Stacy Lincoln, waitress and thief, has always gotten by on luck, charm, and good looks, but today her luck’s about to run out. After overhearing a conversation about a tropical resort island for millionaires, she decides to crash their upcoming weekend party and help herself to their valuables. It’s as simple as stealing some designer clothes and a motorboat, right?
What she doesn’t know is that The Pleasure Cove is a BDSM resort…and when she trespassed on Master Dominic’s island, she crossed the wrong dom.
Now she’s marooned on an island full of of doms, and Master Dominic is only offering her one way out…she will have to submit. To any and all of their demands. All weekend long.
Stacy Lincoln scanned the crowd clustered around the outdoor stage, and gasped at what was happening to the woman who was chained to a giant X-shaped contraption, naked, in full view of everyone.
Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. She’d made a terrible mistake, and she needed to get out of here, and off this island, as quickly as possible.
Earlier, it had seemed that everything was going so perfectly. She’d found a hidden alcove at the far side of the island, carefully guided her stolen motorboat to a stop, turned off the engine, and climbed out onto the sugary white sands.
It only took her a minute to drag the boat out of the water and lash it to the snakelike gray root of a mangrove tree.
She was at a tiny private resort island, off the west coast of Florida. It had been a last second, impulse decision to sneak out here.The day before, while she was waitressing at The Beanbag coffee shop, she’d heard a woman bragging about how she was going away for a luxury weekend retreat at a millionaire’s resort called The Pleasure Cove.
Stacy’s ears had perked up immediately. There’d be some rich pickings with a group like that. Jewelry, watches, cash…and stealing from people at a resort was like taking candy from a baby.
They left their doors and windows open while they were out surfing or sunbathing or partying at the bar, they passed out drunk in their rooms…they were practically begging to have someone liberate their valuables.
Finding the location of the Pleasure Cove was a simple as doing an internet search, although there was very little information about what kind of resort it was.
Stealing a designer outfit so that she could pass for one of the millionaire guests had been child’s play; Stacy had been shoplifting since her teens and had only been caught once. She could pry off a security tag in seconds flat.
Stealing a motorboat was no harder; it was almost criminal, how poor the security was at the public dock.
After landing and securing the motorboat, she shimmied into her stolen gown, a red sleeveless wraparound number from Paris, and strolled through the woods to the north side of the island, where the resort was located.
It was a beautiful day; giant puffy cotton clouds floated lazily overhead in an azure sky, and light breezes fluttered the palm fronds as she hiked past them.
Everything seemed perfect until she walked into the clearing, and then…
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Published May 9, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.