[Submission Island 01] • Spanking · Submission Island #1

**A smart, curvy woman who needs to change her life. A mature, guarded dom. An island BDSM resort full of secrets, ancient and contemporary. **

*This is romantic erotica with detailed BDSM and intimate sex scenes for women and discerning men over 18. It’s also a character-driven adventure novelette and the first episode of a serial with dark fantasy elements. Anyone seeking non-stop smut won’t be happy here. Anyone offended by sexual exploration that focuses on a **woman’s pleasure, male dominance, and sadomasochism **should find something else to read. If you’re up for an unusual BDSM reading experience, you’re reached the right island.*

**Cleo discovers she can experience the complete fulfillment of her secret desires. She has only to ask.

*A joking email from my favorite co-worker leads me to a naughty site. Submission Island offers a free, all-expenses paid vacation at a Caribbean resort for qualified women.

It doesn’t seem likely the exclusive resort would accept a curvy, half-Egyptian, twenty-eight year-old with limited kinky experience. The application reads like a menu for perversion. I click off the Yes, No, Maybe activities and upload my most appealing lingerie photo. Hell, I need a vacation full of sex with no ties except the ones that get undone after a happy ending.

This time, I’ll go for having my erotic dreams come true.

Something happens when you face your deepest desires. You change. You can’t turn back.

I enter a labyrinth where I get to choose what happens to me.

*I think a spanking will be safe.

My heart pounded. I stopped on the threshold, staring into the shadows. I smelled leather.

“Shut the door, please.”

His deep, resonant voice sounded familiar. That wasn’t possible. I bit my lip. It took all my willpower to shut the door on the hall that led to the exit. Shutting the door meant I was in here. Hell, opening it meant I made my choice. This was my one room for today. I may as well make the most of it. I let go of my fantasy that this was going to be a non-threatening experience.

The imposing figure of the man in the shadows was threatening as hell.

He had the bulk of a boxer, yet a refined profile. His ear, the one part of him illuminated, would have fit on a bust of the emperor Caesar. He had a neat beard, not one of those chin scruff things, a real man’s beard. **