Chapter 12

When Ava open the mysterious closet she was in shock. Enclosed was a plethora of leather, latex, and lace. Outfits that she had only dreamed of having for herself lined the walls in perfect display. The lingerie hanging about the walk-in space would set any man into a tizzy of lusty need. Maybe even Hunter if she played her cards right. Most of the items inside she had added to her online wish lists, only making it even more curious what was going on with this crazy island. How could anyone know these were her favorites?

Running her hand over a strappy, slave-style lingerie dress, adorned with powder blue chiffon and lace, it reminded her of a fairytale. She swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat, rummaging through the collection of boudoir attire in awe. She almost wanted to cry from joy. Her sexual fantasies in fashion form were staring back at her, and she couldn’t put her mind around how or why.

“This is my dream submissive collection. Am I allowed to even wear thes