Page 21 of Going Deep (Odyssey #3)

She took a firmer grip on the hem of her top and inched it up, fighting to keep moving slowly when every instinct she had was screaming at her to rush, get it over with.

Appreciation warmed his eyes, softening the hard green.

She hesitated briefly, then continued with growing confidence, slowly revealing the expanse of skin over her abdomen, the lower curves of her breasts.

The silky material caught briefly on her nipples, scraping the hard peaks and making her shiver before pulling it completely over her head.

“Very nice, darling,” he murmured. “ Now the skirt.”

Her hands moved to the zipper on the side to slide it down. She imagined she could hear the teeth separate, one by one, over the pounding of her heart. She kept her eyes on his face, her whole body heating at the look in his eyes. Lust , appreciation, pride.

The zipper undone, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and nudged it down, shifting her hips slowly from side to side to aid in its removal. The motion rubbed her thighs together, slick with the wetness spilling from her cunt. Her cheeks flushed, and of course he noticed.

“Now what could you be thinking for such a pretty blush to warm those cheeks?” he wondered.

She paused, her skirt halfway down her thighs, as he stepped closer.

He didn’t touch her, just stood close enough so his arms nearly brushed her bare breasts, the heat from his body warming her.

His eyes were locked on hers, green on blue.

His brow rose expectantly, and she realized the question wasn’t hypothetical.

She swallowed. “ My thighs are wet,” she whispered, and her blush deepened.

His eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. “ Really ?” He skimmed a hand over the front of her thighs, held together by the skirt. His fingertips slid lightly through the moisture there, his touch making her shiver, and he hummed deep in his throat.

“So they are.” His hand dropped away, and he stepped back. “ Keep going.”

She shoved at the skirt, giving her hips a shimmy, and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, nudging it to the side with her toe to join the shirt lying crumpled on the floor. When she bent to grasp the tab at the top of her boot, he held up a hand.

“Leave the boots,” he told her, a wicked look in his eyes, and patted the bench. “ Up .”

She hopped up, her belly jumping and her heart jittering in her chest. Naked but for the boots, cuffs and collar, she struggled with discomfort.

He stepped in front of her, his warm, hard hands settling on her shoulders. “ Problem , darling?”

The noise of the other scenes going on around her, the murmurs of the crowd echoing in her ears. “ This is kind of…public.”

Understanding lit his eyes. “ Ah . You like to watch, but you don’t like to be watched. Is that it?”

She nodded. “ It makes me anxious.”

“Are you blue?”

Blue, the safeword they’d settled on for her anxiety. “ Not yet.”

“Hmmm.” His eyes held hers as he continued to rub her shoulders and upper arms in long, soothing strokes. “ I like playing in public. The energy of it, and the performance. But if this makes you truly uneasy, we can find a more private space.”

She glanced around the room. Some people milled about, checking out the various scenes in the room, but the majority of the crowd was focused on the whipping taking place on the other side of the play space.

Maybe they’d all keep looking at them, and wouldn’t even notice her at all.

And he wouldn’t have to change his plans.

She felt the knots in her stomach loosen just a little bit, and looked back at him. “ I think I’ll be okay here.”

“If that changes, you’ll let me know.” His hands clamped her shoulders as he laid her back on the bench. “ Hands over your head this time.”

She raised her arms obediently, breath coming faster when he used the clips on her cuffs to link her hands together, then again to the top of the bench. Her back was slightly arched, the weight of her legs hanging off the end pulling her hips down so she couldn’t quite lay flat.

His eyes skimmed down her body, picking up her little wiggle as she tried to flatten out, and moved to the bottom of the bench.

“Let’s take care of that little problem right now.” He bent to pull something from his bag, then lifted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders.

Her eyes went wide—was he going to fuck her now?

—and he chuckled. “ Not yet, darling.” He picked up a set of straps and secured them around her thighs, a few inches above her knee.

Then he pushed her left leg back towards her waist, his eyebrows raising when he was able to practically tuck her knee into her ribcage.

“Flexible.” He reached down on the side of the bench and came up with a strap with a clip on the end. He clipped it to the ring on the thigh strap, then tightened it down. “ Hurt ?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“Excellent,” he purred and repeated the action on the other side. He stepped back to view his handiwork, a delighted smile on his face. “ Well now, that is a lovely sight.”

