Heather has always had a dark attraction to dangerous men. After meeting the charming, predatory Dario online and sharing many a late night exchanging wild fantasies with him, she had her chance to meet him at his home in Costa Rica.
Passion immediately flares between the two, and she soon finds herself agreeing to his offer of fulfilling her every desire, if she gives him leave to do it however he wants. She soon finds herself tied up in the hold of a ship, drifting far out to sea, with nothing but a night of her wildest fantasies come true to look forward to.
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Dario was reclining on the porch of her humble villa, the ocean horizon peeking up from behind him in the distance. His lips spread in a smile as the khaki-clad bird-watcher approached. She waved and tossed her bag onto the papasan chair next to him. He stood and reached out to greet her. He set down his drink and leaned in toward her face. The tips of his olive-skinned fingers trailed down her bare arms and gently pulled her forward. She felt the hair rise on her neck as his warmth and subtle cologne wafted over her. His strong jaw was shaven and smelled fresh as he softly pressed his lips against her cheek.
"Heather, so good to finally meet you," he said. He had a rich voice and an attractive accent that shaped his words and made her a little weak in the knees. Heather liked a man with an accent. She squeezed his hand warmly.
"Dario, you're early," she smiled.
"I couldn't wait," he opened the door to the villa for her.
Heather took her things inside and came back out to the porch.
"Well, if you'd like to settle in, I have a meal planned out."
Dario shook his head.
"Actually, if you don't mind, I have my boat at the pier," he gestured down to the bright beach below. She arched her eyebrows.
"Oh, really? Um... yeah, okay. Sure," she said. "So you have plans already?"
He smiled and rested a strong, firm hand on her shoulder. She felt a shiver run through her. Her legs felt strangely weak.
"We've discussed many things you might be alright with," he began without preamble. "And I must ask, before I overstep my bounds… How do you feel about a… kidnapping fantasy?" Heather's heart almost stopped.
