, he was.

  Lisa’s bare nipples puckered. She’d gotten used to the nudity at Pleasure Cove Resort in Montego Bay fairly quickly. The public displays of affection? Not just kissing… And now the bondage exhibition? That would take a little longer.

  “It’s not usually like this,” her friend Bailey had said to her earlier, when they’d come across a threesome engaged in some interesting oral action. Outside. On the beach. In plain view. “It’s that French group, Soleil Erotique. They’re into all that weird stuff. Usually it’s just nudity around here, nothing more.”

  Bailey was used to places like this. She visited them often, sometimes with a boyfriend, sometimes not. When Lisa’s less inhibited friend had first approached her with the idea they vacation at Pleasure Clove, she’d been skeptical. But she was enjoying herself. The experience was strangely empowering.

  But the bondage demonstration? Where was Bailey now? Lisa could use some moral support. Though she should keep walking and leave the demonstration far behind, her feet didn’t move. They seemed adhered to the spot, her gaze glued to the gorgeous brown face, the long dreads tied back in a leather thong, and the gorgeously carved bare torso of the bondage expert.

  Without thinking, Lisa raised her hand.

  The smoky chocolate eyes widened. “Yes? Pretty lady with the beautiful honey-blond hair? You have a question?”

  Lisa cleared her throat. What was she thinking? All eyes were on her now. “Yes. I have a question.”

  “And?”

  “Why do you need to be able to tie your knots without thinking?”

  “Ah, good question, pretty lady.” He smiled.

  Her heart did a little dance.

  “Practice will enhance your skill and help keep your submissive safe.”

  “Safe?” Lisa’s voice wavered.

  “Of course. There might come a time when you need to untie your submissive quickly. Bein’ familiar with the knots you use will facilitate this.”

  Lisa dropped her mouth open. He was completely serious. She’d laugh in his face if she weren’t afraid of looking like an imbecile in front of the most attractive man she’d seen in months. Make that years.

  His full lips curved into a teasing grin. “I could use another volunteer, pretty lady. Care to come up here and help?”

  Though the Jamaican sun blazed overhead, she chilled to her toes. Volunteer? For what? To be bound? Not in this lifetime. Or any other.

  “Yeah, come on,” an Australian accented voice said from the crowd around the Jamaican stud. “Join the fun.”

  Within seconds, and without knowing quite how she got there, Lisa found herself standing on the platform while the bondage teacher untied the other woman, pierced nipples and all.

  “What’s your name, pretty lady?”

  “Lisa. Lisa Brooks.”

  “Welcome, Lisa Brooks.” He held out his brown hand.

  She took it, warmth coursing through her.

  “You can call me Ace.”

  “Nice to meet you…Ace.”

  “The pleasure’s mine.” His gaze dropped to her bare breasts and then to the sarong wrapped around her hips. “You’ll be needin’ to take that off.”

  “But I…” She was naked underneath for God’s sake. Of course, that was hardly a valid reason for leaving the sarong in place. Most of the people in the crowd were naked. And uninhibited.

  She knew her breasts were nice. And unenhanced, which seemed to be the minority around here. Judging from the look in his chocolate gaze, Ace agreed. But her pussy posed a bit of an issue. She was a little overdressed for the party, so to speak. She’d been surprised when she arrived on the nude beach to find that nearly all of the women, and a good portion of the men, had shaved. Or waxed. Or whatever one did. Manscaping, Bailey had called it, and Lisa had laughed so hard she nearly peed her pants. Or lack thereof. Not that she’d come totally unprepared. She’d trimmed and coifed her dark blond bush. But here, trimmed and coifed seemed a trifle out of place.

  “Are you a little shy, sweet Lisa?” Ace’s sexy voice teased.

  “No.” Gathering her courage, she stripped off the sarong and flung it toward him, baring her triangle of curls to the crowd.

  The flimsy fabric molded to Ace’s chiseled chest, and he dropped his gazeto her pussy. His eyes smoldered, and heat rushed over her flesh. Was it her imagination? Or did he appreciate the au naturel look?

  Ace fingered a white rope that looked like her mother’s clothesline. The idea of being bound by rope frightened her. Scarves. Scarves were soft, silky, and sexy. Wouldn’t they work better?

  “Um…Ace?”

  “Yes, sweet?”

  “C-Could you use scarves for the demonstration? I think I’d be more comfortable.”

  “Ah, such a novice.” He smiled again.

  Her skin tingled. Damn, he was gorgeous.

  “Scarves aren’t safe, love. They’re difficult to untie once they’re knotted, and they can cut off circulation quite easily.”

  Lisa’s cheeks warmed. Novice? Hell, she was a complete child when it came to this stuff.

  “But don’t be scared, sweet,” Ace said. “I know what I’m doin’.”

  “Uh…okay.”

  “Anyone in the lifestyle will tell you the master takes full responsibility for his submissive’s safety. A good master knows to watch for circulation or breathin’ problems, signs of hyperventilation, and the like.”

