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mischief in her eye. Most of the women who came to Submission Island were
either like Amber, full of entitlement because they’d paid big money to come,
or like Rhonda, eager to please. But Natalie he couldn’t quite read.
    From the plane he’d had a good view of the mansion, his
pilot’s vision making out details that would probably be too far away for most.
Rhonda had watched almost the whole scene between Kyle and Amber, not even
turning away when Kyle had the blonde suck him off on the porch. Humiliation,
that was what Amber had said she wanted. Every decision made for her. Kyle was
perfect, as long as she didn’t mind a heavy dose of corporal punishment along
with that, and she’d consented to being spanked, flogged and caned in her form.
He didn’t know whether Rhonda wanted what Amber was getting or whether she was
a voyeur, but it had been a hard scene to turn away from, even for him.
    Natalie had watched for about three seconds and turned away.
Why? Well, she was Tom’s concern. His job was Rhonda, who seemed like a nice
girl and who had paid good money to get the best D/s experience he could
provide. He wasn’t going to let her go unsatisfied. He shoved the suitcase back
in the overhead storage and hopped back down to the dock. He shut the door of
the plane behind him and headed back to the mansion.

Chapter Two
     
    Natalie walked downstairs quietly, wearing a too-short black
dress with a neckline that dipped way too low in front for her to wear a bra.
That and heels had been all that was in the box. It could be worse, she
supposed.
    There was a window in the living room that opened up on the
other side of the island, and she hoped to at least get a good look at the
jungle beyond. Spotting her orchid—she had started thinking of it as hers the
moment she’d applied for the grant—was unlikely, and she wasn’t sure she’d even
recognize it while there was still light out. Of course, she’d had to use some
creative wording to describe how the grant money was going to be spent in the
cause of science. “Trip to kinky resort” just wouldn’t fly as a line item.
    Carter was at the foot of the stairs and had obviously been
planning to ascend. He stopped when he saw her, his gaze sweeping her from head
to toe. She wasn’t used to that much male attention and, to her surprise, she
found she kind of liked it. She tugged at the hem of the dress and kept moving,
suspecting he could see her panties from the angle he was at initially.
    He stepped aside to let her pass. She wanted to come up with
an excuse to stop and enjoy his gaze but she couldn’t think of anything until
he spoke. “A word, Natalie.”
    “Huh? Me?” She knew it was a lame remark. She was acting
like a schoolgirl with a crush, wanting to pose for her would-be beau. And
worse, he was assigned to Rhonda, not her.
    “Yes. You’re the only Natalie here, I believe. I rather
doubt striped cotton panties were in the box that was on your bed, so I’m going
to suggest you get them off before Master Thomas decides they need to be
removed very publicly.”
    She blushed. So he could see. That only made her want to
keep them on more. “But the dress is too short!”
    “It’s just right for you. You have lovely legs.” Carter
shrugged. “Well, suit yourself, I’ve warned you. Perhaps you want that sort of
treatment, but I don’t believe it was on your form.” Carter turned and went up
the stairs, leaving her to look at him and his tight ass. She kept watching
until he disappeared.
    The form again. There had been hundreds of questions, which
she had to rank from one to five, with one being “Never” and five being
“Please!” She’d been afraid every “one” she entered would decrease her chances
of getting on the island, but there had been a lot of twos—“Not desired unless
required”. She didn’t remember anything as specific as having her panties taken
off in public, and she probably would have put a two down anyway, but