“Oh Sammie, I’m yours and only yours. We can work through this,” I tell him, my heart sinking as I wrap my arms tighter around his neck.
“I know we can. That’s why I booked us a vacation for our anniversary, we leave in the morning. I already cleared it with your job,” he says, pulling me up right to look into his eyes. “I need you to know I heard you and I’m going to do everything I can to make this right.”
“Anniversary trip?” I ask, confused. “When did you have time to plan this?”
“Don’t worry about all that. This trip is about making your wildest fantasies come true,” he kisses my shoulder again pulling back to look at me. “You look even more beautiful today than you did when we got married. You gone celebrate it with me, my baby.”
I nod giving him a smile, wetness trailing down my cheek. Sammie’s thumb swipes at the fallen tear. I was surprised he even remembered. We share a relieved breath.
“Where are we going,” I ask, wondering when he possibly had the time.
“It’s a secret,” his mischievous smile leaving me with an excited flutter in my stomach. “Just pack a bag for three days. No panties.”
“Oh, it’s like that,” I ask playfully, biting my bottom lip. When he got bossy, it turned me on.
“Yeah, it's like that,” he slaps me on the ass, giving me the confident sexy smile I missed seeing on him. “You aren’t going to need them for what I got in store for you.”
Without another word, and with the promise of an anniversary weekend freak-end, I land a searing kiss on my husband’s lips and jump up to be a good girl and follow his directions. Knowing he cared enough to not only listen, but show me heheardme, reaffirmed that all those years ago my heart didn’t steer me wrong then or now.
We standat the boarding gate staring at the sign with our destination plastered across the dark blue screen in white letters.Jamaica. We had been to the island previously, but Samuel told me the place he had booked our stay couldn’t be accessed by plane. Apparently, the plane was only to get us to the boat we had to ride in to get to our true destination. I wondered what he was up to when I caught him pulling up our MyCharts, pretending to care about vaccines.
Most of my questions died on the tip of my tongue when he showed me the first-class tickets. I didn’t really care where I was going as long as it was with him.
5
The five-hour plane ride into Montego Bay and the water taxi ride to the secluded block of islands went smoothly. Evie slept through most of the flight, waking up just as the plane landed.
Stepping onto the sand covered beach felt like the perfect way to end the long journey. Waves crashed against the shore and the jostling of the trees played like a tropical symphony of sorts, creating a soundtrack for the beginning of our adventure up the beach to the entrance of Fantasy Escapes. The salty breeze hitting our skin ceases once we are safely tucked inside of the walls of the private, adults only resort.
A man dressed in a polo and tan shorts greets us, handing us a complimentary drink before leading us to the check-in desk and taking our bags.
“Welcome to Fantasy Escapes,” the chipper receptionist greets, “is this your first time visiting with us?”
“Yes, our reservation is under my name,” I confirm handing her my passport.
“We have you right here Mr. and Mrs. Broward,” she nods, typing away on her keyboard before returning her attention back to me and my wife. “Chauncey will take your bags to your roomwhile you meet with Mistress Darby to review your paperwork and experience package. Right this way,” she says, stepping out from behind the desk leading us to a small hallway.
“Baby, what’s going on? Why do we have to meet with someone about paperwork?” Evie asks, squeezing my arm tighter each step we take down the hallway.
“Just standard procedure stuff. They need to make sure we understand the rules and explain the package I booked us.”
The receptionist stops in front of a door gesturing for us to enter. The room appears to be a standard personality-less room with beige walls. The only thing in the room that stands out is the woman sitting at the head of the table. Her sister-locs are twisted in an intricate style only leaving a few free hanging to frame her face. She stands extending a hand when we arrive at our seats giving us a warm smile with her soft pink painted lips. Her form fitting strapless leather dress matches the gloves that cover her hands that shake ours. She gives us a nod in greeting before we all take our seats.
“Mr. and Mrs. Broward, welcome to Fantasy Escapes. I am Mistress Darby and I am the owner of the resort,” she explains. “Since this is your first stay here I will go over our rules and your package details. Since Mr. Broward explained to us that you, Mrs. Broward, are unaware of what we do here, I will start there.”
“Isn’t this just a standard resort with a spa,” Evie asks with a hint of confusion.
“We offer those amenities as well, but this is not a standard resort,” Mistress Darby smiles. “We specialize in creating and providing a safe space for our patrons to live out their choice of sexual fantasy.”
“Ex–” Evie sputters, “excuse me?” She frantically looks between her and I, her eyes wide and panicked.
“Baby, why don’t we let Mistress Darby finish her spiel, then we can ask questions,” I chuckle, squeezing her hand.
“Thank you, Mr. Broward,” Mistress Darby nods, continuing her speech, “We are very big on privacy and consent. But before we speak about your fantasy and how we can make that come to life, we have a few pieces of paperwork to go over that require your signatures. First, is our standard NDA. Please read through it and sign before we continue.”
Reading through, I see it is a pretty standard privacy agreement with everything written out clearly. We are able to keep our phones but we are required to leave them in a locked pouch when engaged in activities and classes. Consent must be given in all aspects of play before it starts. Clothes are optional in some areas of the islands but are required in any areas where food is present. Also listed are general rules about expected conduct of guests that seemed like common sense, but still listed in explicit detail. We finish reading through the document, sign, and hand the paper back to Mistress Darby.
Mistress Darby continues, “We treat your safety with the utmost importance. Everything that happens during our play sessions must be agreed upon prior to entering the play areas and must be one hundred percent consensual. If there is ever a point in the session where the consent is withdrawn, we step in and end the session. We have detailed it all in the ‘Notice of Informed Consent’ form we require you to sign. We also require you to submit your most recent STD results, the test must have been taken within the past two weeks, with your identification. Once we verify that the name on your passport matches the one on your results you are free to indulge.”