  “Really.” Lisa shook her head. “I had no idea.”

  He chuckled. “That’s becoming clear. But no worries, sweet. I won’t harm you.” He held up the white rope. “Nylon is the best rope to use for bondage. It’s strong, it unties easily, and it’s generally comfortable.”

  An image of her mother tying her father in clothesline shot into Lisa’s head, and she stifled a laugh.

  “Did I say something funny?” Ace asked.

  “No, no. It’s just…that looks like my mom’s old clothesline.”

  His white teeth glimmered. “Not clothesline, sweet. That’d be cotton, whi
ch isn’t good rope for bondage. It retains too much moisture.”

  “Why would that be a problem?”

  “Germs, sweet.”

  The crowd “mmmhmm’d” in a din, and Lisa felt like an idiot. Clearly, there was a lot she didn’t know about bondage. Well, duh.

  “You’ll want to seal the ends of your nylon rope with flame,” Ace said. “Otherwise it unravels easily.”

  Hmm. The practical side of bondage. Lisa stifled another giggle.

  “I already demonstrated the square knot and clove hitch on my last volunteer. You, sweet, will demonstrate a different knot and hitch.”

  Lisa gulped.

  “I’ll bind sweet Lisa’s wrists usin’ a French bowline knot.”

  Ace grabbed Lisa’s forearm, his long dark fingers exerting a delicious pressure. He formed a loop in the rope, pushed one end through, and repeated the procedure, coiling the rope around Lisa’s wrists. “This is a good knot for bindin’ wrists and ankles because it won’t tighten and cut off circulation.”

  Lisa gulped again as Ace’s deft hands tied her. She took a deep breath and exhaled, reminding herself that she had bared her pussy and volunteered for this. Why? She wasn’t interested in bondage. But she was becoming increasingly interested in the gorgeous specimen of eye candy before her.

  “Now let’s say I want to bind sweet Lisa here to a bedpost. For that, we need a hitch. And let me say again that you should never use a hitch around the wrists or ankles. They tend to tighten as pressure is applied. You use a hitch for tying a rope to a bedpost.” He nodded to the twin bed on the platform. “If you’ll lie down, sweet.”

  Lisa’s legs turned to jelly under her, but somehow she made it to the bed and lay down on her back.

  “Are you ready, Lisa?”

  The crowd snickered. What was their problem? She’d already lain down.

  “I’m waitin’,” Ace said.

  Lisa cleared her throat. “For what?”

  “For you to say you’re ready.”

  More snickers. What the hell was going on?

  “Sure, I’m ready.”

  “Perfect,” he said. “Now reach your hands over your head, and I’ll hitch the rope binding your wrists to the bed post.”

  With a few quick movements that Lisa couldn’t see, Ace secured her. Her arms were now immobile. Frightening. Yet…arousing? In front of all these people? What the hell was wrong with her?

  “Now I can have my way with the lovely Lisa,” Ace said, his husky voice sliding into her psyche. “But wouldn’t she be beautiful if each ankle were bound to the foot of the bed?”

  Lisa tensed, but the crowd roused.

  “For that, since our fair Lisa is a beginner, I’ll use leather ankle cuffs, which I’ll secure to the post using a half hitch.”

  Lisa closed her eyes and willed herself to steady as Ace bound first one and then her other ankle and secured each to the bed posts. She lay, legs spread, pussy bared, in front of several dozen people she’d never met. Just as well. If she knew any of them, she’d want to expire on the spot. She was nearly to that point anyway. Yet when Ace stood over her, his chocolate eyes blazing, she wanted nothing more than for him to strip off his Bermuda shorts and ram his huge—at least it was huge in her imagination—cock into her slick cunt.

  “You’re beautiful, sweet,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “Beautiful, and ready for me to do whatever I please.” He winked and then nodded to his audience. “Here she is, ladies and gentleman, at my pleasure, her legs spread, her wrists bound. She can’t touch me, but I can touch her.” He cleared his throat. “You can add to your submissive’s sensory perception by blindfolding her. Silk works well for this. The coolness of it against the face is pleasant for the submissive.”

  Lisa closed her eyes, anticipating the gossamer softness against her cheeks. Her nipples tightened into hard buds, and moisture dripped from her pussy. If he fucked her right here, right now, outside in broad daylight in front of all these people, she wouldn’t stop him. The thought frightened her. Still, her pussy throbbed, and ripples of heat washed over her body. Her nipples stood straight, yearning for a tongue to lick them, lips to suck them. Firm, full lips.

  “That’s about all the time for today’s demonstration.” Ace’s voice cut into her fantasy. “Thanks for coming. Tomorrow’s demonstration will be toga tying, to get you all ready for the Greek party tomorrow evening. Tonight is Casino Night. And I know those of you with Soleil Erotique have a special evening planned.”

