“A couple of years ago I was approached in one of the other clubs I frequented about an idea for a secluded resort.”
“Like an island?” she asked.
“Yeah. He wanted to set up a resort where couples could go for the weekend or for a vacation and explore … stuff.”
She frowned at him. “Elijah Booth, are you taking me to a sex resort?” she asked.
“It’s a kind of sex resort.”
“What do you mean by kind of?”
He chuckled. The suspicion on her face and in the tone of her voice was incredibly cute. “It’s a sex resort that I helped invest in. This is why I’m not hurting for money, and I don’t really need a job.”
“You’ve got income from a sex resort?”
“It’s a resort that offers everything to everyone. One of my wealthy friends is a Dom and a sub. He’s a switch, but for so long he was undecided.” Elijah twirled a strand of her hair. “He came to me talking about people and couples exploring certain activities together.”
“It’s not always safe to go out hunting close to him,” she said.
“Yeah, so he asked if I’d be willing to offer my services for several weekends a year, and I do. He’s wealthy, and he didn’t need any help financially.”
“What’s the resort called?”
“Take Me Away. It’s incredibly lame, but my friend felt it had a lot of pull. Men and women experience that feeling of wanting to get away at times in their lives or in relationships.”
He stroked the back of her neck, loving the way she shivered against his fingers.
“I like the name. What do you offer?”
“I’ve never taken a sub or done anything sexual. I told Derrick I wouldn’t do that.”
“Derrick’s the guy who owns the resort?”
“Derrick Torres. He’s a good guy. We offer everything. There are special weekends for Dom/sub pairs, or for sadists, but they’re not as popular at the moment. We cater to more than one fantasy. Two or more men at a time for some women or more than one woman for the men. There are auctions where they have the chance to buy a willing slave. It’s all above board and consensual. Derrick has a psychologist and some medical staff in case of emergencies. He’s strict on security as well.”
“Okay, wow, I get it. The resort is above board, and we’re both safe.” She took his hand. “I trust you, Elijah. Do I need to be worried about what you’ve got planned for us?”
“No. We’re not joining in the fun. I’ve got a place near the ocean. It’s secluded and away from the resort. I own it, and I wanted you to see part of my life.”
“A weekend away for us both to be together without any trouble?”
“Yeah.”
She settled her head against his chest. “I love you.”
“Baby, words can’t describe how much I love you.”
The rest of the plane ride to the resort went by without a hitch. Amber fell asleep with her head on his lap. He stroked through her red curls, staring out of the window across from him. This weekend was about more than getting them to spend time together. He hoped to rekindle their life with him as the Dominant and her as his submissive. Elijah missed their time together and the intensity of their relationship within that world.
He’d always been a Dom, and he knew in his own mind that he’d never change that part of him. Amber with all of her spunky attitude and fiery personality was a submissive at heart. There were moments when he saw her need to be controlled flash in her eyes.
They needed this weekend together to get back to the way they were. Over the last few weeks they’d gained ground with their feelings for each other, and now he felt was the time to advance on that. His palms were sweaty and his c**k aching with need, but he was determined to have everything with Amber. Elijah knew it was possible. She was the woman for him, and there was nothing stopping them from being together.
Chapter Eleven
“What do you think?” Elijah asked.
Amber stared at the cabin or holiday home or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. She loved it instantly. Turning around she stared out at the ocean. The sun was setting, and the orange and fiery red tones blazing in the sky made her gasp. This was such a perfect place to be. The cabin looked like a luxurious bungalow surrounded by sand and trees. The resort itself was idyllic, and to anyone knew or was experimenting the place wouldn’t feel threatening.
“This is perfect, Elijah. Your friend really knew what he was doing.”
His arms wrapped around her waist. “Our luggage has been unpacked. Do you want to go and look inside?”
“Not yet. I want to watch the sun go down.”
Living in the city she never got chance to watch the sunset.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said. She held onto his hands, resting against him.
“I always thought of you when I watched the sunset.” He kissed the side of her head.
“Me?”
“Yeah. Look at the colors, Amber. They’re fiery, passionate, and so full of life. You’re the same. Your hair is the same color as the fire, and I’ve seen the passion you have. But if you look at the sky, there’s so much going on that no one really sees what truly is happening,” he said. His voice was intoxicating. He reeled her in with his words.
“What’s really happening?” she asked, staring at the sky but so focused on the man behind her.
“The sky is just as submissive as you. On the outside it’s all the passion and the attitude, but if you look long enough and hard enough, you see the sun is simply going down. It’s submissive to its Master.”
“You’re talking about more than the sun, Elijah,” she said.
He turned her in his arms. “I am talking about more than the sun. Staring at the sunset always reminded me of you. Wherever I went within the world, I’d always remember you. You were the one person I never wanted to forget or to escape from.”
She stared into his eyes, captivated by his intense stare.
“You’re my submissive, Amber. You’re my woman, and you’re my sunset.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. Tears filled her eyes. Elijah was opening up to her in ways she didn’t think was possible.
“You’re my everything, Amber. You’re my submissive, the woman I argue with and have fun with. I’ve wasted seven long years to get my shit together, but I’m telling you, baby, you’re not going to have to wait another damn minute for me. I’m here, and I’m ready to commit to you.”