When she looked down between her thighs, she realized the position put her pussy and ass on display. Her breathing hitched, a shudder of unease moving through her, then she saw his face.

His eyes glittered, his mouth was tipped up at the corners. He ran a hand over the back of one thigh, his calloused fingers scraping lightly over sensitive skin, and this time her shudder was one of desire.

His mouth curled, his gaze going to her splayed-open thighs. “ Look at you.” He slid his fingers through the slick folds of her pussy, stroking up and around her clit before delving down to slide one finger deep.

She moaned, her hips rising to meet his hand. Her cunt fluttered around the intrusion, clamping down as her clit swelled.

“I love your cunt,” he said, and she clamped down again. He grinned, dark and wicked, and thrust a second finger inside her.

“You like it when I talk dirty.” He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her, scraping against delicate tissues. She grew wetter as his touch, his voice, ramped up the tension in her core.

“You like it when I talk about your cunt. How wet it gets for me, how tight it is.”

He shifted, stepping out from between her legs so he could lean down to her mouth. She whimpered slightly as his fingers slid from her clasp of her body, then jerked as they slid over her clit.

“Your clit is just begging for my touch,” he whispered. He was so close his breath danced across her lips, his face filled her vision. “ Right out there, hard and tight and sensitive.” He flicked it, making her moan. “ I bet if I rubbed it hard and fast, you’d come right now. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her hips straining to follow his fingers, increase the pressure.

“Yes, what?” he whispered.

“Yes, Sir ,” she moaned.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he told her, and flicked her clit again before sliding his hand away.

Her moan of frustration made him grin. “ You don’t get to come yet.” He bent to his bag again, and when he straightened, he stepped between her thighs again.

Oh yes, fuck me .

His eyes met hers, amused. “ You think I don’t know what you’re thinking, pet? I can practically hear you begging for my cock.”

She jerked her arms against the restraints, hearing the jangle of metal and getting nowhere. The knowledge that she couldn’t move simply sent her deeper.

“Sorry, darling. You’re just going to have to lie here and take it.” And he slid his fingers back into her pussy.

She moaned at the slow, thick slide. It felt so good, but it was too slow, too easy. She wanted fast and hard, needed it, but he kept his touch light, almost gentle.

“Yes,” he murmured, his eyes darting from her cunt to her face and back again. “ I do love that cunt. So wet, so warm inside. Hot . And soft, like velvet. I think your cunt might be the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” he told her. “ And the wettest. You’re dripping, darling.”

“Sorry,” she gasped, and he chuckled.

“Oh, no need to apologize. In fact, I should be thanking you.”

Thanking me?

“I’d almost forgotten all about this part of the plan until I saw how wet this little asshole was getting.” And he pressed the tip of his thumb to the tight ring of her anus.

She jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips at the unfamiliar touch. “ Wait . Stop .”

He shook his head. “ This was a maybe on your list, Ginger . Unless you safeword, you’re going to try it.”

He waited, brow lifted, but she couldn’t make herself say the words. After a moment, he pressed in.

Oh, it burned. She arched, trying to get away from the pressure, the stretch. He backed off a little, giving her time to take one shaky breath, then pressed again.

Over and over he pressed and retreated, pressed and retreated, his thumb barely breaching the tight ring of muscle before sliding back.

She heard a click, then flinched when something cool hit her heated skin.

Lube , she realized. Slick with it, his thumb pressed again, and this time it slid right in.

Her heart froze for one brief moment, then started beating so hard she wondered it didn’t pound right out of her chest. She felt so full, so strangely full, with his fingers still in her pussy and his thumb in her ass, and the pressure brought a whole host of nerves to shuddering life.

It felt like he was pressing against her pussy from the outside, her cunt grasping and clenching around his fingers in time with her asshole.

“God,” she groaned. Pleasure and pressure and the slight pinch of pain made her want to writhe, to reach for more, but she felt frozen from shock.

“There we go,” he murmured and pulled both thumb and fingers back. He added more lube, then his thumb slid deep again. Hard . Once , twice, before once again pulling free.