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the warm hues of a desert sunset.
    Kyle stepped out and ushered them out the doors of the limo just as the huge entry door was flung open.
    “Ladies, I bid you welcome. Please, come into The Dark Side. I’m Lady Gwen, your hostess.”
    She was a full-figured, voluptuous woman, standing nearly six feet tall, thanks to a pair of impossibly high red stiletto heels. Artfully applied makeup and unlined skin made it difficult to tell her age. She could have been anywhere from forty to sixty. A simple bronze silk dress, cut high in the front to show off her shapely legs, trailed on the ground behind her in back. Short dark chestnut hair was slicked back from her cheekbones, then spiked out around her head into a wild mane. She wore enormous gold hoops with deep red stones dangling from the center, bringing out the rich red and gold highlights in her hair.
    Gwen greeted each of her guests warmly, ushering them through the foyer into a two story great room with a mellow golden-hued tongue and groove pine ceiling. As with the exterior, no expense had been spared inside. Rustic leather couches and chairs were arranged in several seating areas. Old rugs with a Native American design in shades of cinnamon, chocolate, and ivory lay here and there on the wide, plank wood floor. Surely those weren’t antique Navaho? Claire scarcely had time to take in the rest of the room before her attention was drawn away.
    The view from the huge wall of windows at the other end of the room was breathtaking. Layers of heavily forested mountains stretched for miles, as far as the eye could see. The closest bore the deep color of the towering pines, dotted with hints of brighter green from the tender leaves just beginning to unfurl on the poplars and birches. Beyond, toward the horizon, green morphed into the deep indigo hues that give the Blue Ridge Mountains their name. The scenery outside was so stunning that a massive, stacked stone fireplace in one corner of the room almost went unnoticed.
    A shiver of alarm ran up Claire’s spine as she realized there wasn’t another house to be seen anywhere. They were alone here, surrounded by miles of forest, at an unknown location. Their only companions were an Amazon who had sent her a wild questionnaire about kinky sexual practices and a powerfully built stranger who had already demonstrated that he had no problem delivering a spanking that made her most shameful submissive longings spring to life.
    Gwen smiled fondly at her, almost as though she could read her mind. “I’d like all of you to relax and enjoy your experience to the fullest,” she declared. “As you know, we have no cell phones or internet here, and there are no televisions or radios to bring in the distractions of the world you’ve left behind. For the next three days, you will be living in your own fantasy world—a world of erotic delights and sexual thrills like nothing you’ve ever had before. Our voyage into the realm of dark desires can become quite addictive,” she added with a warm laugh. “One of you has been on a quest for ecstasy with us before. And now, she’s returned to expand her sensual boundaries even further!”
    At this, Gwen moved to embrace the woman calling herself Melody. Claire was surprised. Surely this woman knew that breaking the rules would result in very real punishment, if she’d come here before. Why would she take the risk of deliberately raising her blindfold to check out the route they took?
    Melody returned the hug, then bent her knees and performed what look like a curtsey to Lady Gwen. Acting as if this type of obeisance was expected, even required, Gwen gave a haughty nod, then regally stretched out one hand to raise Melody back to an upright position.
    Gwen moved across the room to a narrow table by the door and picked up a wooden mallet. She struck a gong that looked like it could be a twin to an ancient Chinese artifact Claire had seen in the Field Museum. A deep tone reverberated through the