Destination Desire

“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.