Chapter 20 #2
Taking off her dark sunglasses, uncovering eyes that were both swollen from crying and obviously sleep-deprived, Eve gestured at Ruthi.
“Rise and look at me, little sub.” After Ruthi did, Eve took two steps forward and grasped her by her shoulders.
“I accept your submission, Ruthi Shay. You honor me more than you know by extending your trust to me as your Domme. As you’ve said, we will discuss the details once we return to the mainland.
Right now, however? Right now, Eve the woman needs to hug Ruthi the woman.
I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for coming into my life and showing me what I have been missing all these years.
Total love and total trust always, until the very end of time. ”
As the two women embraced and Eve seized Ruthi’s mouth in a passionate kiss, the entire dock erupted in cheers and cries of “Congratulations!” until they finally broke apart.
Her cheeks flushed from the intense and emotional experience, a happy Ruthi snuggled into Eve’s arms, then looked at Ms. Leighton with a mischievous look on her face no one had ever seen before. “Next,” Ruthi teased, causing everyone to laugh once more.
Ms. Leighton smiled. “Indeed. Well done, Ruthi,” she said, giving a slightly smiling Antonia an amused look, before her sharp gaze ran over the group once more.
The dock was quiet, the laughter and tears from the farewell still fresh.
Ms. Leighton stood at the very end, hands folded over the polished teak railing, watching the small red plane taxi across the lagoon with a sense of gravity and satisfaction braided tightly together in her chest. Beside her, Antonia’s stance was relaxed but vigilant as she tracked the plane’s progress.
Ms. Leighton let her gaze linger on the departing plane, its propellers a blur, before lifting her chin and exhaling softly.
“That was… unexpected,” she murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“Ruthi’s confession, I mean. I didn’t think we’d see her kneel in front of anyone, let alone pour her heart out on my dock. ”
Antonia’s mouth quirked in something like amusement. “As you often say, the island works in mysterious ways.”
Ms. Leighton’s smile grew a touch rueful.
“I say many things, Antonia. But even I didn’t foresee quite so much honesty.
” She watched as the plane lifted into the sky, a bright dot against the blue.
“But I’m pleased. Both couples found what they needed.
Madeline and Kel. Ruthi and Eve. I can’t remember the last time I saw a group leave so changed. ”
Antonia’s gaze softened, just a fraction. “They’ll remember this place. They’ll remember you.”
Inclining her head, Ms. Leighton acknowledged the truth.
“That’s the idea, isn’t it? Transformation.
Not only escape. They came here lost. Some were angry, and some were afraid.
Now look at them.” She let herself feel the ache of pride, the strange, mothering joy she never quite got used to.
“Kel, the quiet one, turned out to be the secret engine for all of it. And Madeline… she almost lost her life for the chance to be seen.” Her fingers drummed lightly on the rail, the memory of that moment still sharp.
“That was too close. If she’d hesitated…
” Her words trailed off, the morning sunlight suddenly feeling colder.
“We got lucky,” Antonia admitted. “But we won’t rely on luck again.”
Ms. Leighton’s gaze flicked sideways, sharp as a blade. “Do you have anything new on the saboteur? I can’t help but feel whoever orchestrated that was sending a message to me specifically.”
Antonia’s jaw tightened. “I’m still working on it.
The false credentials, the burner phone, the way he slipped through our vetting…
It was professional,” she said. “Someone with resources, and someone who knows how we operate, but I’ve made the arrangements for help.
They will be arriving with the next group. ”
Nodding, Ms. Leighton didn’t respond, but inside, doubt twisted.
She trusted Antonia and her competence, but the breach still felt like a hairline crack running through the foundation of everything she had built.
The Isle of Dreams was supposed to be untouchable, a sanctuary where nothing could reach her guests or herself, and yet, someone had reached in. Someone had tried to shatter the spell.
They stood together in silence, the breeze tugging at the hem of Ms. Leighton’s linen dress, the sun warming her face.
She let herself breathe in the peace for a moment longer, the sense of a cycle closing.
Madeline and Kel, holding hands as they boarded the plane.
Ruthi and Eve, finding each other. Even the pain and fear, the near-miss and the threat lurking in the shadows…
it was all part of the island’s alchemy.
Transformation was never easy, and not always safe, but it was always worth it.
Antonia broke the hush, glancing at her watch. “We have four hours until the next arrivals. Staff is already prepping the main house and the guest bungalows.”
Ms. Leighton straightened, letting the last of her worries settle into the pocket of her heart where she kept all her unspoken fears. “Good. I want every detail perfect. New fantasies, new wishes.”
Antonia offered a rare, genuine smile. “And more drama, no doubt.”
Ms. Leighton’s own smile answered. “Always. But that’s what they come for, isn’t it? A little chaos. A little magic. A chance to become someone new.” She turned, her posture regal, her presence as commanding as ever. “Let’s get ready. The Isle of Dreams doesn’t rest.”
They walked back down the dock together, the island already humming with invisible energy.
Staff would be bustling soon, beds turned down, secrets swept away, and every corner polished and prepared for the next set of hopeful souls.
The island was ready to begin again. And so, Ms. Leighton thought, am I.