  Strangely disappointed that he hadn’t blindfolded her with silk, Lisa waited as the others left. Within a few minutes, she was alone with Ace. And still bound to the bed.

  He sat down next to her and untied her wrists. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much, sweet. You were a good sport.”

  “Oh, no. I’m fine.” Lisa rubbed her wrists, but they weren’t sore at all. It just seemed the thing to do.

  “You made a pretty model for my demonstration.” He unhitched the rope from the bedpost and coiled it.

  Lisa lay still, her ankles still bound. She didn’t dare speak, for fear that if she opened her mouth, she’d scream “fuck me!” Ace reached for her first ankle cuff and unfastened it. Though she was naked and at his mercy, he was careful not to touch her inappropriately. Damn him.

  When he had freed her completely, he handed her the sarong. “Here you are. Though it’s a shame to cover such beauty.”

  Lisa sat up and took the silky veil. “I’m only covering the bottom.”

  “You’re lovely. Just lovely.”

  Lisa’s heart fluttered. “Thank you. You…uh…seem to know a lot about this…lifestyle.”

  “It’s part of the job here at Pleasure Cove. I learn what the people want to learn, and then I teach it. But it’s not really my thing.”

  “Really?” Surprise shot through Lisa. She would have sworn Ace was a master. That he wasn’t kind of bummed her out, though she wasn’t sure why.

  “Yah, really. I’m more traditional, to be sure. But it’s fun to demonstrate. Especially with such a beautiful woman.”

  Heat darted to Lisa’s core. “Do…” She cleared her throat, her cheeks warming. She’d been about to ask him to have a drink. Instead, she asked, “Why was the crowd laughing?”

  “Ah.” His tone was teasing. “You mean when I asked if you were ready.”

  “Yeah. I didn’t get that.”

  “You see, pretty Lisa, ‘ready’ is a word in Jamaican English that means a woman who is very…sexually attractive.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She shook her head, her cheeks warming. “I walked right into that.”

  “I’m afraid you did, sweet.” His voice was like melted chocolate. “But it was all in fun.”

  “Yeah, right. I may as well have been wearing a sign that said ‘novice.’”

  He arched an eyebrow. “You don’t really need the sign.”

  Again, heat spread over her. But she was enjoying the banter. “Now you’re making fun of me again.”

  “Just teasin’ you a little. You’re adorable. And beautiful.”

  She swallowed and gathered what little courage she possessed. It was now or never. “Ace?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Would you…like to get a drink with me?”

  He grinned but shook his head. “I can’t, Lisa. I’m sorry. I’m on the clock, and I have another event I need to attend in about five minutes.”

  “Oh. Sure.” She tried to hide her disappointment. And her embarrassment. What had she been thinking, asking out a stud like him? “I understand. For a minute I…”

  “You what?”

  “Forgot you worked here. Of course you can’t fraternize with the guests. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. I’d have a drink with you if I could.”

  Yeah. Sure he would. The Jamaican hottie was letting her down easily. Why would he want to have a drink with plain old Lisa Brooks from Springfield, Illinois? He’d said
she was lovely, pretty, beautiful even, but that was his job. To please the female guests, make them feel pampered. As gorgeous as he was, he’d have his pick of naked women here at Pleasure Cove.

  “Uh…I’ll see you later.”

  “I hope so.” His firm and kissable lips curved into a breathtaking smile.

  Her heart leaped, but she reminded herself he was only being polite to a resort guest. “Bye, Ace.”

  “Bye, pretty Lisa.”

  Pretty Lisa. Right. She walked to her room, feeling slightly nauseated.

  * * *

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Nope.” Bailey took a sip of her rum punch. “We’re here, aren’t we? We may as well take advantage of everything this resort has to offer.”

  “But erotic casino night, Bay?” Lisa shook her head. “I’m not sure I’m up for it.”

  “Hey, you let a hot guy tie you up this afternoon, didn’t you?” Bailey’s brown eyes gleamed. “Casino night with Soleil Erotique can’t be any worse than that.”

  Lisa warmed at the thought of lying spread eagle in front of Ace. Heck, in front of dozens of other naked people. She’d been embarrassed, for sure. She’d also been turned on. Her pussy had throbbed, and she hoped its wetness hadn’t been apparent to Ace. And maybe just a tiny part of her hoped it had.

  “I’m thinking of spending the evening in.”

  “And waste a night of Jamaica?” Bailey gulped the last of her rum punch and signaled the bartender for another.

  Damn, that girl could drink a sailor under the table. Her friend had a point, though. This was their vacation. They’d paid a lot of money to come here. She should grab everything Pleasure Cove had to offer.

  “All right. I’ll go.” She smoothed the spandex skirt of her skimpy little black number. She hadn’t spent the last month working out and subsisting on Lean Cuisines for nothing. Bailey was right. She needed to do what she came here to do. Have a vacation. Have some fun.