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Prologue

Tessa sat across from the middle-aged Mr. Stone in his masculine office overlooking the BDSM club: Vitalz Los Angeles. It was the first time she'd been inside of that particular location, but four years prior, she'd sat across from a Ms. Gripe in Vitalz Atlanta to undergo her membership screening.

They had a location in just about every major city across the globe and were considered the top tier in the BDSM community. A highly reputable, strictly professional organization without so much as a smudge on their long history within the underground.

That didn't explain why she'd received an appointment card from them out of the blue. Had someone accused her of breaking one of their strict guidelines? Tessa hadn't indulged in any kink since she'd moved to L.A., so that idea was, hopefully, a stretch.

"Miss Fauns, thank you for coming in. I apologize for the short notice," Mr. Stone began. "We've updated your files with your current address, so that won't happen again."

"Mr. Stone, it was my responsibility to update my file, I'm the one who should be apologizing," Tessa said quietly, still nervous as hell, despite his friendly demeanor.

"No matter, it's taken care of now," he smiled shortly, indicating that he didn't want to spend another second discussing the issue. "You've been asked in because we'd like to offer you a very exclusive opportunity. An extremely important member of ours is hosting a week-long getaway and has requested a select assortment of submissives for their intended guests. Key points of interest were mentioned in that request, and you happen to have several of them. In particular, your fluency in French."

Do not jump out of the chair and do a happy dance! Tessa mentally scolded herself, fighting the urge to do just that. There was still the matter of details. Celebrating a tiny piece of something that could end up being horrible was more than just premature, it was foolish.

"You will be given a gift of ten thousand dollars on a prepaid credit card, should you accept," Mr. Stone continued. "And all of your travel arrangements and expenses would be completely taken care of."

Ten thousand dollars! Tessa had never had that much money all at once in her entire life. There were so many things she could do with that kind of money, but she knew exactly what she would spend it on. Her lifelong goal. It was nearly impossible to consider. He was offering to make her one-and-only dream come true.

"Travel arrangements?" she stammered, trying to keep her excitement under control.

"Yes, the event will be taking place on a private island," Mr. Stone informed her.

"What exactly would I be expected to do for the event?" Tessa waited for the catch because it all sounded way too good to be true.

"That, I'm afraid, would be up to the one hosting the event and not something I'm privy to, Miss Fauns," Mr. Stone answered. "No one except Club Vitalz knows who the host of the event is, nor is there any guarantee it will ever be disclosed. However, as all of our members are required to do, I can assure you that they have been thoroughly screened and have never had a negative report filed against them by anyone. They are, you could say, just as particular about our rules and guidelines, as we are. The trip is for eight days and seven nights, with all of your boarding and meals completely covered. I'm sure your care will also be covered, just as in any dynamic you would agree to be in. There's only one catch..."

Dammit! See, here it comes! Tessa mentally braced herself.

"It has been expressed that the getaway is weighing very heavily on total anonymity for all of the guests, so should you accept, you will be signing the usual non-disclosure forms, as well as an agreement that you will not be permitted to have any kind of recorder, camera, or cell-phone in your possession the entire duration of your stay on the island. Those things will be taken from you when you arrive and returned to you upon your departure. Will that be an issue, Miss Fauns?"

No way to call for help if something goes wrong? Yeah, that was kind of intimidating, but she could hardly turn down ten grand and an all-expenses-paid kink vacation—especially when the money could turn her simple dream into an amazing new reality. The hardest part would be convincing her brother that she would be out of touch for an entire week. She would find a way.

"Not at all, Mr. Stone," she smiled.

"Excellent," he grinned, openly relieved. "Let's go over the contract, then."